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

Speaking of this, Wang Li and Chen Qiuyue were a little excited. Fangyuan quickly comforted:

"Don't worry too much. Many children will suffer from mental stress when they are in their senior year of high school. It's just that Hengheng's symptoms seem to be a bit severe. Don't worry, I will do my best!"

Fangyuan held Wang Li's hand tightly, as if to give him some comfort. Wang Li held Chen Qiuyue's hand tightly, his eyes full of encouragement:

"Don't worry, Heng Heng will definitely get through it! And we are still young. At worst, we will have another child to support Heng Heng!"

Now that there is a possibility that the tuba will be scrapped, the plan to train the trumpet will be put on the agenda. Although Wang Li is sad in his heart, the living still need to continue on...

"Hey! You guys... I didn't say anything really happened to Heng Heng!"

Seeing that something was gradually wrong with the expressions of the two people, Fangyuan quickly called out a warning.

You must know that Wang Heng's symptoms are just auditory hallucinations. With some rescue, he can still survive strongly in this warm society.

Fangyuan felt that the couple should also check, but it was not appropriate to say it in this situation. After all, if the whole family came in, no one would pay the medical bills...

He planned to wait for Wang Heng to recover, and then use Wang Heng to help the couple in front of him and let them come to the hospital for a comprehensive examination!

......

After a unilateral discussion between Fangyuan and Wang Li and his wife, Wang Heng decided not to go home for the time being.

That night, Wang Heng stayed at Beishan No. 3 Hospital. Later, Wang Li and Chen Qiuyue would send him his clothes, daily necessities, books, etc., and of course, the cactus that Wang Heng strongly requested...

Putting him in a tight siege, this cactus will have to peel off its skin even if it doesn't die!

Of course, Wang Heng also resisted, but the resistance was of no use. It only deepened his parents' guilt about his illness and provided evidence for Fangyuan's prediction that he "may have violent tendencies"...

Although the world is beautiful, life is still very difficult. Wang Heng lay quietly on the big bed in his exclusive ward, looking at the pothos on the window sill and lost in thought.

Fangyuan gave the green radish on his table to Wang Heng, saying that having a friend he knew would help him adapt to the environment here faster.

Who is this green yet somewhat wilted Pothos friend?

Who is the psychopath? ?

I guess Fangyuan just couldn't stand a plant that looked down on the bald old man showing its power on his desk.

Green Luo continued to shout like a chatterbox, but the content of the shout changed from thirsty to:

"Why did you change my place? I want to go back, I want to go back!"

"Sure enough, you and Uncle Fang are truly in love?"

Wang Heng murmured in a low voice. He was still thinking about why such an outrageous thing happened to him.

Wang Heng, who grew up under the red flag and lived in a sea of ​​red, had a doubt about science for the first time.

"I want to go back! I want to go back!"

Green Luo's unwilling voice still kept calling.

"You want to go back? I fucking want to go back too!"

Angry, Wang Heng picked up the pillow and threw it at the pothos on the window sill. The potho's eyes were darkened and he didn't dare to say anything more.

Outside the door, Fang Yuan, who was about to open the door and go in to say a few words of comfort to Wang Heng, silently retracted his hand and wrote down in the small notebook he carried with him, "You are more likely to be irritable and restless in a strange environment, and auditory hallucinations are more serious when you are alone." ..."

The sound of slight footsteps gradually faded away. Wang Heng didn't know that just because of this pillow, Fangyuan's estimate of his condition became even more pessimistic.

The green radish on the window sill was quiet for a while and then started to have fun again. Wang Heng felt helpless and didn't bother to pay more attention to it. He would just cut it off at the waist tomorrow.

Wang Heng, who was lying on the bed, reached out and took out a pendant from his collar. It was strung by a certain old man with a white beard...

He found it in the storage room at home when he was bored. It looked pretty, so he put it around his neck.

The pendant is blood red in color and has the shape of a wolf tooth.

It was crystal clear, and there was a blood thread-like object wrapping something in the center, like the blood thread wrapping the yolk of an egg that had just begun to grow. It seems to be pregnant with something.

Wang Heng placed the pendant in front of his eyes. The moonlight passing through the pendant showed a faint blood red color. The red light reflected on Wang Heng's face, making the scene a bit strange.

Suddenly, the originally faint red light gradually focused on Wang Heng's face, and the blood-red light like a laser beam hit Wang Heng's left eye directly!

"Fuck!"

Wang Heng's body shook suddenly, but he found that he could no longer move!

"Your uncle!"

Weird things never stopped happening on this day. First, I could hear animals talking and was sent to a mental hospital by my enthusiastic parents.

Then there was still something wrong with the moon in the mental hospital. She was waiting here to give him a surprise, allowing him to experience the helplessness and sadness of a plant that couldn't move...

Wang Heng opened his eyes without tears and could only open and close his mouth slightly. His left eye seemed to be opened by the strange red light and could not be closed at all.

His left eye was already blurry with tears due to the stimulation of the bright light, and his right eye was closed with a ferocious expression. The room was eerily quiet. At this time, Wang Heng looked like a real psychopath.

"呲呲~"

A burst of green smoke came out of Wang Heng's left eye.

"Am I going blind!?"

Wang Heng's last consciousness gradually became blurry. In the hazy moment, he seemed to see a woman in ancient costume flying out of the pendant.

With a smile on his face, the woman had already taken off all his clothes.

"Hey, don't, it's cold today, you can just put the quilt on me and take it off again!"

Hearing Wang Heng's muttering, the woman in ancient costume smiled mischievously, and finally helped Wang Heng cover him with the quilt.

A pair of slender and transparent hands actually passed through the sheets and groped Wang Heng's body lightly.

The small hand paused for a moment on Wang Heng's lower abdomen, and then moved forward without a trace of hesitation...

Some black material transferred from Wang Heng's body to the woman's hands. The woman compressed the black material into a small ball and threw it out of the window.

......

In the chaos of consciousness, Wang Heng had a dream. He dreamed that a beautiful girl took off his clothes, insulted his innocence, and then turned into a stream of smoke and escaped into the pendant on his chest.

The name of the pendant was engraved in Wang Heng's mind as if he was born with it——

The spirit pendant!

Wang Heng woke up suddenly!

"Fuck!"

"Huhuhu~"

Heavy breathing sounded in the quiet room. The moon had disappeared from the window for some time, but the sun was not visible either.

"It turned out to be just a dream!"

Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest with both hands, and made a crisp "pop" sound of skin contact——

"This is not a dream!"

He stood up suddenly and saw that the clothes on his body had been neatly folded on the chair beside him at some point, and there was nothing on him.

Fortunately, he was covered with a white quilt, otherwise he would definitely catch a cold on this winter night.

"So, my pure body was really defiled by a girl?"

While Wang Heng was getting dressed, he felt the desolation of the world. How much desolation in the world would he experience in just one day?