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

After a day of leisurely rest, Wang Heng's physical strength has recovered a lot. Now he is fully able to complete the spiritual infusion for Yan Qing!

Thinking about it, he was still a little excited, but Wang Heng then thought about it. Yan Qing was a registered superpower. Now that he suddenly disappeared, it would be impossible for people in the superpower bureau not to pay attention if they knew about it.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng's heart sank. The supernatural power bureau can make people with the strength of Yan Qing and Zhao Feng extremely fearful. Naturally, it is impossible not to have some means of tracking.

He was not in a hurry to imbue his spirit, after all, the night was still very long.

Fangyuan is very responsible. If Yan Qing is not found by tomorrow, he will probably directly use his connections to ask the police to open a case for investigation. After all, the situation in the mental hospital is special, and Yan Qing's identity when he came in was not ordinary.

After gathering his thoughts, Wang Heng planned to go out and arrange the scene.

Turn over and go down the window, jump to the grass downstairs.

There were obviously more than double the number of security guards on night patrol tonight than usual.

With the cover of night and the reminders of various spiritual creatures, Wang Heng cleverly avoided the inspection and went straight to the artificial lake.

The area around the artificial lake was already surrounded by warning strips sent by Fangyuan. Wang Heng took out an object that looked like a magic pestle from his arms. It turned out to be the barrier formation used by Zhao Feng to cover up his voice when he fought with Yan Qing last night.

He pressed the button on the pestle, and a ripple of energy spread from the pestle, and fog rose around him. Wang Heng placed the pestle on the landscape stone and walked towards the artificial lake.

The artificial lake is not far from the outer wall of the hospital. There is a very low place. That place is one of the escape routes planned by Wang Heng, but it is currently out of use.

Wang Heng used rattan to make a pair of shoes about the same size as Yan Qing, then put them on his feet and walked toward the low corner of the wall.

While passing through a small forest, Wang Heng deliberately tore off some thin branches and leaves, and used unprofessional techniques to cover his whereabouts.

This kind of concealment cannot be seen by ordinary people, but professionals can see through it with just one glance.

The footsteps disappeared in front of the wall, and Wang Heng used a light curtain to wrap some water from the artificial lake and pour it around the wall, creating some traces of the battle on the wall.

In this way, a picture of escaping late at night, encountering enemies and fighting, and the fighting from the mental hospital to outside the hospital is revealed.

After everything was arranged, the light curtain enveloped Wang Heng, and another light curtain rolled up the pestle on the landscape stone and flew towards Wang Heng. Then the light curtain lifted off the ground, and Wang Heng floated back in the air.

Wang Heng, who returned to the ward, took Yan Qing out of the spirit pendant. Yan Qing still looked stupid, but Wang Heng naturally didn't care about this. Bloody light burst out from his left eye, completely covering Yan Qing.

Then Wang Heng experienced the old man's groaning attack again, and the spirit was successfully infused!

The mark of controlling the spirit flashed across Yan Qing's forehead, and Yan Qing immediately lay down in front of Wang Heng and called his master. Wang Heng was too lazy to pay attention and directly called Zhao Feng to teach him the moral qualities and etiquette that an old man should have.

Zhao Feng had experienced Wang Heng's inquiry last night and naturally understood what Wang Heng cared about.

He asked Lu Luo to write the paper, while Yan Qing honestly reported all his bank card passwords, Bounty Hall account passwords, and other assets, and Lu Luo recorded them one by one.

Yan Qing does not have such considerable wealth as Zhao Feng. After all, Yan Qing is just one person, while Zhao Feng has an entire family making money...

At this time, Wang Heng's mind had sunk into the imprinted left eye. There was a blue vein next to the light spot formed by Zhao Feng, which looked like water flow. This was the reflection of Yan Qing's ability in Wang Heng's eyes.

Gently stirring the blue veins, the veins gradually connected end to end and turned into a blue ring, surrounding Zhao Feng's light spot, like Saturn and its rings.

"Is it true that you two are truly in love?"

Wang Heng's mouth twitched, and there was a chill in his heart that was hard to get rid of.

Withdrawing his mind from his left eye, Wang Heng felt that he had a sense of intimacy with all the water elements around him, similar to the intimacy he had with spiritual objects.

Whether it’s the water in a cup, the water contained in pothos and cactus, or the water element contained in the blood of your own body!

"What the hell?!"

Wang Heng was a little shocked that he could control the water in the human body, so why didn't Yan Qing use this to interfere with Zhao Feng when he was fighting?

If you can control the water in a person's body, what if you can directly extract all the water in the human body? ?

Don’t people just become people and do it?

Wang Heng quickly pulled Yan Qing, who was still memorizing his personal account information, over to ask.

Yan Qing is also a thief. He has dozens of anonymous cards overseas. No one else is so cautious!

"Master...well, sir, I can't control the water element in living things. Although I can sense it, when I want to control it, I always feel like there is something blocking it..."

"Can't you control the water in living things?"

Wang Heng focused his eyes on the cactus on the window sill, and the cactus suddenly shivered in a humane manner!

"Master, master, you, what are you looking at..."

"Hoho, it's nothing. I just suddenly felt that you have been of no use except making a few fruit plates for me since I gave you a spirit. Now it's time for you to show your worth."

"Don't, don't, Master, I, I...ah!"

Wang Heng was too lazy to pay attention to the cactus. As soon as he thought about it, a small faucet seemed to be installed on the spikes on the surface of the cactus, and streams of clear green pulp flowed out of its body.

Two canes of pothos were spread out on the left and right, pretending to be helpless, but seeing that his companion was really miserable, he picked up the watering can on the table and watered the cactus...

"Ah ah ah, help, I'm about to be sucked dry, I'm about to be sucked dry, sister Qingyi, please advise the master~~"

In fact, the damage to the cactus was not great. Wang Heng's men were naturally merciful when he extracted the juice. There were pothos watering the cactus on the side. The cactus itself was strengthened by Wang Heng when he was infused with spirit. This little juice was just a sprinkling of water.

When the color of the juice from the cactus began to become a little lighter, Wang Heng stopped extracting it.

A clear green water ball floats in the air, and under the moonlight, it has a fresh and refreshing beauty.

"Wow~"

The juice was poured into the cup in front of Wang Heng. He picked it up and took a sip. It had a sweet and sour aroma and tasted good.

The prickly pear finally has a second function after the fruit plate - juice extractor!

The remaining juice was not wasted, some flowed into the kettle for storage, and the remaining juice was divided into two in the air and distributed to the cactus and pothos.

"Brother, you taste good~"

Lu Luo teased.

"roll!"

The cactus retorted weakly, absorbing its lost body fluids again...

Wang Heng glanced at Qingyi in the air with some regret. It would be great if Qingyi could also eat things in reality...

Qingyi saw the regret in Wang Heng's eyes and understood how much Wang Heng cared about her. She smiled warmly. Under the moonlight, Wang Heng actually felt like an angel was by his side.

[Author's digression]: Please add a bookshelf! ! !ヽ(ー_ー)ノ