I studied beheading in a mental institution

Xining City.

No.1 civilian hospital.

A figure leaned on crutches and walked out of the inpatient department slowly. He looked up at the towering inpatient building behind him, and walked to the other side of the road after a while.

He is the ninth seat of the original [believers], He Lin.

He had just taken two steps, when suddenly, there was an inexplicable hot feeling in his palm, as if someone stuffed a freshly boiled hot egg into his palm, causing him to spread his palm instantly.

He froze for a moment, and then surprise appeared in his eyes.

On the palm of his right hand, a spear mark was emerging.

"The Spear of Judgment and Oath... President, you are back."

He muttered to himself.

……

South China Sea.

The sudden appearance of the doomsday-painted McLaren shocked several other human ceilings. They had never heard of such a strong man with pixel-like forbidden ruins hidden in the mist.

Isis narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his palm lightly, and shook it towards the approaching viaduct.

The viaduct at the foot of McLaren instantly drilled green plants full of life. These green plants climbed out of the gaps in the pixel stone bricks, constantly destroying the structure inside.

boom--! !

A moment later, the entire viaduct was cut off in the middle and collapsed.

And less than 200 meters away from the fracture, the McLaren didn't stop in the slightest, and still stepped on the accelerator, roaring and galloping forward!

Immediately afterwards, this McLaren flew into the air!

The figure sitting in the driver's seat tapped the steering wheel lightly with his knuckles, and the next moment the steering wheel collapsed inward like quicksand and spread to the body. In less than a second, the entire McLaren was broken down into pixels all over the sky. , filled all around her.

Her figure flew into the air, her ragged black cloak was blown away, and the tattered hood slid off gently, revealing a head of silver-white hair like a waterfall, and a beautiful and cold face.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized that the person who drove the McLaren all the way from the fog to the face of the gods was actually a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old.

With bare feet like jade lotus root, she stood on the rough sea, with her hands in the pockets of her ragged cloak, her silver hair fluttering in the storm, and her snow-like eyes calmly stared at Isis in front of her.

Isis, who was wearing a blue skirt and jacket, and the silver-haired girl in a ragged cloak stood opposite each other in the middle of the waves, and the two breaths collided loudly.

The sixth human ceiling.

"There's really a sixth one?" Guan Zai felt the pressure from this girl's body slightly higher than his own, and surprise appeared in his eyes, "Why have I never heard of it..."

In Daxia, there are only five human ceilings, which is the consensus of everyone.

But now, a young girl who also exudes fluctuations at the human ceiling level came from the mist and stood in front of them, fighting against a god.

Guan Zai looked at Ye Fan and found that Ye Fan was not surprised by this, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth...

He knew of her existence?

No, maybe... Her existence itself was hidden by Ye Fan.

Just when his thoughts were flying in his mind, Ye Fan, who was suppressed in the center of the two boulders, said helplessly:

"You're finally here... I thought you hadn't heard from me."

The silver-haired girl glanced at him, "At that time, I was lurking in Asgard to steal information, and I was exposed when the walkie-talkie rang, and I have been hunted down by the gods of Asgard since then. Time for you."

"...It seems that I disturbed you."

"It should be said that you almost made me stay in Asgard forever." She said lightly, "But fortunately, if you hadn't exposed me, I wouldn't have met that Loki agent... She made some good deals."

Agent Loki?

Hearing this name, Ye Fan froze in place.

"who are you?"

In the wind and waves, Isis stared into the eyes of the silver-haired girl.

The silver-haired girl turned her head to look at her, and said coldly, "My name is Ji, and my name is Memorial."

Isis frowned slightly, she always felt that she had heard of this name somewhere.

"You should have heard my name." Memorial said, "After all, three years ago, I led people to blow up the twelve temples of your Egyptian gods."

Isis: ...

She remembered who this girl was.

Three years ago, in the "circle of people" left by the Egyptian gods in the world, the temples of the twelve main gods suddenly exploded, and the incense that had enshrined them for hundreds of years was destroyed, causing several people to be damaged due to the fall of the fog. The divine power of the gods has dropped sharply again...

After their investigation, some of the people who blew up the temple came from the "circle of people" and were their domesticated fire, while some came from the mist and their identities were unknown.

Some of them are mortals who have no power to restrain chickens, some are humans with powerful forbidden ruins, and some are strong men who hold forbidden things.

They call themselves "Shangxiehui".

And their president is a girl named Memorial.

In the eyes of Jiuzhushen, the strength of these people is naturally no different from that of ants, but it happened that this group of ants actually blew up their temple under their noses, and when they intervened, the other party had already run for nothing disappeared.

They are like a group of terrorists rising from the grassroots.

And the silver-haired girl in front of her is the leader of this group of terrorists.

"Your strength is good, but it's not much different from them." Isis pointed to Ye Fan and others beside him, "You can't beat me."

"I don't need to win you."

Commemorating the calm opening, she slowly raised her right hand in her pocket, and at some point in her palm, there was a black pixel-style detonator.

"I received his distress message two days ago, you know why I came here now?

Guess, where have I been these two days? "

Isis looked at Memorial's calm eyes, and frowned slightly as if thinking of something.

Commemorative smiled slightly, "The temples you built are of good quality, especially the foundations. Are you using divine bricks from Sun City? They are very solid."

Hearing this sentence, Isis's face gradually darkened.

"You actually pressed the bomb in the 'circle of people' again? How did you get in?!"

"You don't need to know about this." Memorial said lightly, "But this time, the bomb was not only buried in the temple... but also the residences of the humans you kept in captivity, a total of 72 people.

These should be the source of all your wishes, right? "

"Are you going to kill someone?" Isis frowned, and the faces of the other Nine Pillars were instantly gloomy.

"Why can't you kill?"

"You are all human, would you kill them?"

"What does their life and death have to do with me?"

Commemorative puts his left hand in his pocket and holds the detonator in his right hand. Standing in the storm, he speaks lightly,

"I've never been a kind person, I've been in an evil society, and I'm not an incarnation of justice...

All I know is that if you dare to enter Daxia half a step today, I will go to the evil society and drive out all the remaining humans in your circle of people to extinction! "

The tattered black cloak was rattling, and the eyes of Memorial were filled with awe.