After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"Brother Xiu, Wang Ju just gave the three of us a stick of spiritual incense, one third of each of us. He said that our spiritual growth was too fast and it was easy to have sequelae, but I think he was making a fuss out of a molehill. It's not that exaggerated. I I feel fine.

Hehe, I heard that this spiritual incense is not cheap, I thought about selling it, and then converting it into money, I can buy a sports car to catch girls. What do you think? "

"I suggest you keep it for yourself." Fang Xiu shook his head slightly.

Zhao Hao is now inseparable from his sister, and his symptoms are indeed worse than before.

"By the way, Brother Xiu, do you have any spiritual incense? That one was divided into three parts and given to the three of us. Don't you have any? If you don't have one, I'll give it to you."

"No, I have it too."

Still two.

Of course, Fang Xiu did not say the following sentence, there is nothing to show off about this kind of thing.

"Let me just say, my survival this time is all thanks to you, Brother Xiu. How could you not have a spirit incense? But Brother Xiu, why don't you just take this one from me? I heard that using magic weapons will aggravate the pollution of the mind. You don’t have enough.

In fact, I just secretly lit the incense. "

Zhao Hao suddenly said in a low voice: "This spiritual incense is not suitable for me at all. The feeling of lighting the spiritual incense is too uncomfortable. It feels like 7 times in a row. My whole soul is empty and I have entered the time of the sage. Nothing felt interesting, even when the nurse came over to give me an injection, I couldn’t get up."

Fang Xiu: "..."

He didn't quite understand why acupuncture could stop the pain.

Zhao Hao seemed to be afraid that Fang Xiu wouldn't believe it, so he took out a lighter and lit the incense again.

After a while, curls of green smoke began to float in the ward. As the two breathed, the smoke from the incense penetrated into their nostrils.

The taste is a bit choking.

As the spiritual fragrance entered his body, Zhao Hao's originally wretched expression gradually became peaceful, calm and hopeless.

But Fang Xiu frowned.

He felt that his mind was being polluted.

It was as if there were twenty old monks surrounding him chanting sutras and knocking on wooden fish to persuade him to let go of his hatred. This made him more and more irritated, and he even wanted to kill two weirdos to add to the fun.

"Okay, pinch it."

Zhao Hao snuffed out the spiritual incense and soon started to get excited again: "What's going on, Brother Xiu, I'm not lying to you. This spiritual incense is really not a good thing. If you light it, life will feel like you have lost the fun."

Fang Xiu nodded in agreement.

Spiritual incense is indeed not a good thing, and it actually tries to pollute your own soul.

It seems that I have to find an opportunity to sell all the spiritual incense.

In addition, we can already start thinking about Qingshan Mental Hospital. He has always cared about what the director Zhou Qingfeng left behind. What is the truth of this world?

Now he doesn't even know who wrote the bloody words on the ceiling when he first crossed over. There are too many mysteries that he has yet to figure out.

In the past, he was too weak to know these secrets, but now he has the initial ability to protect himself and is ready to contact them.

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........

While Fang was recuperating, a big event happened in the investigation bureau.

"What are you talking about! Yang Kunpeng is losing control of his spirituality?"

Wang Dehai roared crazily in the office, with a look of disbelief on his face: "What the hell is going on! Qingshan Mental Hospital is rated C. With Yang Kunpeng's strength, it would be fine if his team was wiped out. How could he himself? Falling into this situation?

I've been in a coma for three days, and now I'm going to lose spiritual control when I wake up? Didn't the doctor say he wasn't injured? "

It turned out that just the day before Fang Xiu went to Heishui Village, Yang Kunpeng's team was sent to the Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Wang Dehai released a total of two tasks that day, one was Heishui Village and the other was Qingshan Mental Hospital.

On the day the mission was released, Yang Kunpeng led the team and set off.

Fang Xiu and others went to Heishui Village the next day.

Yang Kunpeng's team came out of Qingshan Mental Hospital the next day, but only Yang Kunpeng came out. He fell into a coma not long after coming out and didn't wake up until today.

The subordinate who was reporting was so frightened that Wang Dehai broke out in a cold sweat: "Wang... Bureau Wang, according to Yang Kunpeng, the intelligence is wrong. In the strange area of ​​the mental hospital, there are not just two strange things: doctor's trick and nightmare. There were other weird ones, Yang Kunpeng said... He said he saw at least three more wandering weird ones.

If it weren't for his ability to become invisible, he would have died long ago. "

"There are three more!?" Wang Dehai suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Because he suddenly remembered that Fang Xiu had said before that there were at least dozens of strange animals in Qingshan Mental Hospital, locked in the ward.

But at that time, he and Shen Lingxue judged based on past experience and believed that this was impossible. This was not because they doubted Fang Xiu's ability to predict, but because dozens of strange animals gathered together had never happened before.

Even the headquarters once said that weird people have different characteristics and it is difficult for them to live in peace with each other, so there is basically no situation where weird people live in groups.

Just like in the animal world, animals that obviously live alone live in groups. This is not consistent with common sense at all.

Just like a mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, except one male and one female.

In addition, Fang Xiu was just a new spiritual master. He was an ordinary person before and had not had much contact with the weird. Therefore, they naturally thought that the weird that Fang Xiu saw in the future scene was the weird slave.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between being a slave and being weird.

But now, Yang Kunpeng, a senior spiritual master, has seen three more strange creatures in the mysterious realm of Qingshan Mental Hospital, which has broken common sense.

This also means that what Fang Xiu said is probably true. It is very likely that Qingshan Mental Hospital really has dozens of weirdos, not weird slaves!

It's a big deal!

If this is the case, then the common sense of strangeness and non-gathering in the past will be broken, and the strange area of ​​Qingshan Mental Hospital in Luteng City will become the only one in the world!

"Where is Yang Kunpeng now? Take me there quickly!" Wang Dehai said anxiously.

"In the interrogation room, Director Wang, he is about to become deformed. It would be too dangerous for you to go."

"Is Yang Ming back?" Wang Dehai said in a deep voice.

"No...not yet."

"Where is Bai Qi? Is the injury healed?"

"Vice Captain Bai is back at work as normal, but I don't think he's fully recovered."

"I can't control that much now. I'll ask Bai Qi to come to my office. By the way, there's also Fang Xiu. He's the person involved, so call him here too."

"Yes, Wang Ju."

10 minutes later.......

Fang Xiu came to Wang Dehai's office. He didn't know what Wang Dehai asked him to do, especially while he was recovering from his injuries.

As soon as Fang Xiu entered the door, he saw a tall, handsome, pale man sitting opposite Wang Dehai. He was sitting upright and serious in speech, and his whole person exuded an aura that no strangers should enter.

The man had a head of messy black hair, delicate facial features, an indifferent expression like Satan coming to the world, sharp and indifferent eyes, long and thin red phoenix eyes, and two cold thin lips pouting under the bridge of his nose.

Generally speaking, at first glance, he looks like the kind of boss who talks little, has a sullen expression on his face, and has sharp eyebrows.

But the only fly in the ointment is that the boss's face is unnaturally pale, and he even coughs once or twice from time to time, making him look a little sick.