Looking at it now, people from the outside world must not be able to count on it, so they can only rely on themselves.

Zhang Cuicui has been here for three years, and I have a whim, and I took out a replica of the Seven Star Life Renewal Lamp from my storage bag.

"Have you ever seen this thing?"

Zhang Cuicui stared at the Seven Star Life-Continuation Lantern for a long time, and suddenly patted her head, "I remember, I seem to have seen something similar on the booth in the dean's office."

"Mr. Zhuge , who are you and where did you get these things!?"

I hesitated for a long time and said vaguely, "You can understand that we and you are not people of the same world, and we have many powers that you cannot understand."

Zhang Cuicui suddenly remembered something, "In other words, what the woman said just now was true, not mentally ill!"

"That's nature."

At this moment, the Blood Bodhisattva sat up from the bed and said with an arrogant expression, "I have killed not a thousand, but eight hundred, and the slaughter of the Xingtai Mental Rehabilitation Center is not a problem."

The Blood Bodhisattva is purely pulling calves and pretending to be garlic.

Since she was born, she has engaged in a large-scale missionary activity, and I have ruined it.

That time, not many people died.

It stands to reason that the Blood Bodhisattva does need a lot of killings to be able to improve its strength.

But the Blood Bodhisattva plundered Yangma's luck and didn't kill many people.

Even those who died at the hands of the Blood Bodhisattva were not as many as those who died at my hands.

I don't believe it, Zhang Cuicui can take it seriously.

She was so excited that she knelt down on the Blood Bodhisattva's knees and kowtowed respectfully three times, "Lord Goddess, please kill all the managers of the Xingtai Mental Rehabilitation Center!"

"They colluded and killed an unknown number of people!"

The Blood Bodhisattva's eyes narrowed slightly, "Goddess, I like this name. Little girl, for your sake, I'll help you once."

"But...... How are you going to repay me?"

Zhang Cuicui said, "As long as you can do it, I am willing to sacrifice my own blood!"

The Blood Bodhisattva's eyes lit up, and he licked the corners of his mouth greedily.

I glanced coldly at the Blood Bodhisattva, "If you dare to harm someone in front of me, believe it or not, I'll kill you first?"

The Blood Bodhisattva was unimpressed, "I know that I can't beat you in my physical state. But you're willing to kill me and the little girl Yangma?"

I paused and said, "I don't dare to kill you, but for the next two days, I can make you not have a mouthful of food."

"You!"

The Blood Bodhisattva glared at me angrily, then twitched the corners of his mouth instead and made a smiling appearance, "Hehe, just kidding."

"I've become an earth fairy, how can I be interested in the blood of a little girl."

The so-called earth immortal of the evil spirit is the realm of the monk of the cultivator.

The Blood Bodhisattva lay lazily on the bed, "Come, pinch my shoulder."

Zhang Cuicui honestly leaned over and pinched his waist and legs for the Blood Bodhisattva, and the Blood Bodhisattva did not forget to brag about his glorious history.

I didn't bother to pay attention to the Blood Bodhisattva's boasting, but I was thinking about how I could sneak into the dean's office and get my hands on the seven-star life-sustaining lamp.

The evil spirits enshrined in the Xingtai Mental Rehabilitation Center can only be activated by the power of the seven-star life-sustaining lamp.

I take away the Seven Star Life Renewal Lamp, and I will naturally be able to regain my strength.

When the time comes, wanting to leave the Xingtai Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center is not just a matter of thought.

The time passed quickly, and at half past eight in the morning of the third day, footsteps were heard outside the door.

I hurriedly instructed the Blood Bodhisattva, "I don't care how you pretend to be a calf, but you must not interfere with my plans!"

"When you go out later, remember to be honest and don't always find fault to attract attention!"

The Blood Bodhisattva made a reluctant expression, "Got it."

A bodyguard with five big and three thick guards entered the door with a roll call, and said with a fierce face: "From today on, the male is called No. 32, and the female is called No. 33!"

"With us, there are no names, only numbers, you know!?"

I honestly replied, "Yes."

The Blood Bodhisattva held her neck silently, and I kicked her from behind, and she said weakly, "Understood."