China.

Maoshan Second Affiliated Psychiatric Hospital.

Chen Qingfeng, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed by the person behind him and walked into this desolate hospital.

The white tiles are covered with a yellowish color, which has been left unattended for a long time, and dust covers it.

As people arrived, a light breeze blew up.

In the winter afternoon sun, dust floats up like wandering elves flying.

The originally white ceiling and walls were covered with charred black, which were traces left by the burning flames.

Withered leaves piled up in the corridor, and the trees in the yard were already bare, like the top of the head of a middle-aged programmer.

"Is this the hospital where fellow Vacuum Daoist once lived?"

Chen Qingfeng spoke slowly.

Although his voice was not hoarse, his tone still showed obvious weakness.

Now that I think back to the brilliant but vanishing ancient country, alien civilizations, it was already half a month ago.

In that battle, too many of Chen Qingfeng's companions died - familiar or strange human extraordinary people, from different regions and countries, but since they are standing on the same front and fighting against common enemies, they are his companions.

Even the extraordinary person who is a S-level class fell while holding down the Six-Wing Sacrifice Lai.

Those who went to that world had more or less suffered from certain psychological problems.

I don’t want to recall the scene at that time, and even worse, I don’t want to fight again.

I really can't say that they are cowardly, I can only say that the psychological shadow they have endured is too serious.

Chen Qingfeng is now just a lucky type of person who has not yet recovered.

He also knows his luck well.

It is just that one of the dead companions is unforgettable. He is the true Taoist who has only met once.

When they faced two six-winged sacrificial lanes, despair was inevitable. Chen Qingfeng, who was far more sensitive than ordinary people, still felt a familiar atmosphere and was rapidly rising.

Chen Qingfeng would not admit his mistakes when the source of the breath came from the Taoist Master of the Vacuum.

Chen Qingfeng probably guessed that the owner of the black fog reached such a high point with the help of the Taoist Zhenkong, and finally ended the incident.

But he carefully searched among the extraordinary people he rejected, but he could no longer find the timid and fearful man.

Before the ancient space collapses, it will only squeeze out the surviving humans, and will not teleport the corpse back to the surface world.

What's more, the Jade Taoist might not even leave his body.

To be honest.

Chen Qingfeng didn't quite understand why Taoist Shikong had such a huge change. He had clearly not wanted to participate at all. Saving his life was his entire goal.

Even after he made a hole in the Jade Taoist, he should have a chance to escape there.

But why? When there is a way out, what choice will he make?

Chen Qingfeng couldn't understand.

But it is not realistic to understand a mentally ill person with a normal mind.

With a complicated mood, Chen Qingfeng arrived

"Yes? Master."

The person who pushed the wheelchair behind him was Chen Qingfeng's apprentice. Before he came, he also learned about the situation in the mental hospital in advance. He explained.

“As far as I understand, the hospital has been in abandonment after a fire ten years ago.”

"And, the survivor of that fire? There was only one Vacuum Taoist."

“…Ten years ago?”

Chen Qingfeng was a little surprised.

According to the registration of the Vacuum Taoist in the Chinese Superman Department? and his usual statement, he only came out of Maoshan Hospital three years ago and reintegrated into society.

Then the seven years...

Chen Qingfeng resisted the surprise in his heart and continued to move forward in the hospital with the help of his apprentice.

The entire Maoshan Hospital? In fact, it is in a state of destruction.

Two of the buildings collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins? Gravel and wood blocks piled up all over the ground.

There are still some graffiti left by the patients on the wall, which is unknown? But it is a proof that they have been here.

This is located in a very backward and remote mountain village, and the predecessor of the mental hospital is quite taboo. So it has been no one to take care of it? And no one will renovate it.

With Chen Qingfeng's keen vision, you can even see one or two broken bones under the collapsed stones.

When the cold wind blows, the bright sunshine seems to be unable to bring warmth.

This scene is like a deserted village, a mental hospital, a haunted house... the most common scene in horror movies.

"Is he the only one who survived?"

Chen Qingfeng murmured to himself.

He can understand where the side of Taoist greed for life and fear of death comes from. Those who have struggled on the verge of death will have greater fear of death.

Turning around a corner, it suddenly became clear.

The mental hospital is built on the mountain. On the side close to the mountain, there is a small room, probably made of someone himself with cement.

You can vaguely see some of the not-to-date atmosphere of life.

Several evergreen plants were planted next to the room.

Finally, it adds a bit of green vitality to the desolation in front of you.

Behind the room, there were simple tombstones, some of which were stones, and some were dry firewood, which densely penetrated into the sight of the two.

But on each tombstone, there is a name engraved.

"ghost?"

Chen Qingfeng frowned, and the air was filled with a unique aura of ghosts, but it was very light.

"No, it's the breath of the ghost after it dissipates."

In a trance, Chen Qingfeng, who was sensitive and sensitive, saw a clip-like picture.

The man with a white face and no beard was staying in the hospital and communicating with dead ghosts.

Until their resentment disappears and completely disappears from the world.

‘I sent the dean away today! Finally, I don’t have to watch him blow his beard and stare at him.’

‘Sister Fang really likes me very much and is reluctant to leave!’

‘......’

Whenever a ghost dissipates, the Taoist of the Vacuum will insert a tombstone on the ground and engrave its name.

Sometimes the ghosts dissipate one a day, sometimes one a week, and sometimes two or three months... There is no pattern, and it is impossible to have a pattern.

The Taoist Guan Yu sent away one former patient after another, doctor, and nursing staff...

It was seven years in a blink of an eye.

Before leaving the hospital in the end, he waved at the numerous tombstones and smiled brightly.

"Don't worry, I will live for a long time, with yours."

After saying this, the picture was burst like bubbles, and everything dissipated like smoke.

Chen Qingfeng came back to his senses and looked dazed again.

On such a winter day, the bare trees around unexpectedly pulled out some emerald green.

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Japan.

Aya Ka Hino also gloriously became a wheelchair clan, and the eyeball on the left was obviously not very natural.

She could no longer wear black stockings and high heels she loved before, and could only wear long-sleeved clothes.

One righteous eye, one righteous hand, and one righteous foot.

The swordsman's entire head was wrapped tightly with bandages. Oh no, his whole body was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

But it was all like this, and he was still holding a long sword in his bandaged hand.

But rather than saying "take", it is better to say "insert" there.

This adds a little bit of black humor to this solemn funeral.

Many extraordinary people from the Nagoya branch, Tokyo branch, and some night watchmen attended the funeral.

Behind Aoye and others a group of extraordinary people entered the ancient kingdom.

In addition to the blindfolded man among the Night Watchmen, the two branches also sent some of the most elite extraordinary people.

And only a very small number of them survived.

Apart from Hino Aika and the swordsman, only three extraordinary people survived by chance.
To be continued...