Weird Talk Asylum Center

"Where am I?"

Wang Jin shook his head and tried to open his eyes.

He seemed to have passed out due to too much consumption, but the current situation is obviously wrong.

Inspiration flickered wildly, making his right eyelid twitch.

Without even turning his head, Wang Jin could already guess where the danger came from.

The thick and terrifying atmosphere is approaching quickly.

This breath not only represents abundance and life, but also represents distortion and change.

"Fuck!"

At the moment when he felt this vitality, Wang Jin held his breath without hesitation.

The next second, the child's laughter sounded.

seems happy.

The adrenaline surged, and Wang Jin's last bit of physical strength was burned by the instinct of survival.

He quickly observed the situation around him.

It is still a dream world, but it is already filled with a small piece of faint green mist.

Something seemed to light up in the mist, it was a pair of eyes shining with scarlet light.

They howled, jumped, and shuttled back and forth among the ruins.

Seems to be looking for something.

"Damn it, I should have lasted a second longer."

Wang Jin cursed in a low voice and hid behind the collapsed pillar.

He passed out the moment he left, and the consciousness in the crack was left behind.

No one could have imagined such an unexpected situation, and it was useless to regret it.

Wang Jin, who uses the Eye of the Ancient God, is in the gap between dream and reality, but Zhao Guangming is not.

There is still a trace of breath in the dream world that has not dissipated.

This means that the ancient god has a very low probability of finding him through that weak connection.

Unfortunately, the Green God is not the same as the Dream of Death.

This ancient god has quite a large number of believers, so he can completely check everything that is wrong.

"cluck"

The rabbit-eared monster slowly searched forward, its scarlet pupils turning restlessly.

As long as they see Wang Jin, they will warn the Green God without hesitation.

"Damn, I don't know how to get out of here."

Wang Jin tried his best to calm himself down, thinking carefully about what to do.

There seem to be only two ways to get out of the dream world.

The dreamer's permission, or the person loses consciousness.

Meng Yu has already left, and Wang Jin doesn't intend to involve her, so the first option is no longer possible.

As for the second option, he didn't think about it at all.

Fainted in front of the son of the green god, whether he can wake up is also a big question.

So he chose the third way.

Without much hesitation, Wang Jin grinned and reached out to caress the ring-like amber crystal in his hand.

The blessings of the dream world temporarily covered him, turning into divine light.

At this moment, he is a god.

"Forcibly breaking into other people's ghost talk scenes, it's normal to be contradicted by some blind will."

Wang Jin gently stretched out his hand, feeling the power circulating in his body, and opened his mouth slowly.

"die."

An ominous curse swept out, covering all the children of the green god in an instant.

Without even a wail, their heads exploded instantly, and they lost their breath.

After all, it is just a creature that has been polluted and distorted, so it is considered dead and cannot die anymore.

"Kill it all in an instant, and my existence will not be exposed."

The young man who turned into a godly evil walked out of his hiding place slowly, with a smile on his face.

In this way, Green God could only sense that something had killed those believers, but he didn't know whether the other party was Wang Jin.

If there is no accident, he will soon come to find out by relying on the residual breath in the dream, or directly slaughter indiscriminately.

Wang Jin is still dead.

"Call success or failure in one fell swoop."

The young man sighed and looked at the mist that still hung in the air.

Getting rid of these troublesome things will allow Green God to turn his target elsewhere.

Unfortunately, he was completely in a dream and couldn't use the Eye of the Ancient God, nor could he use the strange talk equipment.

The only advantage is the almost endless inspiration and the affinity for strange talk scenes.

In this case, only the most primitive method can be used.

"The qigong cannon can be used, and it should be no problem at this level."

Wang Jin stretched out his hand slowly, and muttered something in a low voice.

The next moment, his palm turned into a dancing flame.

The firelight illuminated the young man's slightly excited face, and he squatted down slightly, pulling his arms behind him.

Surrounded by air currents, Wang Jin swung his fist violently.

"fire punch!"

A wave-like flame gushed out of his hands, as if it wanted to burn everything here.

The crystals in his hand surged, giving the flame a light amber color.

Add a ghostly flavor to it.

Only in this way can the mark left by the green god be completely eliminated.

The smell of burning came, and the body of the son of the green god turned into fly ash under the terrifying high temperature.

The unformed mist could not resist the amber flame at all, and disappeared without any resistance.

All that was left was a charred vine.

"It's a good thing no one saw it."

The young man withdrew his palm and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Although this effect can also be achieved with a flamethrower, who can refuse to use a fire fist?

Gently shaking his hand, Wang Jin picked up the vine.

With little effort, he recognized a small part of the Green God.

Roughly equivalent to a strand of hair.

After all, he was the one who burned Green God back then, so he was very familiar with this thing.

"Well, it should be able to absorb."

From the situation when Zhao Guangming was treated just now, it can be seen that the part of the green god in the eyes of the ancient gods is too weak.

With this vine, it is estimated that it can improve a little bit.

After weighing it a bit, Wang Jin put it aside.

Maybe the abomination could bring something from the dream world to reality, but he didn't know how.

"We can only wait for Meng Yu to do it himself."

Wang Jin sighed, sat on the ground and waited for the little loli to fish him out.

It didn't take long before his eyes twisted.

Then a big face slowly approached.

His slightly squinted eyes were still bloodshot, his decadent face was a little pale, and he looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness.

He pouted and moved closer and closer, so frightened that Wang Jin punched him and sat up suddenly.

"what--!"

As he got up, something fluffy flew out with a scream.

"Ah, I was thinking of giving you artificial respiration to make it even, it's a pity."

The middle-aged man who was beaten rubbed his face and muttered feebly.

Wang Jin stared at Zhao Guangming, looking hopeless.

"Why is it you?"

"Hey, it's not just me."

The middle-aged man pointed to the motionless snow-white dumpling in the distance, and slowly explained.

"Hu Xiaobeifei is going to jump on your chest and say it's some kind of heart compression, but I think she's having a good time."

"Originally, my position should be Li Hui, but that little fox refused to give up."

"Leynard seems to be a little eager to try, but the problem is that his father is beside him."

"Second Sun is still awake, so he can't do this."

"Could it be that you want Han Dong to give you artificial respiration?"

Zhao Guangming pointed to the muscular man who was giggling in the distance, and looked at Wang Jin strangely.