After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

The experimental subjects rioted today, and many colleagues were eaten. Woohoo, so happy! It would be best if there were only two people left: me and the dean, that would be great! The experimental subjects are also serious, why are they rioting? What an honor it is to be able to participate in such a great experiment!

The dean obviously treats each of you as his own children. Are you doing this worthy of the dean?

Sure enough, only I can understand the greatness of the dean. Those stupid people say that the dean is a devil. They are really stupid! The dean is the kindest person in the world! Everything he does is to save the world.

Save everyone!

It is impossible for human beings to defeat Weirdness. If we want to save mankind, we can only transform people into Weirdness. The other side is the final destination of mankind.

Use the human soul to control the strange body! Opening up an era of strangeness for all people and allowing everyone to join in this glorious evolution. Every time I think of the dean's ideal, it makes people tremble with excitement.

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Kangkang, this disobedient little brat, is clamoring all day long to become the dean’s weapon. He’s so annoying. If I had known better, I wouldn’t have shown him cartoons. Hum, I’ll give him two more injections today.

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I took a photo with the dean today! Ahhhh! ! ! I almost passed out with joy!

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Seeing the words "group photo", Fang Xiu's heart moved. He quickly turned the trash can upside down, shook it, and a large pile of garbage fell out. He rummaged carefully and finally found a photo that had been torn into pieces.

Slowly put it together, and finally restored it to its original appearance.

The picture shows a young woman wearing a white coat, happily holding her arm with a man also wearing a white coat.

The woman was short and petite, and her white coat looked a little bloated on her body. She looked pure and cute. She was very excited, her cheeks were red, and she was holding up her scissor hands.

The man is about 30 years old. He is also wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses. He has a gentle smile, an elegant temperament, and squinted eyes, giving him the impression of a kind and honest elder.

Fang Xiu stared closely at the man in the photo.

Director of Qingshan Mental Hospital, Zhou Qingfeng!

Just looking at the photo, it is impossible to tell that this is a man who has created so many cruel and strange things. He feels more like an elegant scholar.

Just when Fang Xiu wanted to put the photo away, something strange happened.

Zhou Qingfeng on the photo actually became blurry, and the portrait continued to fade, as if there was some mysterious power trying to erase it.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, immediately took out his phone and took a photo.

After the photo was taken, Zhou Qingfeng disappeared completely in the photo, leaving only the woman in the white coat.

Fang Xiu looked at the photo album on his phone, and found that Zhou Qingfeng was not there either.

It's as if this person doesn't exist in the world at all.

How is this going?

Erasing one's own existence?

He looked at the paper again, and sure enough, all the fonts on it disappeared out of thin air.

This method made Fang Xiu instantly think of the bloody words on the ceiling of his house. Don't let them know that you can see it!

The same was true for the blood letter. After I saw it, it mysteriously disappeared, as if it had been erased by some kind of power.

Is it...

Was the word in blood left by Zhou Qingfeng?

Maybe the so-called gift left to Tianming does not refer to Yang Ming, but to himself?

At this moment, Fang Xiu suddenly felt that he might be trapped in a huge conspiracy, and that there was a black hand behind the scenes controlling everything.

Why did the mysterious realm of Qingshan Mental Hospital appear where he used to work, instead of elsewhere?

coincide? Or is it carefully arranged?

Fang Xiu frowned, but after a moment he felt something was wrong, because the order given by Spades AK was obviously to ensure that Yang Ming got the gift, not himself.

Moreover, if Dean Zhou Qingfeng is really behind the scenes, his strength has already reached an unimaginable level.

Time travel and death reversion, these two things alone are beyond the scope of human power. This is not something that a spiritual master can do at all. This is the domain of gods.

If Zhou Qingfeng had a strength comparable to that of a god, then his ideal would have been achieved long ago, and the whole people would have become strange. Why should he be so mysterious and conduct experiments?

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu had already concluded that the person who left the blood mark was probably not Zhou Qingfeng. If the other party was really that powerful, he would have conquered the whole world.

Who will be the one who left the blood mark?

No matter who it is, such an existence is definitely far beyond imagination.

Sometimes Fang Xiu even wonders, is there a possibility that this bloody word was left by his future self?

The ability to rewind after death is obviously time retrieval, which has touched the realm of time.

If as my strength becomes stronger, one day in the future I will be able to completely control the ability to revert to death, that is, to go back in time, will I be able to leave reminders to my past self?

After a while, Fang Xiu stopped thinking wildly, because no matter how much he thought, it was useless. Without strength, everything was just talk.

When he stands at the top one day, all the mysteries will be solved, and there will be no secrets for him in this world.

He put down the paper and left the office, turning back and still following him step by step, the cold feeling following him like a shadow.

Of course, it is worth mentioning that Fang Xiu walked out of the office backwards to prevent his neck from being twisted.

As long as you don't turn around, you can change directions when moving, such as to the right or to the left. You can also turn if you want to, but not too much. Move your body little by little, and don't look like you are turning back. Just pretend.

Apart from that, having a ghost hanging on your body actually doesn't have any impact. You don't need to turn on the air conditioner in summer.

Fang Xiu continued to move forward, and soon there were dense footsteps not far behind him.

Then there was Yang Ming's voice.

"Fuck! Another trick!"

It turned out that Yang Ming and others got rid of the tricky hand and followed.

Since Huitougui was tall and followed Fang Xiu, Fang Xiu's body was completely blocked.

So much so that Yang Ming and others only saw Hui Jui.

"Don't worry about this trick, keep moving forward." Fang Xiu's voice sounded from the looking trick.

Yang Ming: "Damn it! This one told us to leave it alone!"

"Idiot!" Bai Qi gave him a disdainful look, and then walked towards Huitou.

As the distance grew closer, he quickly saw Fang Xiu standing in front of Huitui.

Even though Bai Qi had experienced many strange events, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene. One person and one person stood close to each other, and they got along with each other in unexpected harmony.

Others also came over and were secretly amazed when they saw this scene.

"Brother Xiu, what's going on with you? Are you a new bodyguard?"

Fang Xiu looked at a few people and found that Huitui did not appear behind them. He already understood in his heart that it seemed that Huitui only killed one person at a time, and only after killing one person would he choose the next target.

"Let's go."

Fang Xiu didn't explain and walked directly forward.

Although the other people were curious, they didn't ask any more questions and walked forward.

At this time, Ma Xingbang suddenly stopped.

"Wait a minute, there is an office here. If there are any clues about the mental hospital, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Yang Ming and others looked at Fang Xiu, seeming to be waiting for his opinion.

People with the ability to predict the future are like brains no matter what kind of team they are in, and they have long been accustomed to this.