Horror, my mental hospital has become a weird restricted area

"Why do these bosses appear in such a weird way?"

Ji Mingyue kept screaming from the bottom of her heart in disbelief.

Before, he thought that these big bosses had already left, or they were divided by the ghosts of the Nine-faced Buddha.

Unexpectedly, these brains would suddenly descend from the sky, and they seemed to be regarded as nine-faced Buddha by these monks.

"Give everything."

"Give everything."

"Give everything."

".!"

Hearing the deafening shouts beside her, Ji Mingyue couldn't help but fell into confusion for a moment.

Sure enough, she was still too young, and she didn't know enough about these big men who had changed their minds in the south of the city. She still couldn't understand it. What kind of outrageous operation was this.

"Fair, I heard someone say fair just now, whoever said it should stand up."

Zhang Mazi, who had just landed, held a long black sword in his hand, and shouted roughly to the surroundings.

The thick eyebrows twisted together, and the majestic and terrifying attraction behind them made these ordinary people back away in fear, making way for the crowd to point directly at the faceless host.

"Master Nine-faced Buddha is actually angry, but Lord Nine-faced Buddha looks so majestic when he is angry, it is worthy of him."

"Is there something wrong with the oracle delivered by the host just now? It shouldn't be."

"Why shouldn't it? Didn't you see that Lord Nine-faced Buddha has activated it? There must be something wrong with the oracle conveyed by the presiding officer."

"That's right, that's right, that must be the case. Lord Nine-faced Buddha flew over from the sky, and he is my god."

After the crowd fell into a short-term passion, there was an uproar again. Under the refraction of the sun, bald heads gathered together one by one, pointing at the faceless host.

"It's you fucking talking about fairness there. Tell me what fairness is? What is fairness?"

"You have no face."

The riotous Zhang Mazi ran up to Faceless Staple Food full of disgust, grabbed the opponent's cassock with both hands, and lifted it up. The faces of the two did not gather more than one centimeter.

"Fairness is that as long as you are excited about Nine-faced Buddha, you can get the fruity taste of the golden body and achieve eternal life. You only need to sacrifice everything to get it."

"That's fair."

The faceless host's voice reverberated throughout the square, but unlike before, the faceless host's voice was slightly distorted and sharp.

The whole square also became gloomy and cold at this moment.

"I bother."

"Go to your grandma, dedicate your grandma's leg, this is your mother's fairness."

"I only do three things here today, fair and fair, and fucking fair."

"You fucking think that if I don't know how to apply those stinky sesame oils on my body, it will be a golden body and fruit position, and I'm courting death."

Pa～

Zhang Mazi first spat a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm onto the face of the host who covered his face, and then slapped him away.

The entire faceless host was like a rag in a strong wind, flipping and jumping in the air continuously. The stone statues touched were all broken at this moment, and the temperature of the entire square also dropped to freezing point.

The monks also widened their eyes in fear and dared not speak.

The entire square has been terribly dead and silent until now.

"You, a traitor to the Buddha, should kneel in front of Lord Nine-Faced Buddha and repent for the rest of your life, and suffer from shaving your bones and digging out your heart."

"Not worthy of the golden body status, not worthy of eternal life."

At this time, the faceless host was trembling constantly, and the originally blurred face gradually became clearer, but as it gradually became clearer.

Ji Mingyue, who had been watching all this, became more and more frightened, because her face was constantly distorted as if washed by boiling water, and a strange Sanskrit mark appeared on her forehead.

The degree of horror has also reached the terrible S level.

But the monks around didn't seem to have noticed the most terrible change, but they looked at Host Wu Lian with doubts and puzzled eyes.

"Why did Lord Nine-faced Buddha call the host? Could it be that everything the host said to us before was false? Are they all lying to us?"

"Amitabha, what kind of stinky sesame oil is the sesame oil that Lord Nine-faced Buddha mentioned earlier?"

"Isn't it impossible to live forever? The fruity taste of the golden body is also fake. Lord Nine-faced Buddha came to remind us."

After hearing Zhang Mazi's angry question, the monks whispered in a panic.

And with the suspicion of the monks, the level of terror and evil aura that was originally faceless presided over continued to rise, as if something happened suddenly, and it became extremely unstable.

Even the sun in the sky dimmed at some point.

"Believe in Nine-faced Buddha, you can get eternal life and the fruit of this life, these people are fake, they are not Nine-faced Buddha, they are fake."

The host, who already had a distorted face, let out a low growl like a beast, and his voice turned into an accent.

He shouted at the monks in the square.

"It's over, it's over. The host seems crazy. We have been listening to the teachings of a lunatic before."

"So everything is fake, right?"

"Also said that Master Nine-faced Buddha is not Nine-faced Buddha. This matter is fucking unreasonable. I am not a monk anymore."

"Yes, yes, it is unreasonable. How can ordinary people fly? Only gods can fly."

As the monks became more suspicious and alienated from the host.

The figure of the faceless host began to become extremely distorted, and the evil aura emanating from his body became more unstable.

"No, they are not Nine-faced Buddha, all of this is fake, the reason why they can fly is because they are all fake in my ghost domain."

"fake."

The distorted host suddenly seemed to be shedding his skin. The cassock on his body was gone, replaced by red ginseng, showing a strange golden-yellow skin and exuding a pungent fragrance.

The huge sun in the sky began to become smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a ray of light, disappeared, and the night shrouded the entire temple again.

The square was still in that dilapidated, cold and weird environment, and the dense crowd of voices and people had disappeared.

In the distance, Liu Yiyi, who was dazed, also returned to normal, and then hid further away with Ji Mingyue in horror.

"Damn you, do you know what you did? You made the beliefs of my believers collapse."

A human face appeared on the forehead of the strangely shaped monk, and the three of them roared at Zhang Mazi, Aaron, and Li Jin.

Human faces surged under every inch of the skin, and those faces could be vaguely seen to be very similar to those ordinary monks in the ghost domain before.

At this time, cracks like ceramics gradually appeared on these human faces, which were slowly crumbling, and then the cracks gradually fell off from the skin. As each face cracked and fell off, the cold and evil The breath is also constantly falling.

In the end, the level of horror that originally reached S-level plummeted, and even reached B-level and was already between A-level.

Even Liu Yiyi, who was originally hiding in the distance, now had the confidence to kill him.