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

The branding ended quickly. Wang Heng felt that the branding was not too strenuous this time. Wang Heng was secretly shocked. This growth rate must be too fast!

Wang Heng, who was familiar with the road, ignored the excited squirming of the cactus, and instead focused on the mark. Soon, he felt a small sphere glowing green.

The sphere fluoresced under Wang Heng's control, and actually connected directly with the veins belonging to the green dill on the side!

The bracelet on Wang Heng's hand suddenly collapsed, and rattans that were thicker and tougher than last night appeared in front of Wang Heng's eyes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and small thorns about one centimeter long appeared on the rattan, which looked very similar to the thorns on the cactus.

Not only that, the vines also began to bloom and bear fruit, eventually forming fruits that looked like prickly pears!

"Fuck! So awesome?"

Wang Heng controlled the vines to open the prickly pear fruit, revealing the light green pulp inside.

I took the spoon and tasted it and found that it tasted pretty good!

It's a little sweet and much more delicious than ordinary prickly pear flesh!

After joint research by Wang Heng and Qing Yi, they found that the small thorns on the vines have slight toxins, while the prickly pear fruits should have no harmful effects.

Perhaps it has also inherited the heat-clearing and detoxifying effects of prickly pear!

In the future, if you really don’t have money, you might be able to make a fortune by setting up a stall selling prickly pear pulp.

After the research was completed, the vine automatically turned into a wooden bracelet and put it on his hand. Wang Heng collected the remaining traces on the ground, crushed them, poured them into the toilet and flushed them away.

With the more powerful vines, Wang Heng felt that at least he would not die too ugly when facing the old man.

Moreover, maybe the old man just looks like a bad guy, but is actually a kind and good old man?

Wang Heng spent his first day in the mental hospital with random thoughts in his mind.

Life here is actually quite comfortable, and there is no pressure to study.

Apart from the fact that the nurse sister is greedy for his health, cannot stop taking medicine three times a day, and there are too many spiritual creatures in the mental hospital and she is too talkative...

I didn't expect that there would be so many spiritual beings in the mental hospital. This was somewhat beyond Qingyi's expectation. Some of the spiritual beings' consciousness was almost the same as that of ordinary people.

For example, the elm tree is said to have been growing for nearly a hundred years.

"Why did I lose my hair again?"

"Hey, young man over there, don't sweep all my hair away!"

"Leave it to the children around me. Really, my ancestors have grown up on this. Ever since I was sent here, why do you always want to take away my hair?"

Wang Heng followed the elm tree's words and looked at a circle of low ornamental plants at its base.

Occasionally, the tree would say to Wang Heng:

"Young man, I see you have amazing bones and excellent temperament. Can you tell them that I want to move to a place to see the scenery? If you can arrange it for me, I might give you a great blessing. Yeah... I watched that boy Fangyuan grow up, but I didn’t expect that he was also bald..."

Facing the elder, Wang Heng naturally talked to it with respect.

But when the elm tree spilled the beans, it was just a blessing because it knew where to spy the nurse sister taking a shower from a patient's usual mumblings...

"Trees can't just run around. You, old man, just stay here and cultivate yourself. The environment here is actually quite good..."

Whenever this happens, the nurse sister next to Wang Heng will look at Wang Heng with pity, and then write something down in a small book -

"On a certain day of a certain month, the patient talked with Yushu..."

After discovering this incident, Wang Heng had no choice but to go out for walks less often during the day. After all, when someone or a plant chatted with him, he couldn't just ignore it with a cold face...

But Fangyuan would not allow him to stay in the room, so in Fangyuan's eyes, Wang Heng's condition became more and more serious, which made Fangyuan very distressed. After being admitted to the hospital, what exactly made Wang Heng's condition worse?

Wang Heng would still pay attention to the sinister old man. After observing him for a few days, the old man stopped paying attention to him after realizing that he was just an ordinary weakling.

By occasionally asking about these plants, Wang Heng discovered that the shadowy old man definitely had a secret here!

A magpie that had built its nest next to the window of the gloomy old man heard Wang Heng's question about the plants, and replied at the top of his lungs:

"He has to climb out of the window to play every night. It's so annoying, so annoying!"

"Do you have to turn it over and play every day?"

The magpie did not answer any more, but flapped its wings and flew away with some grass in its mouth, as if it was preparing to build a nest in a different place.

"Come out and have a look tonight!"

Wang Heng thought this, lowered his head and found something written down in the notebook by the nurse sister next to him.

"..."

Wang Heng left with a dark face. He will not come out today even if he is beaten to death!

......

Time passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

Wang Heng waited for the nurse to tuck him in and left. He lay there for a long time and then got up from the bed in an instant!

"Good evening, Master!"

"Good evening, Master!"

Green Luo and Cactus saw Wang Heng getting up and immediately greeted him.

Wang Heng has been bored these days, either breaking off the thorns on the prickly pear or pulling the roots of the pothos.

He felt that he had no ill intentions, he just wanted to study the recovery ability of plants after being entrusted with spirits. How could the research be called revenge?

"Ah."

Wang Heng nodded with satisfaction. These two things caused him to be hospitalized in a mental hospital. If he didn't train him well, how could he afford the hospitalization fees paid by his family?

Opening the window, Wang Heng jumped from the second floor. His improved physical fitness allowed him to jump easily. Of course, he would definitely not be able to jump from a floor that was too high, as he would also suffer fractures or fall to death.

His agile body rolled on the ground and hid behind a tree, successfully evading the sight of the night guard!

After the night watchman left, Wang Heng began tonight's operation!

At about one o'clock in the morning, the night watchmen will change shifts after this wave, and then wait until an hour later before starting patrols again.

This is the period of time that Wang Heng wants to seize!

The hospital that was supposed to be silent suddenly became noisy after Wang Heng joined him. Several trees greeted him:

"Where are you going, young man?"

"Are you going to have a tryst with your girlfriend?"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Actually, there is a girl I quite like, but unfortunately she was discharged from the hospital yesterday..."

Wang Heng smiled and responded in his heart: "Grass mud horse!"

There seem to be more spiritual plants at night, and there are also newly awakened grasses or crickets:

"Ah, ah, ah~"

"La, la, la~"

They seemed to be able to produce only monosyllabic words, and their consciousness was not clear, like babies learning to talk.

The closer he got to the window of the old man's room, the more violent Wang Heng's heartbeat became.

Finally, here we are——

I saw that the window of the old man's window had been opened, and half of the window was rustling in the breeze. The magpie next to the window, awakened by the sound of the window, kept cursing:

"Asshole, what a bastard, you don't let me have a good sleep every night!"

Seeing this magpie, Wang Heng had some thoughts in his mind:

"Little magpie, little magpie!"

Wang Heng shouted at the top of his voice.

Spiritual creatures will feel a sense of closeness to Wang Heng, which makes Wang Heng's communication with them even easier.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

When the magpie saw Wang Heng, he immediately flew down and asked.

"Where did the old man go?"

"Oh, that bastard, he went over there...ah!"

One of the magpie's wings pointed towards the artificial lake, but the other wing was still flapping, so it could not maintain its balance and fell in the direction of Wang Heng!

Wang Heng stretched out his hand to catch it and placed it on a high branch.

"Thank you, little brother!"