Weird Talk Asylum Center

The world is gradually collapsing, and dots of amber light shine from Zhao Guangming's body.

That's a broken heart.

Feeling his body gradually losing vitality, Zhao Guangming collapsed to the ground.

The woman in her arms was pale, but she smiled and looked at Zhao Guangming.

"You said, if there is no governing bureau, will the ending of the two of us be different?"

Liuli seemed to be very weak, and her speech was a bit intermittent.

"I do not know."

Zhao Guangming closed his eyes, not looking at the disappearing woman.

It wasn't until the warmth disappeared that he sighed heavily.

Liuli died, completely dead.

Heart broken, her last connection to this world is gone.

Seven years of hatred ended today, and the pain that seemed to be burning in Zhao Guangming's eyes gradually dissipated.

Turned into a piece of calm.

"Revenge for you"

The middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a peaceful and peaceful smile.

My younger sister married a good man, and Su Min's family also likes her very much.

The days are getting better and better.

At this moment when he completely let go of his hatred, Zhao Guangming suddenly realized that his life was not so bad.

It's a pity that people always wake up before they die.

"That's good too."

He hasn't had a good night's sleep for seven years, and now he can finally have a good rest

"Hey, are you dead?"

The young man's voice sounded inappropriately, Zhao Guangming suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.

A look of death.

"It's good if you don't die."

Wang Jin squatted down lightly, with a smile on his face that he didn't want to be beaten.

Just now, he found a way to save the old man.

"After thinking about it carefully, your little money probably isn't enough for a meal."

"So I discussed with this girl, you treat me to a hundred meals of hot pot before I die."

The young man pointed to the petite girl beside him, showing a happy smile.

In the next second, the ancient god's eyes on his cheeks slowly opened.

"Wang Jin, you fucking crazy cough cough"

The moment he saw that eye, Zhao Guangming almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The dawn project brought vitality beyond ordinary people to his body, even if he lost his heart, he could survive for a few minutes.

But Wang Jin seemed to be planning to send him away directly.

"take it easy."

The breath gradually accumulated, as if something was attracted.

The young man's white hair fluttered and he showed a bright smile.

Seems quite happy.

He enjoyed the moment of finding out the truth by peeling back the cocoons.

Wang Jin kept thinking why Liuli died.

Guai Tan will not be eliminated, only contained.

This is an unchanging rule.

Just having the heart completely dissipated after being destroyed can only mean one thing.

Liuli is not a strange story in the strict sense.

If it's not a human being or a strange story, then there is only one possibility.

she is unclean, or

dreamer.

And it is a dreamer who has been polluted to a critical point by the dream world and has no way to return to human life.

This also explains why she is so easily distorted, why she has an inexplicable connection with this place, and why her ability is so similar to the bonus of the dream world.

In a sense, she is the will of this weird talk scene.

What is special is not her, but this world called Dreamland.

A dreamer who is severely polluted will become an existence similar to the will of the scene, and thus obtain the qualification to use abilities in the real world.

The death of the will in the previous scene means the birth of the new one.

The moment the colored glaze dissipated, Meng Yu, who had already been a bit overwhelmed, was completely polluted.

But this pollution didn't kill her, instead it gave her the ability to control the dream world.

For example, Wang Jin is now in the gap between reality and dream, so he can use the Eye of the Ancient God.

With this ability, it means that Zhao Guangming doesn't have to die.

"Aren't you afraid to recruit those big brothers?"

The middle-aged man showed deep consternation on his face, with an expression of "leave me a whole body".

"Come? Where?"

Wang Jin smiled more and more happily.

Now he is neither in reality nor in a dream, but in a superposition state of the two.

This is a paradox.

Of course, if it is the existence of the level of the ancient gods, it is impossible to find it.

So he has to complete the plan as soon as possible.

"Meng Yu, please."

Nodding to the little girl beside him, Wang Jin reached out and pulled out the knife stuck in Zhao Guangming's chest, and then stretched out his hand to hold his wound.

Meng Yu clasped his hands together, and a brand new heart appeared out of thin air in the broken chest.

As the ghost will of the dream world, her ability can affect the real world.

But this alone is not enough to keep Zhao Guangming alive.

The dream world cannot create life, this is the rule.

Even a beating heart can't do it, so it can only be said to be a piece of meat with the function of a heart.

But that doesn't mean Wang Jin can't do it.

The dark green mist gushed out, evoking Zhao Guangming's memories.

It was an aura that had appeared in the zoo before, another aura that was completely opposite to the dream of death.

The Eye of the Ancient God was formed by gathering three old rulers, one of whom was the green god who represented endless vitality.

Pure vitality cannot create a heart out of thin air, and the heart that appears because of a wish just lacks vitality.

Everything is so perfect.

"You don't deserve to die."

Wang Jin grinned, desperately injecting life into the heart of Zhao Guangming's chest.

This is the first time he has used power other than death, and it is inevitable that there will be some waste due to unskilledness.

The inspiration was quickly consumed, and the already scary face turned into a blank sheet of paper.

The snow-white long hair grew rapidly under the influence of vitality, and soon hung down to his waist.

"It's really yours."

Although Zhao Guangming didn't understand what Wang Jin was thinking, he could feel that his condition was gradually improving.

Simply lie flat directly.

"Is that an ancient god?"

Leonard and Han Dong in the distance were leaning against the scrapped truck, their eyes were so wide that they were about to fly out.

The situation is getting more and more wrong, from the dust explosion at the beginning, to the qigong cannon later, and now to the ancient god's breath.

This young man is repeatedly crushing and reassembling their worldview.

Even if he took out an aircraft carrier from his pocket now, neither of them would be too surprised.

"Xiao Lei, you don't need to compare yourself with Wang Jin."

Han Dong patted Leonard on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"It's my fault, I still want the two of you to fight in the ring."

The two-meter-tall man looked ashamed and looked at Leonard beside him.

"what"

The latter opened his mouth and didn't think of what to say for a long time.

He had seen the Eye of the Ancient God, what surprised him now was Wang Jin's perverted brain circuit.

"Is this guy really human?"

After muttering something in a low voice, Leonard began to comfort Han Dong whose world view had collapsed.