I studied beheading in a mental institution

【Unprovoked Cause】Medium.

Shen Longguan.

"I declare that the hunting god celebration... officially begins!" After Commander Lin's voice fell, roaring applause sounded from the venue.

Jia Shasha and Zhen Xiaoyi looked at the crimson figure, their palms were flushed with force, and fireworks burst out in the air, and under Wu Quan's control, they converged into the shape of the night watchman's badge, which aroused the amazement of all the night watchmen.

"Captain, captain...you eat less, your cheeks won't fit anymore." A member of the [Phoenix] team couldn't help persuading the "zombie" Xia Simeng who was frantically stuffing small cakes into his mouth. .

Xia Simeng still had that zombie makeup on her face, the word "job" was bright red on top of her head, and her mouth was already stuffed.

She glared at Commander Lin in the air angrily, "&#*&! @#@!!"

"...Captain, why don't you talk after eating?"

"I don't want to! Lin Papi won't give us a leave approval, so why not let me eat a few more snacks? Anyway, I'm done with the show, and I'm going to have a buffet here today! Don't stop me!"

Sitting cross-legged in front of the shop, Xia Simeng stuffed a small cake into her mouth again, and looked at Commander Lin in the sky full of resentment.

"..." The team member hesitated for a moment, and then said, "But the captain...that's not Commander Lin, Commander Lin is outside in charge of this karma, it's useless for you to stare at Monk Fate."

"Anyway, they all look the same, can't I let go of my hatred?"

"Go, go, go..."

"When I go back this time, I must find a way to get the holiday! No one can stop me!" Xia Simeng waved her fist firmly.

Over the venue, the voice of the broadcast sounded: "Next, Commander Lin will address everyone."

Monk Fate was wearing a crimson cloak, with a straight knife symbolizing the identity of the seventh commander on his waist. He glanced at the people below indifferently, and said sternly according to the manuscript Lin Qiye wrote for him:

"So far, the 'God of Hunting Project' has been launched for four years. During these four years, we have achieved fruitful results. The nine corpses behind me are not the end of the plan. The 'God of Hunting' is still going on..."

This 5-minute speech made Xia Simeng yawn several times, but it excited many young night watchmen below. They listened carefully from beginning to end, although more than half of them didn't quite understand. , but this does not prevent them from building self-confidence and goals.

Before the nine god corpses, the word "slaying gods", which they never even dared to think about, seems not so far away... Their spirits have already escaped from the city where they were originally, and came to a more vast and wonderful world.

A city needs a group of people to guard it, but the city itself should not be a cage for these people.

After this celebration, the spirit and vision of the younger generation of night watchmen will far exceed those of previous generations, and they will be continuously given motivation and confidence, which is unprecedented among night watchmen in the past.

"...I hope that you can all grow into the best night watchmen; but I hope that... you can become the last batch of night watchmen." The voice of monk Fate paused for a moment, and said the last sentence in the speech ,

"When one day, the world no longer needs the protection of night watchmen, it means that we have become the most successful generation."

The night watchmen below were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that thunderous applause resounded through the sky.

With the end of speeches, the celebration also came to an end.

Under the guidance of the staff, many night watchmen gradually moved towards the direction of the dock, but the fireworks on the wall of Shenlongguan not only did not stop, but became even more grand, as if to send them off.

The night watchmen boarded the ship, and with the sound of the whistle, their figures passed through the gate of Shenlongguan, and gradually headed towards the land.

They stood at the stern one after another, looking at the silver-white city that was gradually receding in the distance, their eyes full of longing and aftertaste.

Monk Fate stood on the edge of the city wall, seeing the ship go away, the crimson cloak on his back gradually faded to nothingness, and disappeared into midair...

At the same time, the many human ceilings and human gods standing behind him also turned into nothingness, as if they had never existed.

Among the many phantoms, only Wu Quan walked out slowly and let out a long sigh of relief:

"it is finally over……"

"Monk, we performed really hard this time, right? When we go back, can we intercede with Lin Pa... Commander Lin and ask him to grant us a day off?" Xia Simeng, wearing a golden cloak, flew to Monk Fate and asked road.

Monk Fate glanced at her, and said calmly, "When you glared at me, you really worked hard."

"Forehead……"

"Let's go, this period of karma that never existed, it's time to end."

As the fateful monk's voice fell, the world around them faded and became blurred, and threads of cause and effect floated out of their bodies, extending to the nothingness in the distance...

……

East China Sea.

Lin Qiye, who was holding [Unreasonable Cause] in his forehand, slowly opened his eyes.

Hundreds of causal threads floated out from his palm and returned to the body of the sleeping night watchman behind him. At the same time, Monk Fate, Wu Quan, and the [Phoenix] team came from a distance one after another.

"Thank you everyone." Lin Qiye smiled slightly.

Hearing these words, Xia Simeng's eyes lit up, "You think I've worked hard too! Don't you! Then..."

"Xia Simeng, did you finish the [-]-word self-criticism that you forged a false note last time?" Before Xia Simeng finished speaking, Lin Qiye spoke leisurely.

Xia Simeng shook her body, laughed dryly twice, scratched her head and said:

"I'm suddenly a little worried about the situation at other borders... I'll lead a team to inspect it first, so you can talk slowly."

After the words fell, Xia Simeng gave many members of the [Phoenix] team behind him a look, and at the same time turned into a few golden streamers and disappeared into the sky.

Monk Fate threw the straight knife in his hand to Lin Qiye, and said calmly:

"How's the situation?"

"One came from the northern border, and was imprisoned by the four of them. They probably couldn't escape. There were two on the southern border. Brother Yan had already beaten one seriously, and the other had a lot of tricks and was already in the mist. fled."

"Then I'll go help first."

Wu Quan immediately set off and rushed straight to the southern border.

With his departure, the ship became quiet again. Lin Qiye sat on the bow with a straight knife in his hand, and looked back at the many night watchmen who were sleeping on their backs, with a faint smile on his lips.

"The next step is the most critical step." Monk Fate clasped his hands together and stood beside Lin Qiye.

"Yeah." Lin Qiye nodded, "Whether you can beat the tiger in the mountain, it depends on this one time."

On the deck next to him, Zhen Xiaoyi and Jia Shasha were soundly asleep, their eyelashes trembling slightly, as if they were about to wake up soon.