I studied beheading in a mental institution

The seventh seat stood on the steps on the second floor, looked around, and found nothing unusual.

She took a step forward and walked forward unhurriedly.

Da da da……

The sound of high-heeled shoes echoed in the empty corridor. The wall covering on the right had long fallen off due to years of disrepair, exposing a large number of gray wall bricks. The window on the left was wrapped with intricate vines, covering part of the window. Sunlight casts a lot of shadows in the hallway.

The entire second floor, except for the echoing sound of high-heeled shoes, was dead silent.

What she didn't notice was that,

Every time she took a step, a few grasses would quietly emerge from between the broken floor tiles, growing silently and slowly...

Green onion, tender green, in this dead and dilapidated manor, it is full of breath of life.

Slowly, the corridor behind her has gradually evolved into a lush grassland.

The person in the seventh seat seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly.

She stopped and looked back.

Her pupils suddenly contracted!

A girl in a white skirt without legs was silently floating behind her, looking at her quietly with cold eyes, like a silent ghost.

Before the seventh seat could react, the ghost slammed into her body!

From this moment on, the seventh seat lost control of her body.

Almost at the same time, the green grass that covered half of the corridor was like a prairie fire, instantly occupying the entire corridor, and successive flower buds bloomed from the grass, forming a swaying sea of ​​flowers in the blink of an eye!

Immediately afterwards, flower buds began to bloom on the surface of the seventh seat's skin.

The seventh seat whose body was usurped by Jiang Er quickly pulled out a dagger from the short sheath at the base of his thigh, turned the tip of the sword around, and pierced his throat like lightning!

The color of panic appeared in the eyes of the seventh seat!

Under the fear between life and death, the magnetic field of the Seventh Seat violently disturbed, the dagger that was about to pierce her throat hovered in the air, and her whole body was shaking violently, as if she was about to break free from this state of possession .

"Zizizi... Her mood swings are very strong, and I can hardly keep up with the changes in her magnetic field."

From a corner on the second floor, a girl's voice came from an MP3 player.

Whoosh-!

A quiet young man with a black coffin on his back rushed out of the room next to him and rushed towards the seventh seat who was about to lose control.

The thread on his fingertips wrapped around the dagger in an instant, and a huge force broke the stiffness caused by Seventh Seat's resistance, and directly pierced the tip of the sword into her throat!

puff--!

The seventh seat's skin was tough beyond imagination, and the sword tip pierced it, leaving only a bloodstain, and the pain caused by this sword completely detonated the seventh seat's emotions.

Jiang Er's figure popped out.

A look of grayness flashed in An Qingyu's eyes, he took out a purple test tube from his pocket, and threw it towards the seventh seat!

Although the seventh seat didn't know what was in the test tube, she still dodged it sideways. When the test tube flew past her, a feathered arrow suddenly flew out from the other end of the corridor!

The cluster of arrows hit the test tube precisely!

boom--! !

The test tube exploded, and the concentrated spiritual pollution instantly enveloped the seventh seat.

"It's okay, you've delayed enough." An Qingyu pushed his glasses and said with a smile.

At this time, the colorful buds had already covered half of Seventh Xi's body, and were still absorbing her mental and physical strength at an astonishing speed, and the colors became more and more vivid.

"This is... what... the ghost..."

Under the dual negative state of [Super-Concentrated Mental Pollution] + [Eternal Secret Garden], the strength of the seventh seat's mental power began to drop precipitously, and the whole person fell into an unprecedented weak state, and even his consciousness began to blur.

She knew that her situation was extremely bad, and if she continued like this, she might really die quietly on the second floor!

She must do something!

Even if you can't kill the enemy, you still have to make a noise so that other [believers] will rush over!

She bit the tip of her tongue with her teeth, and the pain made her consciousness clear again. She raised the folding fan in her hand and was about to make a move when a voice came from a distance.

"The universe is in chaos."

The next moment, the folding fan she had just raised came out of her hand!

Caught off guard, her weapon... was gone.

She stayed where she was.

After a while, she regained consciousness, opened her mouth, and was about to shout something, but before she could make a sound, a foreign body sensation suddenly emerged from her throat.

The seventh seat covered his mouth and retched violently...

Then, a white flower bloomed in her mouth, blocking her mouth.

Her face was extremely pale!

The longer it dragged on, the more flowers grew, her legs lost all strength, she knelt softly on the ground, her eyes desperately searching for something...

From the beginning to the present, except for the boy carrying the black coffin,

She didn't even see the shadow of other enemies!

She was like a prey caught in a trap, struggling alone, while the real hunter watched silently in the shadows.

The seventh seat has never been so aggrieved!

If it was her in the period of complete victory, it would not be difficult to break open these weird flowers, but she is possessed by ghosts and mentally poisoned... She dragged on for too long.

She is getting weaker and weaker, while the flowers on her body are getting stronger and stronger.

When she was weak to a certain extent, she completely lost the ability to resist.

Without the help of other people, her fate is only one, that is to be completely drained by these flowers, and stay in this secret garden forever.

The seventh seat was prostrate on the ground, panting violently, there was no trace of blood on her face, and even the picture in front of her was blurred...

An unprecedented despair surged in her heart.

At this moment, a figure quietly walked in front of her.

The seventh seat raised his head with difficulty.

It was a figure wearing a Monkey King mask, which was cartoonish, even comical.

But in the eyes of the seventh seat at this moment, this mask is as scary as a ghost.

He held out a finger,

Gently placed in front of the mouth of the mask,

He made a "shut up" gesture.

"Shh..."

……

layer.

Shen Qingzhu was carrying the radio, and walked behind the twelve seats calmly.

On the radio, the deep voice still echoed in the corridor.

"...the agent code-named Sun Wukong stood calmly in the middle of the fire, looked down at the dying Li Goudan, smiled and made a silent gesture...

Li Goudan's eyes widened, and there was endless fear in her eyes.

Eventually, she stopped breathing.

No one in the entire evil party noticed that Li Goudan, the director of the operation department, had died quietly on the second floor of the ballroom.

Next...

now you. "

Shen Qingzhu stopped slowly.