How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Okay, stop pretending, it's just an illusion!"

Wang Heng stared at what he had seen on TV, his eyes no longer as cautious as before.

He originally thought that the bad old man teleported him back to his home the moment he walked in!

"what?"

In a corner of the room, someone seemed to be suspicious.

"My little friend seems to be quite capable. I won't show off too much, old man!"

In an instant, all the layout of the room disappeared.

Only the scenes that Wang Heng peeked out from the crack in the door were left, including the broken wooden table, wooden bed, and wooden chairs.

He was lying on a large wooden high chair.

His body was covered with dust, and his breath as he spoke stirred up dust on the wooden chair that was thicker than his skin.

The door of the wooden house was not closed, and the squirrel and the little wolf had fainted at some point.

"It's not good to treat guests like this, right?"

Wang Heng's eyebrows were beating with dissatisfaction.

If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have jumped up!

Let him sit on such a dirty chair! ?

"Hahahahaha, it's me who's rude, it's me who's rude!"

The old man seemed to have just discovered this problem. As soon as he finished speaking, all the dust suddenly floated up spontaneously, and then flew out in a line along the broken window.

Then a cup of hot and fragrant tea flew out from the kitchen and landed gently on the small table in front of Wang Heng.

The cup with tea was still missing a mouth...

"My dear friend, please have some tea."

Wang Heng looked at the cup and was very resistant. Who knows what this cup has experienced. Maybe the old man spit in it when he was here...

"Let me do it on my own. You won't even be able to satisfy the customer's demands, right?"

Wang Heng felt that he should be able to struggle.

"Of course!"

Wang Heng suddenly felt his body relax, and the power that had been imprisoning him finally disappeared.

He looked at the sleeping animals at the door and was about to stand up.

"My little friends, it's better not to do unnecessary things. I won't hurt them."

"Okay, then don't hurt me, I won't want to take a bite when I see your teacup!"

"..."

"Okay, let's talk business."

"You must be the last Spirit Controller."

Wang Heng spoke directly. He was talking like a rotten old man farting on the wrong side of the road. At first glance, he looked like a scholar who had failed the exam!

"...That's true."

The voice hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully.

"Did you do this ruins?"

"nature."

"How can a spirit master be so awesome?"

"My friend, why do you think I built this ruins?"

The voice didn't answer, but changed the topic.

Wang Heng is not in a hurry. Isn't this how he can talk well?

If this old man had just come out to ask this question when he entered the ruins, or if he was in the squirrel country and saw the squirrels living and working in peace and contentment, he suddenly emerged from the soil or shit and asked Wang Heng what he thought he was. What was the original intention of establishing the ruins?

Wang Heng might also think of the good things.

But I have seen a strange sea of ​​flowers, a demented old wolf, farmland that has lost its vitality, and river banks piled up with various fish.

He believed from the bottom of his heart that this ruins was definitely not a good place.

The old man's original intention of establishing the ruins could not have been for the survival of a group of unrelated squirrels.

"..."

Wang Heng didn't answer, just looked up at the hole in the wooden roof.

"I think based on what I know now, what I think, and my age, I probably can't understand it. I'll just tell you what I want..."

The old man was born about six hundred years ago.

My family was not poor at that time, but it was not rich either.

His family worked hard to get him to be admitted as a scholar, but he never got a chance to be a scholar.

From then on, everyone in the family died and left, and in the end he was the only one left.

Probably because of his mental breakdown, he packed up all the valuable things at home, went into the mountains and forests, and never cared about worldly affairs again.

But he accidentally became a son of the plane, obtained the Soul Controlling Pendant, experienced many bloody storms, and finally became an extremely powerful being of that era.

The spirit master has a long lifespan, but life is still limited.

His end is near.

"My heart aches when I think that there are so many beautiful things in this world but I can't participate in them."

When Wang Heng heard this—hey, this is another person who wants to borrow another five hundred years from heaven!

The next part will not be about young people who don’t know the beauty of the world. Let me help you feel it for the rest of your life...

Wang Heng was a little unsure, but also a little certain.

"Aren't you already alive to this day?"

"Hehehe..."

In the darkness, the old man smiled kindly.

"Clap, clap."

The sound of stumbling footsteps came from the kitchen.

Wang Heng turned around suddenly, and at some point, a thin, ghost-like shadow appeared behind him!

The hair was as stiff as weeds, and the roots seemed to be stuck to the head with glue. It was draped over the forehead in gray and jagged patterns.

There seems to be no fat or muscle on the body. There is a piece of skin on the bone frame, and the eyeballs are protruding on the head, and the eyelids can hardly be covered!

The only thing that catches the eye is the long gown, which is gray or green.

"You! You are a human or a ghost!"

Wang Heng rolled over and got up from the wooden chair, staring closely at the extremely old man!

"Can a spirit controller tell whether I am a human or a ghost?"

Not surprised, the old man sat down where Wang Heng had just done, took a sip of the tea that Wang Heng had not drunk, and then closed his eyes as if enjoying the temperature of the tea.

"Gudu!"

His large and abrupt Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he put the tea on the table.

"In order to live longer, I tried my best to get a small fragment from the Soul Controlling Pendant. With the fragment as the center, I stabilized the ruins..."

Wang Heng's pupils shrank suddenly!

The boss who ruined the Soul Controlling Pendant is this old man who is neither human nor ghost!

"Don't panic, little friend. I have no ill intentions towards you for the time being. It can even be said that I have some good feelings for you!"

The old man spoke with a smile.

"Don't have a bad impression of me. What's going on with the sea of ​​flowers, farmland and dead fish outside?"

"My little friend, you can't really think that I'm a kind person, right?"

"These lives I brought in from the outside naturally have a role. The vitality they form and escape from the ecological closed loop supports my life until now. However, in the past few decades, the energy of the ruins has begun to leak out.

Although I threw the Soul Controlling Pendant to the other side of the earth, it is really a pity that it returned to Wangjiacun after a long time..."

The old mummified man glanced at Wang Heng regretfully. Rather than looking at Wang Heng, he was looking at the spirit-controlling pendant on his chest.

"The outside world doesn't know what changes have taken place. Old man, my ruins are becoming more and more unstable. Originally, the Ripple Gate was closed, but finally it opened spontaneously..."