How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Woo——"

The desolate hum sounded again.

This time, the skeleton giant was really damaged.

The blue flame in the skull was hit hard, igniting and corroding the wooden giant's body, and at the same time, the intensity of the flame was also greatly weakened.

Only the hard bones suffered minimal damage.

It casually pinched the wooden giant lying on its head, with blood vines already seeping into its body, and tore it off from its body like a blood fluke.

Heading towards the city, it crashed down——

A city with dense crowds and people that have not yet been evacuated cannot withstand such a violent attack.

It is foreseeable that if the wooden giant falls among the crowd, it will cause many casualties.

Countless people with powers, whether they are night watchmen, registered civilians, or people with powers who have recently awakened their powers and dare not go to the Superpower Bureau to register because they are afraid of Xu Zhaolong, all want to use the power they can. To prevent the wooden giant from falling.

The situation naturally failed.

Ren Jin's body seemed to teleport.

Wang Heng didn't even react yet.

His body had appeared far away from him.

Looking at the spot again, a hole was blown out of the ground, and the metal was almost melted. He burned the energy of the metal and shot his body out.

On the ground he passed, countless signs, steel bars, and metal elements were wrapped in his supernatural power, and soon turned into a huge metal arm.

There is no reflection, no refinement, and the appearance is rough and inferior.

"Stop it for me——"

He seemed to be chewing his teeth into pieces.

Such a rough metal arm caught the falling wooden giant, and all its power was used to deflect the wooden giant's traversal trajectory.

When Wang Heng came to his senses, the blood vines on the ground surged out and swept up the wooden giant in the sky.

Finally, under the control of Ren Jin and Wang Heng, the path of the wooden giant's flying began to shift and change, gradually moving away from densely populated areas, and dealt a strong blow to less densely populated areas, causing the ground to shake and tall buildings to sway.

The screaming continued.

Bloodshed, conflict, helplessness, wailing.

It was obviously a good day yesterday, eating hot pot and singing songs, but why today, father, mother, son, daughter, relatives, friends, fiancée, fiancé.

They lost each other just like that.

It makes no sense, no foreshadowing.

They bleed, they die.

Silent, like falling into a nightmare.

So what can I do if I scream? What can I do if I can't speak?

Above the ruins, the lake looked like countless stones had fallen into it.

The center of each ripple represents the arrival of a giant skeleton.

They trample on wastelands, scenic spots, historical relics, towering buildings, and living people.

How despairing is it, and what kind of sadness will this ruin bring?

Ren Jin has exhausted all his strength.

Among such skeletal giants who only want to eliminate human lives, as if they were programmed by programmers, the only thing a person with superpowers can do is to use up all their superpowers.

The wooden giants appeared as if there was no limit to their numbers.

However, Wang Heng's spiritual power is still limited after all.

Destiny shouted firmly in his heart and in his mind:

"Your power is far from enough."

The number of wooden giants soon exceeded Wang Heng's limit.

However, the giant skeleton fell from the sky like a dumpling.

The roar of soldiers' cannonballs, the last struggle, restraint, and blocking of the superpowers. The blue flame in the skull of the giant skeleton finally went out, and his body turned into ruins.

More skeletal giants arrive.

"Qingyi."

With his strength exhausted and his spirit exhausted, Wang Heng looked at the light clothes floating in the air with tired eyes.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"what should I do?"

"The ruins are chasing the owner. As long as the owner recovers the ruins, that's all."

But how to recover?

Wang Heng had no clue. He was concerned about another issue.

"The ruins are chasing me?"

"The core of the ruins is the fallen fragments of the Soul Controlling Pendant. The ruins are the fragments of the Soul Controlling Pendant chasing the Soul Controlling Pendant that has recognized its owner. It is in pursuit of the owner."

Qingyi opened her big eyes and explained to Wang Heng clearly what made him shudder.

"The ruins are the fragments of the Soul Controlling Pendant chasing the Soul Controlling Pendant that has recognized its owner?"

He couldn't help but repeat.

"Ah."

While this is hard to accept, it is true.

"Master, don't you feel it? Since the master became the spirit master, many abnormal things in the world have become out of control. Although there are also reasons why the master knows the truth of the world..."

"The only way is to enter the ruins and control the fragments?"

"Also, if the master dies, the spirit pendant loses its owner and falls into a deep sleep, and the ruins cannot chase the spirit pendant, it will naturally become what it was before. But Qingyi doesn't want the master to die. Qingyi hasn't followed him for a long time. Others have spoken..."

Blood is splashing and souls are wailing.

Wang Heng could no longer feel this at this moment.

If I die, can I avoid the scenes of life and death in front of me, and witnessing the blood and flesh of the people closest to me splattered?

Just need to die.

His parents couldn't be said to love him, and they had given him very little company since he was a child;

If there are a few elders who care about them, such as Wen Ling, they will have obedient children in the future;

Friends are too rare. People who like him because of his good looks are not considered. He really doesn't have many good friends. It's not like his good friends can't make better friends in the future.

"I......"

The words came to his lips, but he forgot the language.

It's a feeling that's hard to describe.

On the one hand, I was faced with the fact that people died in various unacceptable postures in the disaster, and my heart was filled with panic; on the other hand, I was terrified, and "why".

Is he afraid of death?

You shouldn't be afraid.

Does he love his life?

It's not really annoying, just some pursuits as a living person.

If one person's death can give mankind a chance to breathe, isn't it a good deal?

Naturally so.

But what if this person becomes yourself?

He glanced at Qingyi.

Qingyi looked back at him with worried eyes.

Look at Nie Beibei, she has already rushed out, using space power to move away the big rocks that fell on the heads of the crowd, and maintain order.

Ren Jin found a giant skeleton.

Xu Qifeng's voice was hoarse as he screamed and commanded desperately.

There are more night watchmen, soldiers, wild superpowers, volunteers, and ordinary people who are burning and dedicating themselves.

Life is in ruins outside, and this is a disaster for countless families.

Wang Heng frowned.

"us......"

Qingyi's clear eyes sparkled.

Parents don't matter.

But elders like Fangyuan Wen Ling; friends like Wei Qi; girls like Nie Beibei and Jian Suxin who have abnormal thoughts about him; colleagues like Ren Jin; and many, many enemies.

And Qingyi, who will stay with him until his death.

There were many things he had never experienced before, and he wanted to experience them again.

Of course, those who died may have had many different but desirable longings.

However, the initiative is in one's own hands. Why can't the person experiencing the longing be oneself, but have to give it to others?

Afterward, he could repent, apologize, bow, and shed tears for the unfortunate dead every night.

But he wants to live, even if he has to bear the hatred of countless people and his own regrets, he still has to live.

"Let's go to the ruins and get the fragments back."