I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Lin Qiye climbed up the mountain step by step with Yugong Qinghui, the sky in the distance gradually dimmed, the deep forest in the mountain became darker and darker, and the deserted tombs that happened to pass by around it also became gloomy.

Of course, it is impossible for such an environment to have any impact on Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki.

Even if something unclean really jumped out, they didn't mind drawing their swords and being a ghost killing team.

The two walked along the mountain road for a long time, passing one after another cemetery, and when the badges on their waists were slightly shining, they finally saw a few rays of light in the depths of the forest in front of them.

It was a small old Japanese-style house with a large area, but it looked very old. The dark gray outer wall surrounded the whole old house. The walls were full of dense cobwebs and cracks, with a few strands The light came from the room behind the wall, floating in the dark night sky, against the backdrop of the surrounding deep forest, it inexplicably added a sense of weirdness.

This place doesn't look like a place where normal people live...

Lin Qiye and Yugong Qinghui walked to the door, the latter reached out and knocked on the door lightly, after a long while, the door slowly opened.

A burly figure wrapped in black cloth, with sunken eyes, haggard like a zombie stood behind the door, with a long gray knife hanging from his waist. The moment Lin saw his face, Lin Qiye thought that the head of a nearby cemetery crawled out and opened the door for them.

His mental power instantly swept over the opponent, and after confirming that it was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That zombie... No, that fish-like eyes swept over Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, and finally stayed on Amamiya Haruki for a moment, and his hand on the handle of the knife relaxed.

"It's you..." He said hoarsely, "I thought I saw a ghost when you knocked on the door in the middle of the night."

Lin Qiye: ...

It is estimated that even if a ghost knocks on the door, the one who is frightened is also a ghost, right?

"Anyway, you don't sleep at night, so it's not a disturbance, right?" Amamiya Haruki frowned.

"...Come in, it's dark outside, it's scary."

The man opened the door and made way for Lin Qiye and Yugong Qinghui to go in one after another. He closed the door behind his back and locked it with an iron lock the size of a fist before turning around and walking towards the house.

He led the two of them on the dim wooden corridor, the soles of their feet stepped on the floor, making a harsh creaking sound. There were dark rooms on both sides, full of dust, and it seemed that they hadn't been used for a long time.

Lin Qiye watched helplessly as he led them past the reception room and walked straight to the open-air yard. There were heavy forging tools everywhere in the yard, and a stove was placed in the center, and the flame inside had not been extinguished.

The man took out two small benches from some corner, blew the dust with his mouth, and placed them on the ground.

"Sit down and drink tea? I don't have it."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Don't drink." Amamiya Haruki casually sat down on one of the benches, looked around, "It's been four years, and you haven't changed at all here."

"He is the ninth sword master of Futsu, Yoshiki Furuhara. This is my friend, Nanaya Asaba." Haruki Amamiya briefly introduced the two of them, and Lin Qiye smiled politely at him.

Yoshiki Furuhara didn't answer the words, just looked straight at Haruki Amamiya, those dead fish eyes were in the deep sunken black eye sockets, it was scary no matter how you looked at it.

"Are you alright?"

"……Have."

Yugong Haruki turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Where's the knife?"

Lin Qiye came back to his senses, took off the black box behind him, put it on the ground and opened it, two broken snow-white long knives were lying there quietly, shining coldly under the reflection of the fire.

Before coming, Lin Qiye summoned [Zhanbai] in advance and put it in the box containing the straight knife.

"Look, if you can repair this knife." Amamiya Haruki said.

Yoshiki Guhara walked up to the black box, squatted down, and slowly picked up the two long knives. The eyes of the dead fish suddenly radiated vitality, observing the knives carefully.

After a long time, he nodded.

"No problem, give me five days."

Hearing his determined tone, Lin Qiye was a little surprised. It seems that this knife repairer is indeed a bit skilled.

Amamiya Haruki didn't seem to be surprised by this, and said again: "It's fixed, let's give it a sword soul by the way."

Furuhara Yoshiki was taken aback,

He turned his head stiffly, "Are you kidding me?"

Chapter 689 Conditions of the Soul of the Blade

"Soul of the sword?" Yoshiki Furuhara seemed to be annoyed, "If I can press the soul of the sword on this knife, what is the difference from making another Futsu knife?"

"Isn't this your dream all along?" Amamiya Haruki asked back.

He shook his head, "Back then, the Lord God of the Great Country used all the knowledge of the God of Guojin to create nine Fujin knives. Now I, a blacksmith hiding in a ravine, say that one can make another Fujin knife." Futsu knife? What do you think of Futsu knife?"

"When the Lord of the Great Country made the sword back then, most of his energy was spent on forging the blade and special attributes, the rain of [Yubeng], the paper crane of [Qianhe], the ultra-long-distance projection of [Black Rope]... …but you can completely skip that process for now.”

Haruki Amamiya pointed to the two pieces of [Zhanbai] and said, "This knife has been forged, and it also has its own special attributes. Whether it is material or ability, it does not belong to the Futsu knife itself. What is lacking is only the soul of the sword.

As long as it can be given a sword soul, it will be the tenth Fujin sword in the world. "

"What do you think is the soul of the sword? Chinese cabbage? You will give it if you ask?" Yoshiki Furuhara said seriously:

"To become Soul Blade, there are very strict restrictions.

First, the soul body itself cannot be separated from the warmth of the body for too long. Once its own soul power is lost, it will no longer be complete. The integrity of the soul body is a necessary condition for becoming a sword soul.

Second, the soul body must have extremely strong strength during life, and be able to carry the power of the knife itself. Once its own soul strength is insufficient, it will be crushed by the power of the knife body and completely annihilated.

Third, the soul body must have high intelligence and have its own thinking, even if the sword master is not around, it can also activate the power of the Fujin sword to act on its own.

Fourth, the soul body must be the soul of the Fujin sword voluntarily. Otherwise, even if it is integrated into the body of the sword, the sword owner will not be able to mobilize the power of the sword, but will completely make the Fujin sword useless.

Fifth, and the most difficult point, the ability of the soul body itself must highly overlap with the special attribute of the sword, without any rejection. If the special attribute of your sword is rain, then the ability of the sword soul must also be related to rain. "

After talking so many words in succession, he glanced at Amamiya Haruki, then at Lin Qiye, and said leisurely:

"When the nine swords were made, the Gods of Guojin spent a lot of painstaking efforts to collect eight sword souls from all over Japan, together with Master Gu Yue himself, they managed to make enough for the nine sword souls.

If I'm not wrong, the attribute of this knife should be related to space. If you want to put a knife soul on it, you first need a knife that also has space attributes, a complete soul body, super strength, high intelligence, and voluntarily becomes a knife. soul body...

The current society is no longer what it is in myths and legends. Even if you travel all over Japan, it is impossible to find such a soul body. This is why the Futsu Sword cannot be copied in modern times.

So... do you have a soul body that meets the conditions? "

Haruki Amamiya fell silent.

Although he knew a little about the Futsu sword, he didn't expect the conditions of the sword soul to be so harsh. As he said, this kind of soul body cannot exist in the whole of Japan. It's just an impossible thing...

Lin Qiye sighed helplessly, walked to Yugong Qinghui, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him:

"It's okay, as long as it can be repaired, it doesn't matter if there is no sword soul."

Seeing this, Amamiya Haruki could only give up.

"It's getting late, you guys go to the house and find a room to rest, I'm going to start working." Seeing that the conversation was over, Yoshiki Guhara gave the order to evict the guests without hesitation, picked up the two severed blades, and headed towards the forging area go.

Yugong Haruki stood up from the small bench, and walked towards the back room with Lin Qiye.

"Does he not need to sleep?" Lin Qiye looked at the time and asked.

"He usually sleeps during the day and forges at night, and usually only sleeps four hours a day." Haruki Amamiya looked back at the burly and busy figure, "Because he stays here all year round and doesn't communicate with others, so The character is a little... special."

Lin Qiye nodded, thinking of the pair of deep black eye sockets in his mind, he knew it clearly.

He is a liver emperor...

"If the sword soul can't be pressed for you, then our previous agreement will not count." Amamiya Haruki said slowly, "When the knife is repaired, you can go back first, and I will go to that place by myself. "

Lin Qiye did not forget the agreement he had made with Yugong Haruki at that time. If he could let [Zhanbai] have the sword soul, he would protect him to go to a place. Now it seems that the sword soul failed to be fulfilled. Going alone, I didn't intend to involve Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but shook his head after a while.

"let's talk tomorrow."

He and Haruki Amamiya went into a room respectively and closed the door. There was no bedding or pillows in the room, only tatami mats and a few blankets. It was unknown how Yoshiki Furuhara survived here.

Lin Qiye lay on the tatami and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The mental hospital of the gods.

Lin Qiye, who was wearing a white coat, walked in the hospital, obviously feeling that the place is much more lively than before.

In the yard, several nurses were carrying freshly washed quilts and bed covers, and drying them on the racks; Wangcai led a group of younger brothers, holding brooms and mops in their mouths, and walked towards the toilet with arrogance; the fire in the kitchen was blazing Burning, a few wisps of fragrance drift out...

Lin Qiye was walking in the corridor, and from time to time, nurses passed by him, bowing down to salute him politely, saying "Hello, Dean".

It seems that Li Yifei's management skills are really good... Lin Qiye thought to himself.

He walked all the way to the study room, only to see Braki and Merlin sitting at a small table eating, eight dishes were placed in front of them, and there were even two jugs of fruit wine beside them, eating with gusto.

"Dean?" Blaki happened to see Lin Qiye walking to the door, and immediately stood up excitedly, waving his hand, "Dean, let's eat together?"

"Good evening, Your Excellency the Dean." Merlin said with a smile.

Lin Qiye walked into the study, glanced at another empty chair, and asked suspiciously:

"Just the two of you?"

"That's right." Braki sat back in his chair, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Li Yifei and the others originally prepared meals for the person in Room [-], but... that person doesn't seem to want to come and eat with us. "

Merlin nodded, "So, I'll ask them to deliver the food directly to the room later."

Lin Qiye walked to the window, glanced at Room [-] on the second floor opposite, with the door closed, and let out a long sigh.

Chapter 690

How to deal with Sun Wukong has always been a difficult problem in Lin Qiye's heart.

This great sage didn't know what he had gone through, and he became what he is now, unable to communicate normally at all, let alone invite him out for dinner...

If you want him to open his heart, you still have to work on yourself a little bit.

Lin Qiye sighed.

"By the way, Braki." Lin Qiye seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Braki who was cooking like crazy, "Have you contacted Eden recently? How is it?"

Blakey put down the bowl, and said with a smile: "Don't worry Dean, we write letters every night, I tell her about my life here, she shares with me her daily life in Asgard, we also After making an appointment, I will invite you to Asgard together, and invite you to eat the fruit of youth planted by her, she seems to be very grateful to you."

Lin Qiye frowned, and said with a smile, "Then I can look forward to it first."

He looked up at the top of Braki's head, and it showed that the treatment progress had reached 79%, and he seemed to be recovering very well, while Merlin on the side was at 90%. If you ignore the thinning hair volume, he is still very energetic God of magic.