I studied beheading in a mental institution

Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly:

"how do you want to do it?"

"Contact Lu Wuwei for me."

"it is good."

Shen Qingzhu turned around and was about to walk out of the office.

"Wait." Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "As the supreme god, Nyx is trapped in that place, which means that the place may be very dangerous... Lu Wuwei has not yet become a god, it is too dangerous to go alone.

Let Wang Mian go with him, and in case of an emergency, you can go back in time directly. "

"I'll inform them."

Shen Qingzhu's figure flickered and disappeared in place.

In the empty office, Lin Qiye was left alone again. He returned to the office chair and sat down, looking up at the time.

"almost……"

Lin Qiye opened the drawer, and inside was a heavy medicine box. Gray pills were placed neatly in the grooves inside the box.

Looking at these pills, Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly, took one out, swallowed it, and then lay down on his back on the office chair, as if about to fall asleep.

The next moment, his hands clenched tightly!

Beads of sweat oozed from Lin Qiye's forehead, his muscles tensed instantly, a pain from the soul welled up in his heart, and his eyes were blood red.

At the same time, a voice came from his ear:

"It hurts...it hurts~"

"Human beings are really fragile, so weak that we must use this method to leave a trace of possibility of continuation..."

"But so what?"

"Zuo Qing took so many medicines, and when I finally killed him, didn't he still die? He suffered so many times in vain, after all, it was just a self-inflicted joke..."

"In the final analysis, they are just a group of ants who are afraid of death, relying on self-torture to gain a sense of security! Hahahaha..."

"..."

The voice of [Chaos] is full of sarcasm, as if it can touch the most sensitive nerves in the heart... At this time, Lin Qiye is concentrating on resisting the pain caused by the pills. seriously injured.

But he just quietly leaned on the back of the chair, constantly adjusting his breathing, fighting against the pain deep in his soul, as if he had never heard of the provocation of [Chaos].

[Chaos] Seeing that his mental offensive did not affect Lin Qiye, he seemed to feel a little bored. After clicking his tongue, the sound disappeared without a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye, who was sitting on the back of the chair, slowly opened his eyes...

The entire office chair was already soaked in sweat, and his face was extremely pale. This kind of pain from the soul, even the primordial soul, could not reduce it by half.

He stood up slowly, poured himself a pot of hot tea, and after taking a few sips, his face regained some blood.

He took a deep breath,

Those tired eyes narrowed slightly, and a murderous intent swept across the office!

……

The mental hospital of the gods.

Ward five.

In this "bare-walled" ward, a black man in a hospital gown was lying lazily on the cold concrete floor, yawning leisurely.

Different from other wards, this ward has no infrastructure including beds, chairs, and even lamps. Even the only small window that can be exposed to the sun is covered with cement, and the whole room is pitch black. It is more appropriate to say that it is a ward than a prison.

creak-

Only a soft sound was heard, and the door of the ward was slowly opened.

A figure in a white coat came in from the outside, with his hands in his pockets, squinting his eyes overlooking [Chaos] lying on the ground, with no expression on his face.

"Recovery quickly?" [Chaos] frowned, patted the dust on his body, and stood up from the ground, "Over the years, your growth is indeed not small. If you were replaced by the brat four years ago , I guess I've been pissed off for a long time...Pfft!!"

[Chaos] Before he finished speaking, a whistling fist slammed into his cheek!

With the strength of Lin Qiye's punch, [Chaos] was directly smashed onto the bare wall, the black face instantly distorted and deformed, and ferocious cracks continued to spread on the inside of the wall.

A few wisps of scarlet blood splattered on Lin Qiye's face, but there was no movement in his eyes. Before [Chaos] could say anything, he punched him in the eye sockets again!

dong dong dong——! ! !

The whole ward trembled several times, and flying dust poured out from the door of the ward. At this moment, the fifth ward was already stained blood red.

The ferocious bloodstains were engulfed on the surface of the white coat, and soon it was as clean as new. Lin Qiye lowered his fists, and [Chaos] fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. He looked at Lin Qiye in front of him full of sarcasm.

"Today's fist strength is stronger than before, why? Are you angry?"

"Let me guess...won't it be because of Nyx?"

"That poor woman who lost all her children, that tender mother who thought you were all... Is she dead? Is she still alive? Where is she now?"

"Who caused her to suffer so much? Oh, yes, it was Olympus...the goddamn Greek gods who slaughtered her children, sacrificed her flesh and blood, and drove her out of Olympus. Lympus even used dirty and despicable means to make her life and death uncertain..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, can you swallow this breath?"

The voice of [Chaos] gradually became sharper, Lin Qiye stood in front of the pool of blood, narrowing his eyes slightly...

He stared at [Chaos] for a long time, and calmly said:

"That's all you want to instigate me to deal with Olympus?"

"Instigating? No, no, no... I just said what's in your heart." [Chaos] in the pool of blood chuckled and said, "Besides, revenge stories always make people excited, don't they?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Lin Qiye grabbed Tian Congyun Sword from nothingness with a blank face, a flash of cold light flashed, and the blade had already pierced into the heart in the pool of blood.

[Chaos]'s body twitched, and with the twisting of the sword, his vitality was completely shattered, but there was still a faint smile on that dark face.

Lin Qiye glanced at [Chaos]'s body, pulled out Tian Congyun Sword, wiped off the blood on it with a white coat, turned around and walked out of the ward.

The bright sunshine falls between the empty courtyards, and the green lawns sway gently in the wind.

The blood on Lin Qiye's body had been completely absorbed by the white coat. Standing alone on the green lawn, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly... There was a faint light in his eyes, as he was thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked back,

In front of the door of Ward No. [-] in the ward, an intact [Chaos] was wearing a hospital gown, waving to him enthusiastically.

Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself:

"Still can't kill... how did he do it?"