I studied beheading in a mental institution

"No, after the Zhenxu Monument is activated, everyone's realm will not exceed the 'pool' realm. We are mixed in the crowd, as long as we seize the opportunity, we will be able to kill [Night Curtain] and all the instructors by surprise, and seize this training camp of control.

As long as this training camp can be bulldozed and more than 600 recruits are killed, there will be a gap in the personnel circulation of the Great Xia Night Watchmen, personnel cannot be deployed reasonably, and the strength of the war pass on the border will be greatly reduced. Come here, Daxia will definitely not be able to bear it!

The era of the dark gods is bound to come! "Excitement appeared in the eyes of the skinny recruit.

The other two were also excited.

"By the way, what about that one? Didn't you say that that one has sneaked into the training camp and will cooperate with us?" The immature recruit asked suspiciously as if he had remembered something.

"Lord Qianmo is one of the three ancient gods of our Church of the Ancient Gods. His whereabouts have always been unpredictable. How can you and I guess it?"

"That's right, Mr. Qianmo should have penetrated into the enemy's interior and observed our performance in secret."

"There is still a lot of time before the end of the preliminary assessment. We will fight steadily and follow this group of recruits first, looking for opportunities to act."

"it is good!"

……

training camp.

shooting range.

Jia Lan was wearing a red boy mask, sitting bored on the roof of the shooting range, listening to the screams around him, he yawned.

"Why hasn't anyone found me yet... I also want to scare the children?"

Karan sighed in frustration.

At this moment, a small group of recruits rushed over excitedly from a distance with knives and guns, about five or sixty people.

The moment he saw them, Jialan's eyes lit up.

She quickly climbed up from the top of the building, and was about to jump down in excitement, then she seemed to remember something, coughed twice, and silently took out bloody needles and threads, as well as lifelike heads from her bag.

"Script, script... What is my character design?"

Jia Lan held the needle and thread in one hand, and held the bloody head in the other. He stood there blankly for a moment, clicked his tongue, and put down both of them at the same time, then took out a small notebook from his arms, and quickly flipped through it.

"Well... I'm a female devil who likes to string human heads into a belt and hang it on my waist...Human head belt? I have to use needle and thread to string these props first."

Jia Lan immediately put away the small book, took out the blood-colored needle and thread, held the needle in one hand and the red thread in the other, widened her eyes, and tried hard to thread the thread into the fine hole of the needle.

However, she failed even after wearing it a few times.

That little thread, it seems to have its own thoughts, can't go through the pinhole at all.

Seeing those recruits rush into the shooting range and start searching quickly, Jialan's face showed eagerness, she took off her red boy mask, licked the tip of the red thread with the tip of her tongue, and muttered while stringing the thread:

"That fat man...can't you just give me all the props?!"

Finally, Jialan threaded the red thread into the needle, and successfully strung all the heads into a belt, but the problem came again, her waist was too thin, and it was impossible to tie the belt of human heads on her waist...

Seeing those recruits about to find their way to the top floor, Jia Lan was eager to make a plan!

She grabbed the training cushion in the corner of the top floor, and stuffed it into the dark blue Hanfu under the cloak, hoping to increase her waistline in this way, so that she could put on this string of human head belts.

At this moment, in the corridor on the top floor, many figures quickly searched upwards.

"You said, will there be members of the [Night Curtain] team here?"

"I think there should be. When I was searching downstairs just now, I heard movement on the rooftop."

"Really? Everyone, get ready for battle!"

"..."

Armed with swords and guns, the recruits kicked open the door on the top floor with a high-spirited fighting spirit!

The breeze blows over the top of the shooting range. On the empty floor, a girl in a dark blue Hanfu holds a string of human heads in her left hand and a cushion in her right hand. She is gnashing her teeth and trying to push the cushion into her collar. plug...

Seeing these recruits who suddenly appeared, Jialan's movements froze.

She froze.

The recruits were also stunned.

The air fell into a dead silence.

The recruits swallowed, and glanced aside unconsciously, just in time to see the red boy's mask that Jialan had forgotten.

"Huh? She is..."

boom--! !

Jia Lan crushed the cushion in her hand, a horrible breath erupted, and black hairs fluttered automatically. She looked at the group of recruits with shame and anger, and a firm look appeared in her eyes.

Sorry seven nights,

I can't leave recruits on the field to create an atmosphere for you,

Today, none of this wave of recruits can leave here soberly!

Jia Lan's figure turned into an afterimage, like a ferocious blue beast, crashing into the bewildered crowd, his white hands clenched his fists, and roared at them!

"Not good! Everyone together..."

Before the leading recruit could finish his sentence, Jia Lan punched him on the forehead, rolled his eyes, and passed out neatly.

The other recruits reacted one after another, and frantically attacked Jialan with the guns and knives in their hands.

However, no matter what kind of attack fell on the girl in blue, it couldn't leave the slightest trace.

Jia Lan quickly tossed and turned among the recruits, using all her strength, she punched one by one, and the recruits immediately fell down like a tide.

At this moment, a seemingly unremarkable young man among the recruits suddenly had a cold light in his eyes, and an extremely cold energy appeared in his palm, he seized the opportunity and slammed into Jialan's back !

A ferocious sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"First……"

As one of the oldest three gods of the Church of the Ancient Gods, an existence of the same level as [Bad Whispering], [Qian Mo] is the most elusive one in the entire Church of the Ancient Gods, few people know his appearance, Knowing his ability, he is like a ghost, wandering in the world all the time, harvesting life invisible.

Although the Zhenxu Monument has suppressed his realm to the "Pond" realm, with the super-high-risk Shenxu, Qianmo is confident that he can kill anyone in this training camp with one blow, even if it is the [Night Curtain] team. Members are no exception.

The palm full of cold energy hit Jia Lan's back heavily, but it was like an egg hitting a stone, and it shattered inch by inch.

Qian Mo's expression froze.

After Jia Lan knocked out a recruit with a punch, he slowly turned his head and looked at Qian Mo behind him.

"Is there another fish that slipped through the net?" Jia Lan muttered, grabbed Qian Mo's collar, raised his right fist high, and hit Qian Mo's head directly.