Yan Wei grinned, quite a bit of a ruffian, smoking a cigarette, with a big back, a suit and leather shoes, and a bloodstained iron rod.

Wang Zun glanced at the dean on the iron bed: "What is the name of the person who caused all this?" ”

Wang Zun narrowed his eyes, and finally it was the critical moment, whether his conjecture was correct or not depended on the solemn answer.

"Fang Xiaoxiao!"

Yan Wei also narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "I must be looking for her, but I haven't been able to find her, she seems to be deliberately avoiding me, if you eliminate her, all the ghosts in the Qingshan Lunatic Asylum can successfully go to reincarnation." ”

"These ghosts are her subordinates, and they are also the source of her strength, if you want to destroy her, unless you kill her with one blow, don't give her a chance to breathe, or destroy all the ghosts here, she doesn't have the support of her subordinates, and she's just a paper tiger!"

Yan Wei slapped his palm with an iron rod and spit out another puff of cigarette.

Wang Zun exhaled, full of various meanings.

BOOS is Fang Xiaoxiao, he guessed right.

At the same time, he was also very worried, Fang Xiaoxiao was undoubtedly the one with the most resentment, he was treated unfairly by her husband's family, her newborn son was taken away from him, he just met once, and he was forcibly taken to the Qingshan Lunatic Asylum just after giving birth, and was tortured to death.

This kind of resentment, you can imagine how turbulent it is, can lift the heavenly spirit cover of people, right?

Could Fang Xiaoxiao be a red-eyed and red-clothed ghost?

Moreover, if he didn't destroy all the ghosts, Fang Xiaoxiao would have an endless source of power, how could he fight?

Originally, Wang Zun still had a trace of confidence, but now that he thinks about it, it is completely gone.

Now I can't escape, and I don't know if I can beat it, which makes it very uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, your uncle will protect you, and I will drag your body out if you die, your uncle is a principled person!"

Yan Wei patted Wang Zun's shoulder very resolutely.

"Your uncle......" Wang Zun smiled bitterly!

"Although Fang Xiaoxiao is pitiful, but there is a debtor and a debtor, this is not the reason for her madness, her original intention has changed, she no longer wants to avenge herself, but a greater ambition!"

That's when it happened!

The dean's swollen stomach broke, and something crawled out of it, and the moment he saw it, Wang Zun's eyes shrank involuntarily.

Clown!

Yes!

What crawled out of the dean's stomach turned out to be a clown puppet!

The bloody puppet crawled out of the dean's belly, crawled back and forth, and crawled back and forth for I don't know how many times.

On its face, there is always a weird and crazy smile, silently laughing, crazy laughter!

Clowns again!

Don't think about it, this matter has a direct relationship with the clown!

Wang Zun took a few breaths in a row, he didn't have much confidence, and now there is another clown, and his confidence is really completely gone.

The addition of the clown pushed the problem of the task to a higher level, and Wang Zun also understood why the thriller game master system would say that this task was nine deaths.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Zun went up directly, but Yan Wei grabbed him and shook his head silently: "This clown is very weird, it's better not to touch it, let's do our own thing!" ”

Wang Zun shook his head: "Uncle, this matter is troublesome, more troublesome than you imagined, if you don't get rid of the clown, this matter can't be over." ”

"This thing is very weird, it's not a person or a ghost, something between a person and a ghost, you can't kill, you can't die, you can't extinguish, I have tried many times, but I can't do it!"

Yan Wei shook his head, he was also smart, even if he couldn't kill the other party, he would ignore the other party.

"Anyway, this thing has to be disposed of!"

Wang Zun hit the ghost hammer with one move, smashed it with a hammer, and smashed the clown on the wall, which was directly torn apart and scattered to the ground.

Yan Wei's eyes widened, full of incredulity, he had tried many times, and he couldn't smash the clown at all.

The clown doesn't resist and lets him smash it, but he just can't smash people.

Wang Zun got it done with one hammer?

"Uncle, when you learn more, the back waves of the Yangtze River will push the front waves."

Wang Zun smiled, also very old-fashioned, and patted Yan Wei's shoulder.

The corners of Yan Wei's mouth twitched, "This is just a carrier of the clown, this thing, there are many here, what is your hammer?" ”

Yan Wei didn't lose face at all, and he had to get some face back.

Looking at the dean who was still tormented on the iron bed, the two had no intention of saving him, and left here directly.

Walking forward, you came to the last treatment room, which was as red as a beating heart.

"In this treatment room, the last patient is Fang Xiaoxiao!" Yan Wei said in a deep voice.

The two of them looked through the glass on the door, and they saw the same pattern, the same scene, a table, and various tools were placed on the table.

There was also an iron bed, which was stained with blood, and the hideous blood stains indicated that a desperate and angry man had once been lying on it.

Wang Zun didn't hesitate, he pushed the door directly in, and the bloody breath on his face stimulated his nerves.

The wall of flesh was throbbing, but it could be seen, and there were still painful scratches on it, desperate scratching.

Wang Zun had mixed feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to do, and the dean deserved to be tortured endlessly.

Yan Wei took a puff of cigarette, carried a big iron rod, and still led the way unhurriedly in front, without the slightest sense of tension or fear, but also, for a madman, what is terrible?

Further on, there is the key patient detention area, there are not many rooms, only nine, the introduction is that the patients held here are the most terrible in the madhouse, guarded by the director himself.

When Wang Zun walked forward, he saw Yan Wei's name on the door of a room again.

Surprised, puzzled, confused.

Isn't there a room for Yan Wei in the patient detention area on the fourth floor?

Why is there a Yan Wei here?

Is it possible that there are two Yan Wei?

There was a medical record on the ground, Wang Zun picked it up and opened it and looked at it.

Schizophrenia, split personality: has successfully split into a third personality, level 9 of madness!

There are not many records of Yan Wei here, but each one illustrates the seriousness of Yan Wei, as well as the terrible symptoms.

Wang Zun guessed that Yan Wei should have split out a third personality before he was sent to the fifth floor.

Yan Wei learned from his mouth that one of his personalities had self-destructed, of course, he couldn't believe all what the madman said, Wang Zun still maintained a certain vigilance.

In the key patient detention area, Yan Wei is not an ordinary patient.

Yan Wei didn't care, as if he didn't know the name, smoking his own cigarette, combing his big back, and looking impatient.

That's when it happened!

The sound of "click" sounded on the fifth floor, like the sound of a dog biting a bone, again and again, very loud and long, and it was impossible for people not to pay attention.

The two men walked out of the room, looked at each other, and each clenched his weapon.

Wang Zun wanted to quietly look forward, but Yan Wei didn't agree with his idea, and the bloodstained iron rod rubbed against the wall, swaggering forward, for fear that others would not know that he was coming.

Wang Zun was speechless, what he preferred was to be caught off guard and kill the other party by surprise.

However, Yan Wei is a madman, and any action can be understood.

The two of them came to a detention ward, the door had been torn down, and in the room where blood was gushing, there was a squatting figure.

The figure was blood-red, and the hospital gown on his body seemed to be stained with blood, so red that it was about to drip blood.

He squatted on the ground, his body shaking, and the sound of clicking came from him.

Wang Zun narrowed his eyes, thinking about how to go up, Yan Wei didn't think about it so much, he went up with a big iron rod, smoking a cigarette, and the momentum felt like killing through the sky.

The blood-colored figure didn't move, still crouching on the ground, as if it was holding something in its hands, or rather, eating something.

Yan Wei was also fierce, he squatted in front of others when he went up, and slapped them on the head a few times when he reached out.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Zun was dumbfounded, ashamed of himself, even more fearless than him, really not afraid of death!

"What are you eating?"

Yan Wei got started directly, and snatched something from someone's hand, it seemed to be a leg!

No, it should be said that it is the leg of a doll!

Wang Zun also went up, and when he saw it, the ghost thing was holding a clown puppet and was gnawing on it.

The "click" sound is the sound of biting the puppet.

Another clown doll!

Wang Zun took a breath, he was surprised that the other party was a white-eyed red-clothed ghost, here, this was already the second white-eyed, which was enough to show that this place was terrifying.

The ghost crouched on the ground, not taking the two of them in his eyes, and gnawing on the clown puppet in his hand.

"I'm Nima, I've given you face, right, I'm not polite at all, I'll greet you!"

Yan Wei is fearless, dry dry air, raise the big iron rod in his hand, and aim it at the head of the ghost, it is a stick!

"it!"

Wang Zun's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he was ashamed!

Without any hesitation, the big iron rod was smashed, and the head of the ghost thing was knocked off.

Yan Wei pounced on it like a tiger, and smashed the ghost thing again, as fierce as beating beef balls.

Wang Zun was dumbfounded, like an outsider, standing in place and watching, he had never seen such a fierce one, it was simply an eye-opener.

There was no doubt that the ghost thing was beaten into pulp again, and Wang Zun asked the big head and the little spirit to come out and absorb the power in it.

"Young people are not polite at all, uncle doesn't educate you, I don't know how many beatings you will suffer when you go out to society in the future, uncle, this is for your good!"

Yan Wei was indignant, but he was quite angry, took a cigarette and combed his big back.

Wang Zun: (°_°)

Everyone is like this, does there still have a chance to be beaten by society?

You don't give people this chance!

A white-eyed red-clothed ghost was gone, smashed alive by a madman.

It's also aggrieved.

Wang Zun never thought that the white-eyed red-clothed ghost would end up in such ashes.

Yan Wei threw away the cigarette butt on his mouth, lit a new cigarette, carried a big iron rod, and walked out with a swagger.

That arrogant and domineering look, I really don't know how to write dead words.

As soon as the two of them went out, Wang Zun's face trembled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, and the aisle where they came was full of ghosts, all of them were covered in bright red, from the staircase to the two of them more than ten meters away.

Without exception, they all lowered their heads, their bodies shook slightly, and the hospital gowns on their bodies were blood-red, some were wearing doctor's uniforms, some were wearing nurses' coats, without exception, they were all blood-red all over their bodies.

What's more, their eyes are glowing white, and some of them have a little blue light in their eyes!

Wang Zun's scalp was numb, and the task of death index A-level was really extraordinary.

There are less than seventy or eighty of these ghosts, like statues standing in place, completely blocking the way of retreat, and the water cannot be drained.

Wang Zun swallowed his saliva, so many white-eyed red-clothed ghosts, as well as white-eyed eyes that touched the blue-eyed level, he was also a little panicked, whether he could leave alive tonight was really a big question.

Since the advent of the thriller game master system, Wang Zun has really never been so heavy, and his breathing is a little short.

"Don't be afraid, they can't afford any wind and waves, with your uncle here, you won't lose a single hair!"

Yan Wei didn't think so, to be precise, he was accustomed to it, he should have faced such a situation many times.

Moreover, these things really have no intention of making a move for the time being, just blocking them.

"There is only a mother in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure, and if you put yourself into the arms of your mother, happiness is indispensable ......"

The faint singing sounded, ethereal and eerie, as if the song of a mad woman.

Wang Zun and Yan Wei glanced at each other and walked towards the open space in front of them!