Weird Talk Asylum Center

"It's so warm."

Wang Jin nodded with a smile, and called Wangcai back before he revealed his secrets.

After checking the value of his cards, he couldn't help sighing.

It has doubled five or six times.

And there are some trends that are in short supply.

"No wonder Xingkong said that the next card will take a while, probably because he wants to make a lot of money."

Sighing slightly, Wang Jin suddenly envied those goblins from the Art Association.

Even if they only take a small percentage of the transaction fee, the benefits obtained are quite huge.

On the other hand, he, the client, can only get about [-]/[-].

But Wang Jin was already very satisfied.

Coupled with the money that was stolen from a lucky person before, at least it can maintain the operation of the pile of medical equipment at home, and even have a little bit of wealth.

In the future, an extra egg can be added to the pancake fruit in the morning.

"Well, save up the rest."

Wang Jin nodded while thinking about it.

He knew very well that he was trading his life for money, and he would fall into the abyss of death if he took half a step.

Ancient gods, doctors, they are all about to move.

Wang Jin was in too deep, and he couldn't get out for a long time.

It is also good to leave more savings for the family.

As for whether we can find Wang Jue

Unless a miracle happens.

The young man smiled helplessly and looked towards the boiling auditorium.

In just one month, he has seen too many things that he could not have imagined before.

Twist, chaos, blood, death.

Wang Jin has gradually gotten used to the crisis-ridden days, and he is still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly settles down.

It's like running wildly in the dark, once you stop, you will be swallowed up by fear, and you will never have the courage to move forward.

Coupled with this ridiculously excited crowd, he felt that there was a small gap between himself and the world.

Although it is not very eye-catching, it actually exists.

Everyone knows about the rising star in the ghost story world, but no one comes to say hello to this troubled high school student.

Adolescent teenagers occasionally feel sad for a while.

"Hey, kid."

The generous big hand patted Wang Jin's shoulder, and he grinned from the pain.

"Why this expression?"

Han Dong looked at Wang Jin, he didn't understand why the famous new star in the ghost story world looked lonely.

"Well, maybe I'm a little tired."

Wang Jin shook his head, indicating that Han Dong was fine.

"I'm here."

The eyes of the ancient god moved slightly, and a familiar warmth came from behind him.

A'Zi leaned gently on the young man's back, as if she was raving.

The interior of the Bolt of the Furnace was shrouded in the Zaratul Mystery, and as a strange story, she felt a little uncomfortable.

But he still stood up immediately after realizing Wang Jin's abnormality.

The shadow under his feet boiled, and Xiao Hei and Mirror Ghost rubbed against Wang Jin's leg.

Like a docile and obedient dog, it barks.

"there!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the fox-eared girl led a mighty group of people to the judges' seat.

"Why are you all here?"

Wang Jin turned his head with doubts on his face.

"Of course I asked the big star for an autograph."

Hu Xiaobei took out a small notebook and stuffed it into Wang Jin's arms, showing a sly smile.

"Your autograph should be worth a lot of money when you get rich, so give me one too."

Zhao Guangming curled his lips with a cigarette in his mouth, and put his bandaged arm on Wang Jin's shoulder.

"Smoking is not allowed here."

Mustache glared at Zhao Guangming, seeming very upset.

The latter also showed an arrogant expression, and quickly compromised after realizing whose territory this was.

"Are you here for an autograph too?"

Wang Jin looked at Li Hui helplessly. This little girl didn't have a game today, so she was dressed beautifully.

"I've come to invite you to dinner, just the two of us."

Li Hui shook her head, a blush appeared on her already pretty face.

"Hey, let me sign your autograph."

Wang Jin endured a strange feeling and wrote his name on the paper, only to find that Hu Xiaobei stuffed it into his pocket casually.

"Really, do you have to use this strange method?"

After being stunned for a moment, Wang Jin suddenly realized that they didn't really want to sign such a thing.

They just saw that the young man was unhappy, but they were too embarrassed to comfort him.

So he could only use this clumsy and clumsy method to appear beside Wang Jin, to wash away those sorrows.

If a group of people ran side by side in the dark, the fear would disappear.

Wang Jin suddenly found that the rift between himself and the world had just been filled by them.

He looked at his companions around him, didn't say anything nasty, but raised his eyebrows.

Something is not right.

"Where's Leonard?"

"Diarrhea, I don't know what I ate."

Hu Xiaobei shook his head with an innocent face.

"Um"

Feeling his stomach that suddenly started to churn, Wang Jin left tremblingly.

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"This kid really has a group of good friends."

In the director's office, the long-haired man looked at the monitor and muttered softly.

Ma Yao stood aside respectfully, and rarely became serious.

The director hadn't paid attention to anyone for a long time, and the last one who received such treatment was Zhao Guangming.

And at this time, you must pay attention to your words and deeds, otherwise you will look like a waste under the light of that young man.

"Are you worried about him losing his humanity?"

Ma Yao filled a teacup of Erguotou for the director, and asked in a low voice.

He was in charge of contacting Wang Jin on behalf of the Administration Bureau, and there would definitely be no harm in asking for more advice.

"Oh?"

The long-haired man raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest.

"I've seen the power in him firsthand."

Ma Yao lowered his brows and reported his thoughts to the director.

"It's too powerful, and it's not what humans should have."

"And Too Much Power"

Having said that, the man who had fought desperately with the ghosts on the front line shut up.

Can't go on.

"You kid has become smarter."

The director smiled and signaled Ma Yao not to be so nervous.

"Do you think he looks familiar?"

"I don't have the blood of a strange story, but I have terrifying strength."

"And the surname is Wang"

Ignoring Ma Yao's suspicious eyes, the director took the teacup in his hand and drank it down.

"It's too boring to fight like this. Change the rules later."

The man seemed to have only thought for a moment before turning his head and issuing the order that sounded like a child's play.

"Those secret rituals that are not too strong should also be given away."

Ma Yao froze for a moment, nodded and hurriedly turned and left.

The long-haired man also put a small teacup on the opposite side, as if he was drinking with someone.

"I gave things, and how much he can receive depends on his ability."

"It can be considered as a favor for you."

In the darkness, his eyes shone slightly.