Chapter 89 Fengqi Qingshan Mental Hospital

"Brother Xiu, Director Wang just gave the three of us a spiritual incense stick, one third each, saying that our spirituality grew too fast and we were prone to sequelae, but I think he was exaggerating a bit, it's not that exaggerated, I feel I'm fine.

Hehe, I heard that this spiritual incense is not cheap, I thought about selling it, and then changing the money to buy a sports car to pick up girls, what do you think?"

"I suggest you keep it for yourself." Fang Xiu shook his head slightly.

Zhao Hao now talks about girls every three sentences, and his symptoms are indeed worse than before.

"By the way, Brother Xiu, do you have spiritual incense? That spiritual incense stick was divided into three parts and given to the three of us. Don't you have any? If you don't have any, then I'll give you this one."

"No need, I have one too."

Still two.

Of course, Fang Xiu didn't say the latter sentence, there's nothing to show off about this kind of thing.

"I told you that I was able to survive this time thanks to you, Brother Xiu. How could you not have spiritual incense? But Brother Xiu, why don't you take mine? I heard that using a strange weapon will aggravate the spiritual pollution. Don't be short of it.

In fact, I just secretly lit the spiritual incense."

Zhao Hao suddenly whispered slyly: "This spiritual incense is not suitable for me at all. The feeling of lighting the spiritual incense is too uncomfortable. It feels like 7 times in a row. The whole person's mind is empty. Entering the sage time, it feels like nothing is interesting. Even when the nurse came to give me an injection, I couldn't get up."

Fang Xiu: "......."

He didn't quite understand why the injection could also get up.

Zhao Hao seemed to be afraid that Fang Xiu would not believe it, so he took out a lighter and lit the spiritual incense again.

After a while, the curling green smoke began to drift in the ward. As the two breathed, the smoke emitted by the spiritual incense entered their nasal cavities.

The smell was a bit choking.

As the spiritual incense entered his body, Zhao Hao's originally wretched expression gradually became peaceful and calm, and he felt that he had no desire to live.

But Fang Xiu frowned.

He felt that his soul was being polluted.

It was as if there were twenty old monks surrounding him chanting and beating wooden fish, persuading him to let go of his hatred, which made him more and more irritable, and he even wanted to kill two weirdos to cheer him up.

"Okay, pinch it out."

Zhao Hao pinched out the incense, and soon began to dance with joy again: "What do you think, Brother Xiu, I didn't lie to you, this incense is really not a good thing, and life seems to lose its fun after lighting it."

Fang Xiu nodded in agreement.

Incense is indeed not a good thing, and it actually tried to pollute his soul.

It seems that he has to find an opportunity to sell all the incense.

In addition, he can start to consider the Qingshan Mental Hospital. He has always cared about the things left by the dean Zhou Qingfeng. What is the truth of this world?

He doesn't even know who wrote the bloody words on the ceiling when he just crossed over. There are too many mysteries that have not been figured out.

In the past, he was too weak to know these secrets, but now he has the initial ability to protect himself and can prepare to contact.

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During Fang Xiu's recuperation, a major event occurred in the Investigation Bureau.

"What did you say! Is Yang Kunpeng going to lose control of his spirit?"

Wang Dehai roared wildly in the office, his face full of disbelief: "What on earth is going on! Qingshan Mental Hospital is rated C. With Yang Kunpeng's strength, it's okay if his team is wiped out, but how could he himself fall into such a situation?

He has been in a coma for three days, and now he is going to lose control of his spirit as soon as he wakes up? Didn't the doctor say that he was not injured?"

It turned out that the day before Fang Xiu went to Heishui Village, Yang Kunpeng's team was sent to the strange area of ​​Qingshan Mental Hospital.

That day, Wang Dehai issued two tasks in total, one for Heishui Village and the other for Qingshan Mental Hospital.

On the day the task was issued, Yang Kunpeng led the team to set off.

And Fang Xiu and others went to Heishui Village the next day.

Yang Kunpeng's team came out of Qingshan Mental Hospital the next day, but only Yang Kunpeng came out. He fell into a coma not long after coming out and did not wake up until today.

The subordinate who was reporting was frightened by Wang Dehai and sweated coldly: "Wang... Wang Director, according to Yang Kunpeng, the information is wrong. There are not only two weirds, the doctor and the nightmare, in the weird area of ​​the mental hospital. There are other weirds. Yang Kunpeng said... said that he saw at least three more wandering weirds.

If it weren't for his ability to be invisible, he would have died long ago."

"There are three more!?" Wang Dehai's cold sweat instantly came down.

Because he suddenly remembered that Fang Xiu had said before that there were at least dozens of weirds in Qingshan Mental Hospital, locked in the ward.

But at that time, he and Shen Lingxue judged according to previous experience and thought that this was impossible. This was not to doubt Fang Xiu's predictive ability, but the gathering of dozens of weirds had never happened before.

Even the headquarters had said that the characteristics of the weirdos were different, and it was difficult for them to live in peace, so there would be no weirdos living in groups.

Just like in the animal world, animals that live alone live in groups, which is not in line with common sense.

It's like there can't be two tigers in one mountain, unless they are one male and one female.

In addition, Fang Xiu was just a new spirit master, and he was an ordinary person before, and he had never been exposed to weirdos, so they naturally thought that the weirdos Fang Xiu saw in the future picture were weirdos.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between weirdos and weirdos.

But now, Yang Kunpeng, a senior spirit master, has seen three more weirds in the Qingshan Mental Hospital's weird area, which has broken common sense.

This means that what Fang Xiu said is very likely to be true. There are very likely to be dozens of weirds in the Qingshan Mental Hospital, not weird slaves!

Things are serious!

If this is true, the common sense that weirds do not gather in groups will be broken, and the Qingshan Mental Hospital's weird area in Luteng City will become the only one in the world!

"Where is Yang Kunpeng now? Take me there!" Wang Dehai said anxiously.

"In the interrogation room, Director Wang, he is about to be deformed. It's too dangerous for you to go."

"Is Yang Ming back?" Wang Dehai said in a deep voice.

"No... not yet."

"Where's Bai Qi? Has he recovered?"

"Deputy Captain Bai has returned to work as usual, but I don't think he's fully recovered."

"I can't care so much now. Ask Bai Qi to come to my office. Oh, and Fang Xiu, he's the person involved. Ask him to come as well."

"Yes, Director Wang."

Ten minutes later...

Fang Xiu came to Wang Dehai's office. He didn't know what Wang Dehai asked him to do, especially when he was recovering from his injury.

When Fang Xiu entered the door, he saw a tall, handsome, pale-faced man sitting opposite Wang Dehai, sitting upright and serious, exuding an aura of "no strangers allowed".

The man had a head of black hair in a staggered pattern, delicate features, and a cold expression like Satan descending to the world, with sharp and indifferent eyes, thin and long phoenix eyes, and two cold thin lips under his high nose bridge.

In general, he looked like a boss who spoke little, had a paralyzed expression, and had sharp eyebrows and eyes.

However, the only flaw was that the boss's face looked unnaturally pale, and he even coughed once or twice from time to time, looking a little sick.