I studied beheading in a mental institution

The two figures pushed open the courtyard door and went straight out.

Shen Qingzhu put one hand in his pocket, and held a cigarette in his mouth with the other. He was about to light a fire, but his fingers stopped in mid-air.

He looked around, and asked with some uncertainty: "Heavenly Court...shouldn't smoking be banned?"

"...I can't help it, don't worry." The corner of Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched.

"how do you know?"

"Those alchemy gods, it's okay to burn cigarettes and fry alchemy furnaces every day, so what's the point of you lighting a cigarette." Baili Pangpang waved his hand, "If you really want to ban smoking, let's talk about it when you get caught."

"Too."

Shen Qingzhu silently lit the cigarette.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long puff of smoke, as if he wanted to mix the powerlessness and depression in his heart into the smoke, and exhaled it all at once.

"Brother dragging."

"Ok?"

"What do you think, how about being an agent of the gods?"

"What did you say?"

Shen Qingzhu froze in place.

Baili Fatty grinned, pointed to the surrounding fairy palaces and shrines and said, "Look, it's not the past now, the Great Xia God has completely returned, there are so many gods, there are always a few who want to take some disciples, Or find an agent?

I think, Brother Yan, you are very talented and have an extraordinary heart. The possibility of being chosen by the Great Xia God as an agent is still very high...

You said, if Daode Tianzun, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother came to you as an agent at the same time, which one would you choose? "

With a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Qingzhu looked suspiciously at Baili Pangpang beside him, "Are you kidding me?"

"If so, let me make an example!"

"..." Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, "I won't choose any of them."

"why?"

Shen Qingzhu stopped, "I don't want to be anyone's agent, and I don't want to be anyone's shadow...I just want to be myself."

Baili Pangpang stared at him for a moment, then looked away, nodded,

"oh, I understand now."

"Which direction is the toilet in Tianting?"

"Eh... I don't know either, grab a god and ask for directions?"

"Do they really need such a thing as a toilet?"

"..."

……

After talking with Lin Qiye, Michael left on his own.

Lin Qiye went back to the courtyard to train for a while, and when he was sweating profusely, he returned to the bed in a dog-skin wheelchair and lay down on his back.

Judging from today's rehabilitation situation, it will take about four or five days for this body to return to its original level. According to Tianzun and Michael's intention, the transaction between them should be completed as soon as possible. Lin Qiye plans to When he recovered, he immediately set off to the lower realm, and followed Michael to that mysterious place to retrieve the trade items.

Looking at the ceiling above his head, Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the dean's room, he heard a sad and melancholy lament coming from the stone steps in front of the courtyard:

"...brown guava and green ivy, I am compelled to shake off your tender yellow leaves with my rude fingers.

Because of the tragic experience of relatives and friends, the heavy pressure of pain forced me to come here to disturb your prime time;

The young Dean Lin died, died in the glorious years,

The young Dean Lin has never left the family..."

Lin Qiye turned around in a daze, and saw countless nurses in dark blue uniforms neatly lined up in the empty courtyard, wiping their tears silently with their heads bowed.

Li Yifei stood in front of all the nurses, wearing a white hat and white satin around his waist, with red eyes, as if he had just cried a lot.Behind him, several other ministers stood in a row, with extremely sad expressions. Among them, Wangcai, who participated in the battle of gods, had a bandage on his dog's leg, and was leaning on a crutch tremblingly, pawing at the corners of his eyes tear stains.

On the stone steps in front of the courtyard, Blaki was holding a harp, facing the crowd, with a sad and mournful expression, plucking the strings again and again, singing a mourning song with sobs.

When Blaki's poems stopped, Li Yifei, who stood at the front, took a deep breath, stared red-eyed and shouted:

"Send it to the dean!!"

Swish-! ! !

Hong Yan took out a wad of white paper money from her pocket, and flung it into the sky. The paper money scattered in the courtyard, and the crying of the nurses became more and more mournful.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohood..."

"Dean Lin, we will miss you."

"Dean, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes, entrust us with a dream, so that we can satisfy you..."

"Dean Lin, you died so miserable!"

"..."

The howling of ghosts and wolves echoed in the courtyard, Lin Qiye was wearing a white coat, standing at the door of the dean's room, the corners of his mouth twitching crazily.

He seemed to have noticed something, and looked up to the second floor.

At the door of several wards, a monkey in a tattered cassock was leaning against the railing silently with a man in a gray robe. There were dozens of empty wine jars beside each of them. Staring at the white paper money scattered all over the sky, his eyes are extremely complicated.

"Do you believe it?" Gilgamesh asked suddenly.

"what?"

"The following farce."

"...I don't believe it." Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "He didn't die so easily... Besides, he is the master of this place, if he really died, how could there be no change here?"

"Really?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you really think that this hospital depends on his life?"

Sun Wukong frowned.

"You have been here for so long, and you should be able to see how high the personality of this hospital is. How can an existence of this level be attached to the soul of a mortal and disappear with his death? ’ Gilgamesh shook his head,

"What's more, is he... is he really the owner of this place? Is there anything to prove it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything." Gilgamesh turned his head and calmly watched the many weeping nurses in the courtyard. "I just think that this place is not that simple."

While the two were talking, Li Yifei, who was standing in the courtyard, shouted again:

"Bai Ling House!"

Praise -!

Hundreds of nurses in the hospital turned around suddenly at the same time, facing Lin Qiye's dean's room in the hospital building, and bowed deeply.

When everyone stood up wiping their tears, they saw a familiar white figure standing at the door of the dean's room in a daze.

Under the sluggish gaze of all the nurses, Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand from his pocket:

"...Let's get flat."

In the courtyard, there was a dead silence.

After several seconds, the nurse came to his senses, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he shouted in horror:

"Dean Lin has appeared!!!!"

The entire Gods Mental Hospital suddenly fell into an unparalleled chaos.