Weird Talk Asylum Center

In Nancheng District of Shangjing City, a thin figure shuttled rapidly between buildings.

The black shadow under his feet boiled strangely, turning into liquid and wrapping his legs.

He didn't take a lot of steps, but his speed was unimaginably fast, as if gravity was not worth mentioning in front of him.

The black windbreaker flapped, and daggers and muskets could be vaguely seen through the flying hem.

On the neck is a copper whistle that is as exquisite as an ornament, and there is a faint flame flowing on it, as if it will be ignited into a skyrocketing flame in the next second.

The eyes on the cheeks were slightly opened, and the light blue mist and death rushed around him, and there was a secret and dark atmosphere from the flipping parchment in his hand.

The girl in a red dress gently embraced him behind him, bringing warmth and at the same time guarding the surroundings.

He is the hunter of this great feast.

At the same time, a figure that looked exactly like him was running fast on the ground, and the slightly strange way of exerting force made him look less like a human being.

It is the safest way to let the mirror ghost lead the way, while he falls not far behind him.

"Wang Jin."

Ah Zi trembled slightly behind her, and opened her mouth to remind.

"Well, I feel it too."

Wang Jin stopped and hid in the corner of the building.

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"Clap."

In Xicheng District, a white-haired figure in a black robe stepped forward.

Behind him are broken limbs scattered all over the place, as well as strange creatures that are slowly decaying.

"how is this possible?"

It roared unwillingly, but it could only be reduced to ashes along with the blood-soaked human skin.

"Clap."

The figure took another step, but it seemed to have crossed a long distance and appeared on the other side of the alley.

Stretching out his hand to caress the red lines on his face, he slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who blocked his way.

"Yo."

Zhao Guangming was fooling around with a cigarette in his mouth, raising his chin at the evil.

"Step aside."

A voice without emotion came out, only this time he opened his mouth.

Gujing Wubo's face had waves for the first time, and he looked at Zhao Guangming with some pity.

"This level of utterance is useless to me."

Zhao Guangming scratched his head, a helpless smile appeared on his tired face.

"When that kid Li Yu said the word "sinister", I was a little skeptical."

"Later when he said different-color pupils, I guessed it was you."

The middle-aged man was talking to himself, as if he hadn't considered the current situation at all.

"The Son of God who was so proud back then, why has he become a godly evil now?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Shenxie frowned, with a bit of anger on his face, but he didn't stop.

"It's because of that woman."

The man's tone changed, his eyes became sharp and cold, and the smile on his face had no warmth.

"Those of you who claim to be the sons of God have never thought that what you believe in is just a false god?"

"die."

The evil did not respond to Zhao Guangming, but opened his mouth slightly, spit out a syllable with strong killing intent.

There seemed to be something fluctuating in the air, and Zhao Guangming suddenly covered his chest and took a deep breath, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

The pupils gradually dilated, cold sweat broke out from the forehead, and death kissed the middle-aged man's face.

In the next second, all these symptoms disappeared, he raised his head with a smile, and stopped in front of the god again.

"Ah, she seems to have given me something called a blessing back then, you two brats can't hurt me."

Zhao Guangming waved his hand, smiling like a beating.

"It's kind of contradictory."

"I haven't seen you for seven years. I also have something to ask that woman. It's not impossible to let you go."

"It's a pity, please ask me to stop you two brothers, and prevent that woman from descending into this broken world again."

"On the one hand, it is my own blood and deep hatred, and on the other hand, it is the childish reason of saving the world."

The man wrung his fingers and muttered softly.

"I chose the latter."

Dark clouds over the top, strong winds blowing.

The tall man drew out his two knives and squinted at the monster named as a god, with a cold arrogance in his eyes.

"How naive."

It seemed that something that was trying to maintain it was broken, and Shen Ai grinned and smiled.

"Ah, maybe it was infected by that kid."

A cold light flashed, and a mortal waved his sword at the god.

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"That's too much."

Wang Jin looked at the rapidly approaching team and frowned.

Although he has considered it, there will be believers around the gods.

However, there are hundreds of people in this mighty force, and there is something wrong no matter how you look at it.

Mixed races in blue uniforms, normal people of different ages and genders, and...

"No, not all of them are human."

Inspiration flashed, and Wang Jin showed a helpless expression on his face.

It looks like the abomination took some less dangerous ghost stories along with him in his betrayal.

At this moment, they are vaguely centered on someone, moving forward with a blank expression.

Wang Jin subconsciously looked at the core of the huge team, and couldn't help being taken aback.

Before he came here, he had guessed the appearance of the god, from being glowing all over to being covered with wings, the only thing he didn't expect was this appearance.

Too...ordinary.

The long snow-white hair over the shoulders is tied into a simple ponytail, and the large black coat wraps around the body.

The neutral face was exposed to the air, and the red lines were half covered by the thick-rimmed glasses.

If it wasn't for the iconic amber pupils, Wang Jin wouldn't be able to confirm it.

He is too human, like an ordinary office worker.

It's a pity that Wang Jin really didn't know how to deal with an ordinary office worker with hundreds of people behind him.

It's so easy to let him insane dozens of unclean people with pollution, Wang Jin doesn't even need to show his face.

It's a pity that these hundreds of people are too scattered, and Wang Jin can't do it.

It's not a problem of pollution, but the scope of pirated Zaratul mysteries is not enough.

Once the breath leaks out, Shangjing City will probably be uprooted.

What's more, there are ordinary people who are bewitched. Even if the scope of the secret ritual is large enough, Wang Jin can't act rashly.

"Ah, it seems that there is only one way left."

If Meng Yu was here, he might be able to relax, but it's a pity that he is alone now.

Without much hesitation, Wang Jin had already figured out what to do.

A hero does not suffer immediate losses, so there is no need to put himself on the line.

Wang Jin was going to leave first, and discussed with Ma Yao what to do.

In the next second, the inspiration warning flashed wildly, and the amber eyes of the evil looked at Wang Jin's hiding place.

The birds in the sky sang piercingly, which sounded like children laughing.

"Lying trough..."

Wang Jin almost subconsciously took out the Ghost Blowing Lamp and pressed the button.

The bird with a human face above its head whined and wandered, flying up and down.

"Eura!"

The black figure flashed and snapped the bird's neck.

Unfortunately, it still made a shrill cry, and a strange smile appeared on the human face.