I studied beheading in a mental institution

island.

A gray mist enveloped the entire island. A huge portal stood above the gray mist. Most of the original damaged wreckage had recovered, and wisps of mist continuously flowed down from the cracks in the door.

The island, which was still visible under the clear sky, has completely turned into a world of mist.

A figure in black is sitting alone in the center of this world. The ancient and mysterious portal is like a shackle hanging above his head, confining him within this square inch.

An Qingyu turned off the screen during the live broadcast, put the phone on the ground, and beads of sweat oozed from her pale forehead...

A slight electric sound came from the intercom beside him, and then, a voice asked with concern:

"Qingyu, are you alright?"

An Qingyu frowned tightly, pain appeared in the gray eyes, the breeze brushed the black coat, a completely petrified arm was exposed in the gray mist, the mysterious gray climbed along the shoulders to the torso, almost occupying the half of the body.

"The door is almost repaired... a corner of his consciousness can pass through that door, cross the long river of time, and invade my body for a short time..."

"[Key to the Door]? Then what should I do... Is there anything I can do?" Jiang Er's voice was full of anxiety.

An Qingyu looked down at his body, breathing heavily. He was silent for a moment, picked up the walkie-talkie with his remaining intact hand, and said in a deep voice:

"...stay away from me, hide yourself...no matter what I do, don't take the initiative to approach me...understand?"

Before Jiang Er could say anything, An Qingyu threw the walkie-talkie in his hand towards the factory!

A black shadow streaked across the fog and disappeared from his vision.

This simple action caused An Qingyu's back to be soaked in sweat. He sat alone in the mist, looked up at the towering portal in the sky, and frowned, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, and looked in front of him.

"Oh~ my good friend, I already smell you..."

The figure of [Chaos] came from a distance, and on the dark face, those eyes stared at An Qingyu, and said enthusiastically like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time, "You are right here, right? On your body The stench of truth is still so pungent!"

An Qingyu looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Have you seen that wonderful performance?" [Chaos] glanced at the mobile phone on the ground, raised his eyebrows,

"How? That guy Vishnu sacrificed himself, which contributed to the cohesion of Daxia's faith. I have seen a scorching sun gradually rise from the east! So sacred, tenacious, full of killing intent...

Only such a beautiful thing is worth being trampled and shredded by the cruelest means, isn't it? "

"You lunatic..." An Qingyu said in a deep voice, "Vishnu is an ally of Cthulhu that I brought over. You let him die just to create a stronger enemy for us?"

[Chaos] He narrowed his eyes slightly, and he looked straight into An Qingyu's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually subsided.

"Did I... talk to you?"

The next moment, the palm of [Chaos] passed through the nothingness like the night, and slapped An Qingyu's forehead suddenly, a shocking force rushed into his mind, he only felt his eyes go dark, and passed out on the spot.

&nbbsp;An Qingyu fell on his back to the ground, scarlet blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, across his pale cheeks, soaking the ground...

After a while, those slack gray eyes suddenly shrank, and his body was like a puppet being pulled by silk threads. He stood up straight from the ground, and an ancient and mysterious aura suddenly descended!

The hazy gray mist stirred wildly, and An Qingyu's drooping head slowly lifted up.

"You strike too hard, Nyarlathotep." A magnetic voice echoed in the air.

An Qingyu's gray eyes are as slender as the eyes of a needle, with a large amount of white filling the eye sockets, which looks strange and penetrating. He stared at [Chaos] in front of him, his lips did not open, but the voice sounded again,

"After all, this is the host body I chose. So far, his performance has satisfied me... If you hurt him, my body will not be perfect."

[Chaos] shrugged indifferently, "I miss you so much, my old friend."

"Put away your hypocrisy, it makes me sick."

"Yes, yes, the great master of time and space, the incarnation of the door of truth, [Key of the Door] Mr. Yog Sothoth..." [Chaos] jokingly said, "So, when will you fully recover?"

Ignoring the ridicule in [Chaos]'s words, An Qingyu said lightly:

"According to the time flow rate of this world, there are still about seven or eight days... However, my will can already occupy this body for a short time, what? Do you need my help?"

"No need, you're not here, I'm having a good time." [Chaos] Rubbing his chin with one hand, as if he was thinking about something seriously, "Should I kill this body now and completely obliterate you from waking up?" medium? That way, you won’t come out and interfere with my entertainment.”

"Even if you kill him, I can re-fabricate him in the past time and space at any time... In any timeline, his existence is indelible, and no one can stop me."

An Qingyu seemed to have guessed that he would have such thoughts, and said calmly.

[Chaos] He sighed in disappointment.

"So, you asked me to come out just to admire your masterpiece?"

"What? Isn't this masterpiece exciting enough?"

"..." An Qingyu's pale eyes stared at him for a moment, as if she was too lazy to continue talking with him,

"By the way... Before you leave, there is something interesting that you might want to know."

"What?" Hearing the words "interesting", [Chaos] suddenly became energetic.

A magnetic voice came from An Qingyu's body. After a while, [Chaos]'s eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help clapping his hands!

"Wonderful... As expected of him, such a development is interesting..."

"The door hasn't been fully repaired yet, and my will can't pass through it for too long. Don't call me for such boring things in the future."

As the voice fell, An Qingyu's body trembled slightly, his pinhole-like gray eyes gradually returned to their original state, and the mysterious aura around him completely dissipated... The [Key of the Door] occupying his body had returned. into the door of truth.

An Qingyu woke up from a coma, he supported his crumbling body, and looked at [Chaos] with an extremely ugly expression.

And [Chaos] just glanced at him lightly, then turned and disappeared into the mist.