Horror, my mental hospital has become a weird restricted area

"No, you can't kill me. When Lord Nine-faced Buddha comes, I will come back to life again. We are immortal!"

Jin Peng said tremblingly.

In fact, he didn't know whether he would come back to life when the Nine-faced Buddha came, and at the same time, the fear in his heart was constantly spreading. He didn't understand that a child in the Chengnan Mental Hospital would be so terrifying.

Especially when a person is actually facing death.

All the original confidence will be gone.

click~

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff ~
Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff ~
"Brother, I'll say it again. When someone asks you something, you must answer seriously. What was the last answer? I'll give you three seconds!"

Accompanied by patches of gray blood splashing in the air, black and red bone spurs crazily interspersed among Jin Peng's flesh and blood.

The extreme pain caused the latter's face to become hideous and distorted.

The ear-piercing and hoarse cries of pain intertwined with the sounds of bone-piercing flesh, making the entire hall of Tianlin Mansion even more terrifying and bloody.

Xiao Jin gently pressed his index finger with his thumb, and the clear and crisp sound of bone shattering became insignificant in the sound of screaming and piercing flesh, but it was clearly audible.

It was as if a strange symbol was constantly and rhythmically impacting Jin Peng's nerves in his heart.

Like a reminder.

The simple and gentle voice is like a hellish magic voice.

Bizhibi's whispering voice was even more terrifying when he was receiving the gift from the Nine-faced Buddha at the beginning.

Jinpeng was terrified, terrified, the young man in front of him couldn't use common sense to judge.

It seems that the face is smiling, but in fact there is no emotion in the eyes, and the other unique black and bloodthirsty eye is even more crazy, as if there is an infinite desire for his flesh and blood.

This kind of fear from the depths of the soul caused Jinpeng's psychological defense to collapse immediately.

Even the field of Buddha statues behind it became dim, almost to the verge of fragmentation.

"I said. I said, equal to 100!"

puff~

Before Jin Peng finished speaking, a sharp bone spur directly tore a huge arm off. Pieces of gray blood flowed on the white porcelain floor of the hall, converging like a stream, meandering strong bloody smell and The unique fragrances come together to give people a more extreme spiritual impact.

"Sorry, it's wrong!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"It's time, brother, you lost an arm, you must answer seriously next time!"

"3758 minus, how much is two times five?"

Xiao Jin still had a kind smile on his face, looking gentle, like a teenager.

Of course, the premise is to put aside the current environment.

And the torn arm was gently held by Xiao Jin, brought to his mouth under everyone's horrified eyes, and slowly chewed.

With the slight sound of chewing, the whole corner of the mouth oozes out strands of blood.