237 hospital changes

A strong sense of oppression overflowed from behind the "door" and almost turned into a substantial mist.

Something came out from the inside. I was about to tell Zhen Jiang to step back together, and my body had been taken aside by the figure that was plopping from above. All the changes were in the blink of an eye. A giant hand stretched out from behind the "door". The open palm was bigger than an adult, and he could not see his skin. It seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gray mist, hazy, A continuous mist of mist was emitted outward. At the same time, there was something passing through from the rear, and I was unable to see the specific shape. I just felt a strong wind blowing over my head. The target was not me, but Zhenjiang. If she stayed in her original position, no To be caught by the giant hand is to penetrate through the rear attack.

I was caught by Zhenjiang and slid back to the ground for a dozen meters. The object that hit Zhenjiang without Ranwen Novel Net collided with the giant hand, and it was nailed silently on the top. This time I finally saw it clearly. It was a spear. The style that stretches the grip of a long sword is undoubtedly a knight's weapon.

The spear pierced the back of the giant's hand as if it had pierced the epidermis and hung on it. But the giant hand still seems to feel the martial arts. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the God Immortal Throne at night. The royal family martial Qiankun will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night and ask the Devil Ao Nine Chongtian to be the strongest to abandon the young Da Zhou Dynasty. The ant nest was bitten by a fierce soldier ant, and swept around the door in annoyance. The owner of the giant hand failed to reveal the true shape from the half-opened "door", but the arm exposed outside the "door" was more than ten meters long, but it was extremely agile to dance, and the wizards who were swept by this arm It was immediately torn apart, as if a bomb was hidden in the body.

The muffled sound of the impact came one after another. On the trajectory of the movement of the arm, no one's body was shot and flew, and it directly turned into a puffy blood mist, spilling from the air together with the limbs and internal organs. The space made up by that gray mist suddenly had a creepy color, and the **** smell seemed to block the nasal cavity with every breath.

Zhenjiang and I evaded the blow in time, and then Zhenjiang picked me up and threw it on my arm.

The wizards seemed to be stunned by this huge and scary hand, and they didn't scream in horror until their arms were swung back again. No literary novel netizen dared to stop on the path of the giant hand waving, "Ken" finally recovered, as one of the important members of the "street", he could n’t help but know the existence of this hand, but It is also the first time I want to see the real thing, so when he issued the order to "attack" and "lock it", the giant hand had already begun to shrink back towards the "door".

This strange hand is not the same as when I first saw it, but through the gray fog on the surface, the skin still gives people a constant **** touch. Zhenjiang and I grabbed the spears on our arms and were taken towards the "gate" together. Before the second wave of attacks from the wizarding forces came, the crack formed by the white light was closed behind him, and the scene outside the "gate" became narrower and narrower, leaving only a darkness.

At the next moment, the feeling of being dragged by my arm disappeared, and I felt that I grabbed the spear in one hand, held it with Zhenjiang in one hand, and continued to fall toward the endless abyss. Afterwards, even the touch in my hand disappeared. I wanted to call Zhenjiang's name, but Zhang could not hear the voice, trying to catch something, but there was nothing around him.

It started again-such handwriting floated in my mind as if "thought" was expressed in a more specific way.

I clearly felt that I was sober, but my body became heavy, and then I lost even my physical feelings. There was no heartbeat, temperature, and five senses. There was only one "self" thought. .

"I" is falling, the feeling of weightlessness is getting stronger and stronger, as if being pulled up by something.

It is not clear when it will end, or what the end is, so there is a strong sense of fear.

This state is not unfamiliar, it is like having a nightmare that you cannot escape. Knowing that you are falling into the depths of a nightmare, you can't do it if you want to wake up.

Because for himself at this time, it seems that this dream is the reality.

I tried to keep my eyes wide open, and I didn't know how long it had passed. It seemed that in an instant, the colorful scene was once again imprinted in the retina, as if it had never disappeared. However, the feeling of falling and the bottomless abyss remained in the soul, as if having committed asthma, suddenly returned to the air, and issued a violent inhalation sound.

I heard my inhalation and felt the martial King Qiankun made the sacred king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. Abandon the young Zhou Dynasty martial arts Qiankun to kill the **** God seal the throne at night The feeling of bulging, all this is like telling myself that I have woke up from a nightmare.

No matter how many times it passes, this feeling cannot be used to.

I slowly got up from the ground and confirmed the environment around me the first time. I was indeed in the hall of the mental hospital. The heavy rain outside the window kept beating on the glass, forming a stream of thin streams. Each flash of light made the dark hall as pale as the patient's face.

Zhenjiang is not around, I do n’t think I ’m awake yet, but when I subconsciously shifted my eyes and found her by a window near a corner, I immediately struck my body, and my brain became as muddy as if I were awake. Sober.

Zhen Jiang turned his back to me. He didn't wear the knight costume. He seemed to be naked, his long head draped over his calf, holding the window to look out. She turned her head slightly, and when the hall was illuminated by lightning in a flash, a hazy face outline appeared on the glass. Even if I knew the back very well, I also mistakenly thought that the ghost of the millennium castle appeared in front of me.

She looked like she saw someone, muttering to herself, just talking to that person. The sound of small cracks, as if floating from a distant place, could not hear what was said. However, there was nothing outside the window except ghostly swaying branches.

As if playing a one-man show, she was filled with a touch of sorrow and sorrow, like a mistress in a deep boudoir. The cold, cool shadow seemed to appear only in dreams.

It was n’t the first time I saw such a real river. Last time, she also treated me as someone else, doing some inexplicable actions empty-handed, saying that she was playing a scarf for me.

If Zhenjiang, who is not in a state of battle, is not a mental patient, he really cannot win the trust. In addition to the symptoms related to split personality, symptoms such as delusions and hallucinations can also occur.

It seems to be sick again. Thinking so, I took a long sigh of relief. Compared with the current state, the performance in "Street" is more like a special case.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't make a sound. I prepared again and finally heard my own voice.

"A Jiang."

Zhenjiang didn't seem to hear it from Ranwen Fiction Net, and he still talked to himself outside the window.

"A Jiang" I stood up and walked towards her, making a loud voice.

At this moment, Zhenjiang finally had a movement, as if suddenly waking up, his shoulders shook, and he slowly turned around his upper body. Sure enough, she didn't wear clothes in Ranwen Fiction Net, and her eyes looked a little dazed. After making contact with my eyes, she gradually became clearer.

"Achuan, I saw a lot of people." She said.

I ’m a little strange, but I do n’t care too much about Ranwen.com. In this state, Zhenjiang always says something that is confusing.

"Is anyone here? Ah, is it the doomsday truth guy?" I tried to think about the good, maybe it wasn't Zhenjiang's illusion. However, if it was really the party thrown in by Little Sent, the two of us should n’t be okay to stand here. Moreover, in this hall, besides us, a figure does not have a literary novel network.

"It's really nostalgic, just like returning home." Zhenjiang didn't reply to Ranwen Fiction Net, but just said that he felt his own feelings. The Nineth Heaven's Strongest Abandoning the Young Da Zhou Royal Family Will Kill the God God Seal Throne at Night The God of Creation will kill the God of the Immortal Throne in the night and beg the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the Royal Family of the Young and Great Zhou with a smile on his face.

It's really confusing, but it really doesn't seem to have encountered other people in this building.

"Where are they?" I asked, taking off my coat and putting it on her.

"It's here. It's everywhere." Zhenjiang didn't put it on, but just pulled her shirt tightly and stared at me behind her like she saw someone, but her eyes were on. Only an empty hall is reflected in the middle, "Did you not hear? Those children are laughing."

"Laughing?" I scratched my hair distressedly. Although I thought it was her hallucination, the serious expression was so distracting that the cold hairs had to be erected. Apart from us, where are there other people in this hall? Despite being so sure, he turned around uncomfortably and glanced back.

A strong flash of light came from the back window, and the two figures underneath stretched forward long.

In addition to this, there is nothing else, and there is no other sound besides Zhenjiang's murmur and thunderstorm sound.

I took a deep breath. Although I wanted to digress this topic, I couldn't help but look at Zhen Jiang's serious expression. Sometimes, Zhen Jiang seems to understand that she is a mental patient, but sometimes, it seems like she has fallen into a magic obstacle. Even if I say it is an illusion, she cannot wake her up. She didn't care what I said, she just told her hallucinations as if it were reality, and I turned a blind eye just because I was a mental patient and an autistic patient who resisted reality.

"Child? What does it look like?" I asked in a calm manner. The following journey will not be calm, and she must be satisfied to escape the illusion. Even if she didn't say a word, I hope her mental state can return to reality.

"I wore the same clothes and ran around everywhere, and even my head was about to fall off. Hey, it's naughty." Zhen Jiang's words made my scalp a bit numb, and I even felt that I had an illusion. In an instant, something flickered through the shadow reflected in the window glass.

"Aren't you wearing my clothes? A Jiang." I said.

"Huh?" Zhen Jiang looked down at himself and raised his head to show a broad and gentle smile. "This is obviously my clothes, because I am a mental patient."

"You are a mental patient ..." I realized what she said. "You mean, everyone you see wears a sick suit?"

"Of course, because this is a mental hospital."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Was it because of coming to the mental hospital, so there was a related hallucination?

"Can you still fight? A Jiang."

Zhenjiang did not answer Ranwen Fiction Net, but cast a doubtful smile. I barely returned a smile and took her hand to the side door into the internal hospital.

"Don't worry, no netizen novels can hurt you, Achuan." Zhen Jiang gently embraced my arm and put his head on my shoulder.

We stood for a while in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary. Maybe someone has been to the lobby before, and those who were sacrificed at the banquet should be here when they first appear in this mental hospital. In short, the windows that were still open when they first arrived were all closed. The veil of the Virgin Mary fell on the candle holder in the front and was burned in a small piece, and the candle had been extinguished for a long time, and it felt only a cold touch.

In addition, there is no trace of Ranwen Fiction Net, which proves that someone has entered and exited this hall.

After following the line in memory, I took Zhenjiang into the psychiatric hospital again. As in the hall, the lamps in the corridor did not change from intact to damaged, because most of them have already been extinguished, and the light is dim, as if from a door at any time, or An unknown thing popped out of a corner.

There were some long bloodstains on the floor, as if the corpse had been dragged from here. After a while, it disappeared again. After a while, it appeared again and again, and it was impossible to tell where it was or where it ended. In addition, dry blood spots were left on the walls and on the seats, but no matter where you looked, half of the body could not be found.

In addition to the **** smell in the air, there was a burning smell. It is unclear what was burned, and the variety was so varied that it became pungent.

There seems to be a fight, so there are traces of being hit by sharp blades and heavy objects. In fact, a twisted iron pipe fell next to a trash can not far away. Although there is a distance from us, it is still possible to judge the blood on it.

I don't feel very good. I have been to this place more than once, knowing that the enemies are monsters, and these bloodstains cannot be shed by them. Someone was injured or even died here, maybe a soldier of the truth of the end, maybe an ordinary person who survived the banquet, or maybe Marceau who had been stuck here.

Despite the fact that Doomsday and the Mar Jones family have turned against each other, it is still a question whether they will work with Marceau against Irene and her monsters.

When he last left, Marceau had sealed the flying insect monster in Room 107, but at this time, the door of that room had been opened. Obviously, people who were suddenly imprisoned in this world lifted the seal in ignorance like I used to.

I ejected the quark's dagger from the sleeve, and the thread at the handle was wrapped around the middle finger. Zhen Jiang's mental state is not very good. Her knight armor disappeared without a trace, and it is unclear whether even in the temporary data hedge space, even the casting of spells is restricted.

The only thing you can rely on is this battle-hardened body and experience, as well as the sharp dagger that turns the magic.

Zhenjiang snuggled beside me, a look of security, like melting in some kind of beautiful reverie, indifferent to this dark corridor, and could not see the blood and scars left after these fights.

I still decided to follow the route of each visit, passing through the corridor of room 107, and take a look at the operating room. At this time, I don't know where Marceau will be. Do n’t dare to shout loudly, for fear of causing trouble to the monsters.

The door of Room 107 is still engraved with weird graffiti, and it seems that it was hit hard by something, and the opening and closing place is not smooth. I did n’t enter the Ranwen Fiction Net. I just glanced at the interior of the room that was messed up by some people after being turned over. The books were thrown to the ground. However, I don't know if it is an illusion, it seems to be much less than the number I saw last time.

At this moment, there was a fierce shout and impact sound from the depths of the corridor, unusual vibrations came from the air, it seems that someone issued a scream of injury and fright, and many people had a fierce conflict. Then there was an explosion. My heart was suddenly raised. Although it was not clear, there was Marceau's voice, but it was impossible to distinguish the specific place from these voices.

As if far away, the sound was blurred and reflected through the corridor. I grabbed Zhenjiang's hand and ran towards the operating room. The origin of the sound is of course not in that place, but on the way there is no feeling of sound away from Ranwen. However, when I came to the door of the operating room, those sounds were faint and gradually disappeared.

The door of the operating room was lying on the aisle and was distorted. The glass embedded in the door was all shattered ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But the glass debris looked a bit wrong. The inside of the operating room was the same as Room 107. It was destroyed by fierce fighting. The operating table was completely overturned, and the surgical instruments were scattered on the ground. The trap made by Marceau was completely disintegrated.

I walked in to confirm the graffiti on the back wall of the room, and it turned out that the wall was blackened and there was still a burning sensation in the air.

It seems that the battle here has just ended soon.

The box of the Sealed Devil's Head fell to the ground, and it was unclear whether it was once again sealed by Marceau. The result was that it was released by the newcomers, which led to this battle.

I know that these two monsters' attacking methods will give people the feeling of burning, and that is not completely an illusion and illusion, but it will not actually cause damage to the external environment. In other words, the fire encountered here not long ago was actually created by humans.

Judging from the traces of the remaining scene, there should be more than one person in this place. It is not clear whether Marceau is among this group of people. Since he has the same enemy, it is not impossible to become a companion temporarily.

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