Weird Talk Asylum Center

"Fuck."

Wang Jin cursed in a low voice, and Xiao Hei appeared from behind, carrying him and running back.

Ignoring the almost fainting pain, Wang Jin knew that if he didn't run farther, he would die.

He counted almost every step, but he didn't expect this.

Every action of the gods is accompanied by a terrible natural disaster. Wang Jin subconsciously believes that this final sacrifice should also be huge and take a lot of time.

It is obviously unwise to use human thinking to measure ghost stories.

The sacrifice was completed in just a few seconds.

The fuzzy mass of flesh and blood gave up everything in an instant, without any hesitation or memory.

Four gleaming spheres slowly hovered, rising into the sky together with the blood-red spell that imprisoned the gods.

The clouds parted and the rain stopped.

The howling and turbulent earth seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the doomsday scene disappeared without a trace.

It seems that this broken world has ushered in the salvation of the gods, and the vitality sprinkles on the earth again, dyeing everything with a layer of light.

Amber glow.

Everything was so reassuring that one couldn't help but want to fall asleep.

There was an ethereal singing sound, as if it was a woman singing softly.

The voice was so peaceful, as if the disaster had passed.

Wang Jin felt great fear.

Not from the warning of inspiration, but from the blessing that was just given by the gods.

The red lines seemed to be solid, frantically struggling to break away from Wang Jin's skin, while constantly absorbing his blood.

It was as if he felt something extremely terrifying and tried to escape after accumulating strength.

The amber color in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, it seems to bring this dilapidated neighborhood into another world.

"Damn, ghost story scene?"

Wang Jin ran to Zhao Guangming, stared and looked around.

Nothing has changed, and nothing seems to be the same.

He was all too familiar with this subtle sense of disobedience.

Strange talk scene.

"wrong."

Han Dong shook his head, raised his hand, condensed a small ice crystal and threw it into the distance.

The strength of this strong man's arm was terrifying. The ice cube spanned a long distance in an instant, but it shattered without warning, as if it had hit a transparent barrier.

"It's an enchantment, the same method as seven years ago."

Han Dong sighed and started to move his joints.

"Although it can't stop the deputy director for too long, it's enough for that woman to kill us."

"Ah, that's right."

Zhao Guangming grinned, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Maybe I killed her, at least they will die together."

"Don't worry. No one will die today."

Wang Jin sat down on the ground, the severe pain in his body has gradually eased, but he still couldn't help grinning.

"As long as I have one breath, I will pull you back from the gate of hell."

Taking out a mess of potions from his waist, Wang Jin looked at Zhao Guangming with a smile.

These were stuffed out of Ma Yao's trunk by him.

The previous battle was too fierce and it was useless, but it just happened to be left until now.

Zhao Guangming's eyes were not quite right, which made him a little worried.

We are all gentlemen, being too pretentious will make people uncomfortable, so I can only make this promise.

As long as Wang Jin survives, Zhao Guangming will not die.

"So, take revenge boldly."

The young man with white hair and shawl slumped on the ground, smiling and looking at the middle-aged man with eyes full of hatred.

He is obviously so weak, but the words he speaks carry convincing power.

"Ah, if it doesn't work, I can die."

Zhao Guangming probably understood what Wang Jin meant, and nodded with a smile.

Those messy medicines were obviously just a cover to get rid of Han Dong, who knows what kind of plans this kid is planning.

The amber color is getting heavier and heavier, as if the entire canvas has been splashed with the same paint.

The indistinct singing gradually became clearer, and a figure slowly descended from the air without knowing when.

silhouette of woman.

The snow-white long hair, which is exactly the same as that of the gods, and the blood-red lines are condensed into an exquisite necklace, hanging on the slender neck.

The pure white robe did not deliberately reveal the figure, but it carried an inexplicable charm that made people unable to move their eyes away.

The four circling eyes slowly melted, obediently attached to the woman's jade-like hands, like some precious ornaments.

The bare feet stepped slowly into the air, without a speck of dust.

Everything about her is so perfect, but it makes people unable to feel even a bit of blasphemy.

The strong light made it hard to see her face, but no one would doubt her beauty.

That suffocating, indescribable temperament is enough to make anyone excited.

"so beautiful."

Leonard muttered to himself, but gritted his teeth again.

Beautiful, powerful, divine, and... dangerous.

Her appearance was accompanied by the blood sacrifice of a large number of lives, and the natural disaster that destroyed half of the city.

Now, everyone knows what that sentence means.

When the two gods meet, it will bring disaster.

This woman is clearly the disaster itself.

"It's really beautiful."

Li Hui took out the spray from the box and treated Wang Jin's wound.

"Your body is already overwhelmed, and this will only make you live longer."

The girl didn't look at the sacred figure, but looked seriously into Wang Jin's eyes.

"Ah, I know this kind of thing myself."

Wang Jin grinned, showing a helpless smile.

His continuous high-intensity bursts have long since left the realm of human beings.

Whether it was the consumption of inspiration caused by using the Eye of the Ancient God many times, or the physical burden caused by blowing the copper whistle, it was enough to overwhelm Wang Jin.

From that time on, he should not be able to move.

Inspiration is almost dry, and physical strength is completely exhausted. Muscles are torn and bones are broken.

But the young man did not fall.

Still carrying the pain all over his body, he swung the sword light of abandoning everything at the evil.

Annie paid a certain price to keep Wang Jin's life, but this does not mean that he was unscathed.

The magical flame was actually burning his body.

Most of the skin on Wang Jin's body was burnt. If he was not treated in time, he would be infected, which would kill him.

Of course, the most fatal injury is the blessing of the gods.

With that level of torture, an ordinary person would have gone crazy.

Wang Jin still survived by relying on his own willpower.

It's a pity that the pollution can't be dealt with.

Even if Wang Jin has a fairly high resistance in this regard, he cannot withstand the repeated bombings of Annie and God.

Already he could hear something whispering in his ear.

The world has become distorted and absurd, and the women in his eyes are also different.

What Wang Jin saw was not beautiful, but made people feel uncomfortable.

Disaster hovered around that figure, the amber light was ominous and depraved, the blood-red curse culture made a giant snake tightly strangled her neck, and the four eyeballs trembled and shed tears between her fingers.