I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Wang Mian took a deep breath, "Attention everyone, the countdown is suspended, three, two..."

Before the words fell, Wang Mian's body suddenly trembled, and his whole body froze in place!

The other team members were all ready to attack, but when they saw Wang Mian stopped, they all stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Whirlpool asked.

Wang Mian's hand holding the handle of the knife was unconsciously clenched, and after a while, he slowly loosened it...

"I don't know either." He shook his head, "But I always feel... something bad happened."

……

Shangjing City.

The 006 squad of the Night's Watch is stationed.

Shao Pingge, who was sitting bored behind the desk and having fun, yawned lazily.

Opposite him, Yuan Gang was lying in front of a pile of documents, eagerly writing.

"Sleepy?" Seeing this scene, Yuan Gang asked quietly.

"Sleepy." Shao Pingge replied honestly.

"Sleepy, do you want to sleep?"

Shao Pingge frowned, "This...isn't it good? After all, you are helping me with my work, and I'm sleeping in front of you..."

"Do you still know that this is your job?!" Yuan Gang glared at him, and slapped it on the table, "It's been an afternoon! I'm here to help you change the file, and you've been hitting me all afternoon. yawn... won't your heart ache?"

Shao Pingge was silent for a moment, "My heart is fine."

Yuan Gang: ...

Seeing Yuan Gang's face darken visible to the naked eye, Shao Pingge coughed twice, and was about to save the brotherhood when his finger slipped suddenly.

The steel funnel flying around his fingertips fell down.

Snapped--!

The steel box fell to the ground, smashed the cover of the box and made a notch, then rolled up and hit the darkness in the corner of the room before slowly stopping.

Looking at this steel gun, Shao Pingge was stunned in place.

……

Great summer, foggy frontier.

Commemorative wore a cape, leaned on the front of the supercar, put his hands in the pockets of the cape, looked at the huge and magnificent wall of fog in front of him, and wondered what he was thinking.

Suddenly, she frowned, and subconsciously turned her head to look in a certain direction.

Doubt appeared in her eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, she still sat in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and amidst the humming sound of the engine, she crashed into the seemingly endless fog and disappeared without a trace.

……

In the Buddha Hall.

The six heroic spirits stared blankly at the black-clothed figure standing in front of the coffin, their eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

The man turned his back to the black coffin and looked at Ye Fan who was sitting in the center of the hall. He was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

"...that's how it happened."

After Li Kengqiang explained everything in front of him to him, he closed his mouth.

After a long time, in the dead hall, the man spoke slowly:

"I see.

thank you all……"

He turned around stiffly, stepped forward, and walked towards the gate of the Buddhist hall in a daze.

The midday sun poured through the crack of the door, casting his back on the ground of the main hall, making him appear unprecedentedly lonely and desolate.

Squeak-!

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall, and the dazzling sunlight entered the hall. He stood there for a long time under the light, two lines of tears slipped from his cheeks, and dripped onto the bluestone road under his feet...

He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them, and left the Buddhist hall alone.

After he left, the six heroic spirits looked in the direction of his departure silently, and did not speak for a long time.

Finally, Wang Qing was the first to break the silence.

"I don't understand... how can a quarter of the soul be so strong?"

In the middle, Huo Qubing, who was wearing armor, stared at the direction he was leaving, and said slowly:

"That's not a quarter soul.

That was a complete... Red Dust Sword Immortal. "

"But shouldn't he be transformed? Why is his soul still intact?" Tang Yusheng was also puzzled.

Huo Qubing lowered his head and looked at the ground, the black skirt that was originally used to wrap Liuli's heart...

"Perhaps something else happened that we don't know about."

Chapter 585

Outside the Buddha Hall.

"What was that movement just now?" Lu Wuwei looked at the Buddhist temple with a frown and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." Guan Zai shook his head, looked at Zuo Qing who was beside him, "What do you mean by saying that he is changing my brother's life?"

Zuo Qing turned his back to them, stared at the gate of the Buddhist temple, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealed deep sadness and pain, and did not answer this question.

He knew that Ye Fan had succeeded.

Squeak-!

The door of the Buddha Hall slowly opened, and a black-clothed figure stood behind the door, looking up at the golden sun in the sky, like a statue of a god who escaped from the world, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, dripping gently on the ground.

On his chest, a glass-colored heart was shining.

Seeing that face, Lu Wuwei and Guan Zai froze in place at the same time.

Guan Zai stared at him blankly, unprecedented shock appeared in his eyes, his body trembled uncontrollably...

"Didn't you say...he's dead?" Guan Yu said hoarsely.

Zuo Qing didn't speak.

Guan Zai came back to his senses, quickly stepped on the last step, and ran towards the figure in front of the Buddhist hall, this time, Zuo Qing didn't stop him.

"Brother Zhou Ping!" He shouted at the figure.

Zhou Ping turned his head slightly. Under the sun, guilt and sadness were written on his tear-stained face.

"Brother Guan Zai..."

Guan Zui ran up to him, with a sincere smile on his face, "Brother Zhou Ping, it's great that you're fine!"

Zhou Ping was stunned for a long time, and there was a bitterness in his eyes.

He shook his head and said:

"Brother Guan Zai... Right now, I want to be alone."

Shut in a daze.

Zhou Ping raised his right foot and stepped gently across the threshold of the Buddha Hall. A faint sword glow flashed across the space, and he disappeared in place.

Guan Zai stood there in a daze. After Zhou Ping left, his eyes followed the gate of the Buddha Hall and looked inside...

In the majestic and grand Buddhist hall, the figures of the six heroic spirits have disappeared.

There was only a golden Buddha body with eyes closed and smiling, sitting quietly on the ground, without any vitality.

The closed pupils suddenly contracted!

……

Xijin City.

Sanjiu's native restaurant.

The black-clothed figure stepped out of nothingness step by step, and stood at the door of this small, old earthen restaurant.

This local restaurant is located on the edge of the alley, the signboard has been yellowed due to the wind and the sun, and the menu pasted at the door is also tattered. Fortunately, the reputation of this restaurant is not bad in the eyes of regular customers, even though the location is remote. There are still customers willing to eat here occasionally.

The store doors are open.Standing under the steps of the store entrance, Zhou Ping could clearly hear several customers in the store chatting and laughing, saying what awards his children got at school yesterday, and the bricks on the construction site were extremely hot today, and he planned to take his wife and children there in a few days. Eating out in the city center, but unfortunately I don't have any tickets in my pocket yet...

There is a strong aroma of vegetables in the air, which is the pungent aroma of stir-fried green peppers and minced garlic, that is the sweet and greasy aroma of rock sugar mixed with oil, that is the delicious aroma of fried onions... These aromas are related to the gossip of the guests Mixed together, they exude a unique and reassuring air.

This is the breath of the market, this is the breath of the world of mortals.

This is his home.

Zhou Ping stood under the steps, looking at the third uncle who was busy cooking and serving dishes in the shop, feeling complicated and heavy in his heart.

The third uncle had just served a plate of fried pork with onions to the guests, when he turned around, he saw Zhou Ping standing under the steps like an idiot, and raised his eyebrows.

"You kid, do you still know how to come back?" Uncle San grinned.

Zhou Ping opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that Zhou Ping was motionless, the third uncle clicked his tongue.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly at the door? Come in and help! There are a lot of guests today. Third Uncle, I have been the boss, the cook, and the waiter during this period of time. I am so busy."

The third uncle wiped his greasy hands on the apron, walked down the steps quickly, grabbed Zhou Ping's wrist, and walked into the shop.

While walking, he babbled and complained:

"You asked me for a month's leave at that time. It's been a few months? I thought you didn't plan to come back. Let me tell you first. The salary for these few months... I I want to deduct 200 yuan from you!"

"Also, the guy you found to replace you with the surname Ye is not reliable! After helping here for a month, he actually ran away secretly... The dishes can't be cleaned, and the floor can't be swept. Clean, don't know what else to do...