Weird Talk Asylum Center

"It is you."

The ethereal and soft voice resounded, but in Wang Jin's ears it sounded like a ghost screaming.

The woman stretched out her hand to Zhao Guangming, as if to say hello.

"Ah, it's me."

Without any hesitation, Zhao Guangming rushed out before he finished speaking.

The jet-black twin knives hidden inside the coat had no reflection at all, and it was impossible to determine their positions until the moment before they were cut out.

The thin figure was like black lightning, and a terrifying aura soared into the sky.

Wang Jin's angle of view became weird due to pollution, and he could vaguely see a few illusory figures behind him.

The ghost from seven years ago made a death declaration to the god.

"Fuck, what's the situation with this speed?"

Wang Jin was stunned. He looked at the deep footprints where Zhao Guangming had stayed before, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

This is simply faster than Li Hui plus Flash Gold Charge, which is not the speed that humans should have at all.

"Project Dawn, the essence is to inject the serum made from the extract of strange stories into the human body, so as to gain powerful power."

The little fox shook his head and pulled Zhao Guangming's suitcase over.

"Because some of the questions are abolished now, but it does give a horrible boost."

"The disadvantage is that it is difficult to be compatible with the strange talk equipment, but Lao Zhao is very talented, so there is no problem."

"You know this as well?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and asked with difficulty.

"I've been pestering Sister Qingqing for a long time."

The little fox shook his head and jumped off the suitcase.

"As for this box, I guess it should contain that thing."

"Oh?"

Wang Jin reached out curiously and opened the box.

Inside lay several bottles of beautifully colored serums, and a... metal spine.

The overall shape is no different from that of a human spine, and it is covered with strange barbs.

"Yes, this is it."

The little fox nodded, with an expression as expected.

"The last technology of that plan before it was abolished, the Bone of Dawn."

"As for the effect, I'm not too sure."

"Ah, good stuff."

Wang Jin gently reached out and stroked the dark silver metal spine, a cold and delicate touch came, and a strange light flashed across it.

"Ordinary people will die if they use it."

Hu Xiaobei slapped Wang Jin's hand away, and closed the box again.

"It's the first time I've seen Brother Zhao go all out."

Leonard looked at the black figure that kept flying, and muttered softly.

"I originally thought that it was impossible for human beings to rely on their own strength to compete with this kind of strange talk about personalities."

"Ah, I didn't think of that either."

Wang Jin grinned and looked at Zhao Guangming.

It's not that the woman didn't fight back, she even kept attacking on her own initiative.

The light filled this small enchantment, imprisoning Zhao Guangming's figure like a substance.

The amber jewelry in his hand turned into streaks of sharp breaths, flying towards the swift black figure non-stop.

The pendant on the chest emitted light from time to time, and the ground that was illuminated instantly cracked and collapsed.

But she obviously didn't use all her strength, and she even let out a burst of chuckles.

Like a girl playing and playing with her lover, she is innocent and cute all over her body.

But Zhao Guangming's cold eyes seemed to indicate that he didn't think so.

"Uncle Han, why don't you go up and do a favor?"

Wang Jin looked at Han Dong who was warming up, and asked with a smile.

"How can I help? Step on that bitch to death?"

Han Dong grinned, and threw the booklet that was still emitting heat to Wang Jin.

"Our generation is used to fighting alone, but when we go together, we will interrupt each other's rhythm."

"And Lao Zhao didn't try his best, you have to trust him."

"It's the little girl standing there all the time, are you sure she's okay?"

Han Dong pointed to Meng Yu and asked with concern.

Both she and Wang Jin were the lucky ones chosen by the Administration Bureau to deal with this incident, but the two worked in different ways.

Although Meng Yu didn't directly go up to fight the gods like Wang Jin, she saved too many people with her ability.

The two are indispensable, and their performances are very eye-catching.

"I heard that the dreamer can't be woken up forcefully when she activates her ability, so don't bother her."

Wang Jin waved his hand and said nothing more.

About Meng Yu, he heard Ma Yao say something in the car, so he didn't act rashly.

"Other than that, I'm curious about something."

Wang Jin grinned, enduring the pain and quietly moved to Han Dong's side.

Li Hui and Leonard coughed lightly and came over.

Big fluffy ears popped out of Wang Jin's pocket, and he shook slightly.

"Uncle Han, back then..."

"Ha, I knew you wanted to ask this."

"However, you still have the mood to listen to gossip at this time, and you are too big a kid."

Han Dong patted Wang Jin's shoulder, making him grin his teeth again.

"Having fun while suffering, keeping your nerves tensed all the time will make you desperate."

Wang Jin spread his hands, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"The authority of this matter is actually quite high, so I will talk about those parts that can be said."

Han Dong coughed twice, showing a look of "you have to keep it secret".

"That woman is actually a very special strange story, so special that it has been paid attention to by the administration for a long time."

"The blessing of strange talk can only be applied to one person, unless it is made into equipment, you know better than me."

The middle-aged strong man pointed to Wang Jin, and the red lines on his face still did not disappear.

"But this woman is outrageous. There is no upper limit to the number of her blessings."

"That is to say, as long as there is her, all personnel can be fully armed, which is very important for a large ghost talk organization."

"Fuck."

Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and cursed softly.

His brain turned faster, so he was the first to discover the horror of this special ability.

There is no upper limit to the number of blessings. This ability cannot be limited to the ghost talk organization, but it will be used with a high probability...

war.

An army whose members have been blessed by ghost talks, even if the blessing is useless, will undergo qualitative changes due to the huge amount.

"Yes, it's scary."

Han Dong nodded, approving Wang Jin's thinking.

"Blessed people will not have any abnormalities, they will only feel lighter in body, stronger in strength, and don't like to get sick."

"What's even more frightening is that the woman's blessing is contagious."

"At this time, it should not be called a blessing, but a plague."

"The plague of strange stories."

"Fortunately, she didn't know it at the beginning, but because of this, she gained the closeness of many humans and became a saint-like existence."

"Later, Lao Zhao met her."

Han Dong pointed to Zhao Guangming, who was struggling to attack, and sighed.