Ascended to become a virtual idol

"It's a long story, and you know that my cultivation method is very different from Xuanyuan's. I came here on a mission and said that some mirage-like existences often occur here at night. As a result, not long after I approached here, I felt an aura similar to the overlap of time and space. I was sucked in as soon as I uttered these words."

Luo Yi's words made Yan Qiao feel a little weird, "You are not the only one who took on this task, but only you and I were sucked in."

The two of them were lying face to face, and their posture was a bit weird, but neither of them cared about the image at this time, "Is there a possibility that it can be regarded as a distress signal?"

Luo Yi tentatively opened his mouth, and Yan Qiao raised his brows, "This guess may be correct."

Luo Yi grabbed her hand excitedly, "I'll just say it, otherwise why would you let us in here for no reason."

Yan Qiao held her hand instead, "Shhh, something happened."

The sound of footsteps came from outside, accompanied by the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, followed by the sound of friction between the wall and the flesh, and the sound of whimpering, resembling a farce at the gate of the vegetable market.

The sound of crowded footsteps was accompanied by the friction of various clothes, followed by the sound of knocking on the door.

Crazy shouts were heard endlessly, and they gathered in the corridor. The two of them maintained a posture and remained motionless, pretending to be a sleeping patient.

Thanks to the two people's good hearing, the voice downstairs is also very clear, the sound of cursing, accompanied by painful wailing, and the movement of fighting on the grass, are obviously different from the tranquility and serenity of the day.

It wasn't until the sky slowly brightened and wisps of light fell on the room that everything slowly stopped disappearing.

It's as if the dark side of the darkness has all faded away, and everything has returned to the warm color like the light of day, as if the number 12 is a critical point.

The soft knock on the door sounded again, and the two of them moved, their bodies were a little stiff, and they had to sigh with emotion. Fortunately, their bodies had changed because of their practice, so that they didn't sleep all night, and they were only slightly tired.

Luo Yi grabbed Yan Qiao and slowly moved out of bed, "Come in, I'm already awake."

It was the middle-aged nurse who I often saw, her eyes were clear and kind, "The elixir refined in the elixir room is brought to you today."

Luo Yi took it and stuffed it into Yan Qiao's hand, and said impatiently, "Let's go, let's continue preaching."

Yan Qiao followed her silently like this, and came to a construction site, watching her talking about Xuanyuan's cultivation method to a group of psychopaths in front of her.

Obviously everything she said was normal words and the foundation of practice, but in such a psychiatric hospital, she seemed extraordinarily crazy.

Like countless patients, she sat there quietly listening to Luo Yi's preaching, and when night fell again, the same thing happened again. In such a boring life for several days, Yan Qiao gradually adapted to being a psychopath.

She can even go crazy from time to time, just like now, a woman in a hospital gown is crawling madly on the ground, and a group of doctors are chasing after her and grabbing her carefully.

And she was still in the mood to stand aside, watching and laughing, Luo Yi had a serious face, and patted her on the shoulder, "As the attendant of this immortal, you must have the most basic compassion."

Yan Qiao looked terrified, Luo Yi hugged her in satisfaction, and his voice rang in his ears, "I've noticed something wrong these few days, I think there should be a different change today."

Yan Qiao's expression remained unchanged, "Okay."

Twelve o'clock came on time, and the things hidden in the dark gradually revealed their ambitions, and a little bit of black and wriggling tentacles protruded out. During the day, the seemingly normal medical staff all fell to the ground, and they curled themselves up into a ball.

And groups of black tentacles protruded from the ground, and they wriggled their strange and huge bodies to pull themselves out bit by bit.

In the end, it revealed its true colors, a black and ferocious black flesh ball, with tentacles around its body stretching its teeth and claws, ready to suck the flesh and blood of those strangers.

It was just the most delicious meal, which stopped it from thinking at this time. It moved its huge and ugly body and walked towards Luo Yi and Yan Qiao's room.

A strange sense of oppression hit, and the nausea that shook the mind filled his chest, and he fell limply to the ground as if his body couldn't bear it.

The door was violently broken open, and the tentacles rushed in, rolling towards Luo Yi, and when they touched Luo Yi's body, bursts of sound waves suddenly sounded.

Yan Qiao's figure flew up as if weightless, and the whole space seemed to be turned upside down in an instant, and a sharp cry resounded throughout the mental hospital.

Luo Yi suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the tentacles in front of him and tore them off forcefully.

The severe pain caused the black meat ball to struggle, and the long sword in Yan Qiao's hand appeared, and with this sharp cry, he broke through his confinement.

She kicked the ceiling, and a flash came behind the black meat ball, the long sword cut off the flying tentacles, and with the appearance of strands of black lines, Yan Qiao was almost surrounded.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yi's pupils shrank, "Not good! Yan Qiao's target is you."

Yan Qiao seemed to have returned to the time of crossing the catastrophe again, her whole body was pulled by the black thread, Luo Yi crazily tore apart the object in front of her, the rage was obvious, at this moment she only had one thought, Yan Qiao should not have an accident.

"Yan Qiao, little master uncle..."

A familiar voice sounded in her ears, she opened her eyes in confusion, and the sky thunder rolled down from the sky, the formation appeared, but she was wrapped in countless black threads and couldn't move, watching the sky thunder strike.

Suddenly, white light radiated from her body, and countless voices rang in her ears.

"Yan Qiao Saigao! Wife rush, Qiao Qiao, we will always be together, Qiao Qiao, you are my only idol!"

Countless whispers echoed in her ears, the white light tore up and annihilated the black thread approaching her little by little, Luo Yi stopped in a daze, and let the white light swallow her together.

It is Yunya's gratitude, the sincere wishes of the fans, and their accumulated love and belief.

Accompanied by the sound of things breaking, the entire space was covered by white light, and Yan Qiao closed his eyes with an extremely peaceful expression.

Until a whisper sounded, the two felt dizzy, opened their eyes again and appeared on the ground, Luo Yi got up all of a sudden, "Yan Qiao!"

Yan Qiao looked up, and she held a fragment in her hand, "This is that small world, a mental hospital covered by resentful spirits, and then occupied by that black line, which gradually derived its own consciousness. It didn't want to become a monster that lost its mind, so it sent out a cry for help." (End of this chapter)