I Learn To Kill Gods In A Mental Hospital

\"So that's it.\" An Qingyu seemed to understand something, nodded, \"Then, what are you going to do next?\"

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, \"I have a plan, but before that, I have to deal with the people in the first class cabin first.\"

\"Deal with?\" An Qingyu raised his eyebrows, \"You night watchmen, do you still do this kind of thing?\"

\"...I mean, let them close their eyes and mouth temporarily, so as not to make unnecessary noise.\" Lin Qiye said helplessly.

\"Oh, that's easy to handle.\"

An Qingyu turned around, her eyes were tinged with a strange light, the next moment the passengers in the first-class cabin were slightly shocked, and completely passed out.

\"Forbidden ruins of mind control?\" Lin Qiye nodded, \"When you went to steal the three corpses, you also confused the forensic doctor like this, right?\"

An Qingyu smiled shyly.

Lin Qiye turned his head to look at the curtain, and said calmly, \"Then it's my turn...\"

...

inside the cab.

The two pilots were sitting in the driver's seat with dull eyes, mechanically controlling the instruments in their hands, causing the entire plane to hover at low altitude.

In the radio station, the call from the ground continued to ring, but there was no response.

\"Call XXXX, this is the ground command, please return immediately, repeat, please return immediately...\"

boom--! !

A gunshot rang out, sparks burst out from the radio, the sound distorted a few times, and finally disappeared completely.

The tavern owner fiddled with the gun in his hand casually, sitting on the floor of the cab as if no one else was there, and yawned loudly. Opposite him was Wen Qimo whose limbs were nailed to the wall of the cab.

\"It's noisy, isn't it?\" The tavern owner smiled.

Wen Qimo frowned, glanced at the tavern owner, then at the ten-cut ghost boy standing in front of him holding a short knife and grinning, and said calmly:

\"It's meaningless for you to do this, this is just a small plane, even if you sacrifice me and the passengers on the whole plane, the soul is not enough to complete the ceremony.\"

\"That's right, it's not enough.\" The tavern owner nodded, took the magazine out of the gun, and put it back again, like a middle-aged man in a panic,\"But if you add the magazine on the ground What about people?\”

Wen Qimo's face darkened, \"You want this plane to crash into a residential area? Are you crazy?!\"

\"It is their honor to sacrifice their lives and souls in order to revive the great [Bell Klander].\" The tavern owner stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the palm-sized crystal ball beside him. A bug the size of a thumbnail was sealed inside the ball, motionless as if dead.

The tavern owner looked at the bug with eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.

\"[Bell·Clander]?\" Wen Qimo was startled when he heard the name, \"That bug?\"

The reason why Wen Qimo was so surprised was not because of the bug itself, but because of its name, Bell Clander... This is a western name, and the western countries were engulfed by fog a hundred years ago.

\"Bugs?\" The face of the tavern owner changed, he stood up slowly, put the muzzle of the gun on Wen Qimo's chin, and said seriously, \"The great [Bell Klander] came from the western fog Powerful and mysterious! The master of desire and spirit! If it was in its heyday, it would have killed everyone in the entire city within ten minutes!

With such a mighty existence, how can you, a little night watchman, be able to defile it? \”

Wen Qimo looked at the tavern owner calmly, \"It's just a dying bug that escaped from the western mist, and it also deserves the word 'great'?\"

The tavern owner's eyes burst into endless anger, the veins on his neck bulged, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against Wen Qimo's chin, as if he was about to pull the trigger the next moment.

After a while, he slowly put down the gun, and said with a sneer: \"Very well, you want to provoke me in this way, thereby destroying the ceremony...you have the guts.\"

The tavern owner walked to the side of the two pilots, looked down and confirmed that the plane had flown to the target range, with a cold smile on his lips.

3:29 am.

\"Let's cut off his fingers slowly... Slow down the process, and let him feel more pain!\" The tavern owner turned his head and said to the ten-cut ghost standing in front of Wen Qimo who was eager to try.

Shiche Guitong became excited in an instant, holding the short knife tightly in his thin arms, and gestured on Wen Qimo's fingers, his eyes were full of obsession.

Wen Qimo slowly closed his eyes, \"Unfortunately, your ceremony is doomed to fail.\"

\"Oh?\" The tavern owner raised his eyebrows, \"Do you want to commit suicide? Hehe, now your limbs have been completely sealed, unless you hide poison in your mouth, it is impossible to commit suicide successfully, don't try to bite your tongue Suicide is such a stupid thing, that way, you can’t die at all.\”

\"I never thought of committing suicide.\" Wen Qimo shook his head, \"I just believe in my teammates.\"

\"Teammate? Hahahaha...\" The tavern owner couldn't help laughing, \"The group of idiots are still on the ground, waiting for me to kill people in the community, who will come to save you?\ "

\"Really?\" There was a smile on the corner of Wen Qimo's mouth.

The next moment, an extreme darkness spread from the wall behind him, covering his whole body in an instant, and the four iron nails penetrating his body trembled slightly, and then popped out automatically!

The four blood nails turned in mid-air and shot towards the tavern owner like lightning!

Seeing the strange scene in front of him, the owner of the tavern shrank his pupils suddenly, and quickly turned his body sideways, but the space in the cab was not large, and there were a lot of equipment blocking him. After he dodged three iron nails in a row, he was still caught. The last iron nail pierced between the eyebrows, and fell to the ground violently.

Wen Qimo, who had lost the iron nails to support his body, fell directly to the ground, with blood gurgling from his hands and feet. At the same time, the ten-cut ghost boy beside him who was about to cut his fingers was taken aback, and he swung a short knife and was about to chop on his hand.

Didi, the password is correct!

At this moment, the combination lock of the driver's cab was unlocked, and a long frost sword protruded from behind the door, stably holding the short knife of Shiche Guitong.

An Qingyu, who was wearing a hood, shrouded his entire face in shadow, flicked his wrist, and shoved the thin Shiche Guitong back a few steps. The latter stared at him vigilantly, baring his teeth.

Lin Qiye walked up to Wen Qimo's side, and with a sweep of his mental power, he could fully detect his injury. The wound was relatively deep, but it was not fatal, but he could not move for a short time.

\"I'm fine.\"Wen Qimo grinned in pain, gritted his teeth and smiled, his eyes fell on the figure in the hood,\"That is...\"

\"A friend is the helper I invited.\" Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and said.

An Qingyu raised her eyebrows, lowered her voice and said: \"Since you are a helper, you must be paid, right?\"

Lin Qiye stood up, glanced at Shiche Guitong and the worm in the crystal, and said calmly:

\"These two corpses, one for each person.\"