I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Behind the door of the VIP room, five sturdy bodyguards stood there expressionless. In front of them, a butler with a monocle bowed slightly and said gently:

"Back to my little master, Cangnan is a small city in the southeast."

"Didn't you all stay in Shangjing before?"

"It seems that the policy has changed this year. It seems that your itinerary will also change. I will send someone to arrange it."

The little fat man thought for a while, put the grapes in his hand back into the basin, waved his hand,

"Book a plane to fly on the day, and I will leave on the day!"

The housekeeper was stunned, "Master, is it too urgent to go tomorrow? Don't worry about the dormitory, we have already arranged the best dormitory for you with the night watchmen, and they will give us face."

"Guangshen is too boring, I want to meet new friends!"

"...Little Master, when you get there, try to speak Mandarin as much as possible, otherwise they may not understand you."

"Mandarin?" The little fat man thought for a while, "That's right, if language communication is difficult... you really can't make real friends!"

After finishing speaking, he patted the young woman who was pinching his feet, "Okay, go down and rest, I've had enough of the past ten years, young master, it's time for a different life..."

He stood up and stretched his waist, the fat all over his body was trembling slightly.

"Cangnan department? Young master, don't come!"

……

On Mount Jiuhua.

The sound of Buddha is lingering, and the sandalwood is dense.

An old monk in cassock walked through the wooden corridor, the rosary in his hand turned slightly, his eyes were as calm as water.

Finally, he stopped at the door of a meditation room.

He stretched out his hand, tapped on the door twice, then pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the meditation room, there is only one bed, one table, and one futon. On the largest wall, there are two large characters of "Meditation" written with a black brush. meaning.

The black-haired boy on the futon slightly opened his eyes.

"Benefactor Cao Yuan, your letter has arrived." The old monk performed the Buddhist ceremony, and then took out an envelope from his sleeve.

The black-haired boy stood up slowly, took the envelope, opened it and looked at it for a long time.

"Cangnan..." he muttered to himself, then looked up at the old monk, and said respectfully, "Master, do you think... should I go?"

"Benefactor, you have been meditating in this Buddhist temple for five years, and the demon nature in your heart has been suppressed. This old man thinks...you should go."

Hesitation appeared in the boy's eyes, "But, the sins on my body..."

"Killing a life is a crime, saving the world is a merit, and the merits and demerits can be balanced to be at ease." The old monk's eyes were extremely deep, he put his hands together, and said calmly,

"Staying in this temple means sitting withered for decades, and evil is evil after all... Donor, it's time to let go."

The young man was silent for a long time, and he folded his hands together and bowed deeply.

"Thank you, master, for your enlightenment."

"Benefactor Cao Yuan, I have one more thing to remind you."

"Master, please speak."

"When you go to Cangnan on this trip, or meet a noble person, if you can seize the opportunity, you will not only be able to wash away your sins in this life, but you may also achieve a positive result."

"Great man?" Cao Yuan frowned slightly, "This noble man... what are the characteristics?"

"Shuangmu stands upright, eight gods go to one, and ten years into the night, cross our world." The old monk closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and his voice sounded like an ancient bell.

"--Amitabha."

Cao Yuan's eyes were full of doubts, but he still carefully wrote down these few words, and bowed in return.

"In that case..." Cao Yuan raised his head to look at the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain outside the meditation room, clasped his hands together, and said calmly:

"I'll go too..."

……

In the van.

Lin Qiye glanced at the silent crowd and shrank his neck silently.

The atmosphere is a little awkward.

"Ahem..." Wen Qimo coughed twice, and broke the silence first, "Well, Qiye, the train ticket is not refundable... That's not your problem, don't take it to heart."

Chen Muye's face turned green in the passenger seat.

"Uh... let's think about something good too! Right! For example... the training camp in Cangnan City is so close, we can visit you anytime!"

"The training camp is closed, we can't get in." The driver Wu Xiangnan said quietly.

"..." Wen Qimo paused, "At least, we have bought everything, such as down jackets, thick blankets, baby warmers, big scarves..."

"Qi Mo...these are not needed in Cangnan winter." Hongying reminded in a low voice.

"Shut up!" Chen Muye glared at Wen Qimo, feeling his heart was bleeding.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Lin Qiye eagerly.

"Seven nights,

Why don't you go and see later...

Can these be returned? "

Chapter 69 The First Recruit

boom rumble——

Above the blue sky, several heavy-duty armed transport helicopters landed slowly, and the wind blown up by the propellers kicked up all the wind and sand on the ground.

On the other side of the tarmac, several men in military uniforms stood majestically against the strong wind, like statues standing tall.

The hatch of the helicopter opened slowly, and Yuan Gang, who was wearing a military uniform and carrying a black box, got off the helicopter.

Snapped--!

The soldiers waiting on one side saluted neatly and shouted in unison:

"Hi sir!!"

Yuan Gang came striding forward with a serious face, and the wind from the helicopter behind him rattled the corners of his clothes!

"Is the training camp all set up?"

"Report! Training camp is ready!"

"Yeah." Yuan Gang nodded, "By the way, give me a list of recruits for this training camp."

"Yes!"

With the black box on his back, Yuan Gang turned and walked towards the training camp that had sprung up overnight.

The location of this training camp is in a desolate suburb, which can be regarded as the territory of Cangnan City. It covers a very large area, and checkpoints have been set up ten miles around the training camp. It is guarded at the defense level of a military base. Others can get here.

"Chief, this is the list of recruits for this year." While Yuan Gang was visiting the training camp with all the instructors, a soldier ran up quickly and handed the list to Yuan Gang.

Yuan Gang took the list, glanced at it, and froze in place.

The instructor behind also stopped.

Yuan Gang rubbed his eyes, looked carefully twice, and muttered to himself: "Damn... what kind of lineup is this year?"

"What's the matter, chief?" The instructor behind him approached curiously.

"The young master of the Guangshen Baili Group? Is... the Baili Group?" The instructor behind him caught a glimpse of the first line and was stunned.

"The First Family Group of Daxia, besides the government, is the second largest sponsor behind the Night Watchman, known as the Museum of Forbidden Objects... Baili Family?" Another instructor couldn't help but said: "This... this is our Night Watchman Is the young master of the owner's family here?"

"Young master, you are wrong, why are you here as a night watchman? Experience life?"

"Maybe, we don't understand the minds of rich people."

"Then what should we do when we train? What if he hits hard and offends him...won't you retaliate against us?"

"Do they dare?" Yuan Gang's eyes narrowed slightly, "The Night Watchman is a national organization, and it's true that the Baili Family has sponsored a lot of money, but the Night Watchman is not their backyard!

As long as you come to our training camp, everyone is equal, and you will practice to death, and I will be responsible for any accidents! "

"Yes!"

The instructors nodded solemnly.

Yuan Gang's eyes once again fell on the list in his hand, "This year, another god's agent appeared."

"Agent of the gods? Which god is it?"

Yuan Gang looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Codename 003, Seraphim Michael."

"Seraphim?!"

"Since when did Seraphim have an agent?"

"Fortunately, it's our Night's Watch..."

"It's been so many years since there has been an agent of the gods, this kid has a bright future in the future!"

"The last agent of the gods who came out of the recruit training... seems to be the one from the special team [Kamen]?"

"right."

Yuan Gang looked at the list in his hand, circled the names with a red pen, and sighed helplessly.

"A young master of the Baili Group and a Seraph agent are enough for us to have a headache...

This time, there were three super-high-risk Forbidden Ruins owners, and one of them was in the top 50!

In addition, there are the successors of Shangjing Baguazhang, Hebei Mohist Spears, and special forces in service..."

Seeing the dense red circles in Yuan Gang's hand, the instructor behind him felt a little nervous.

"Chief... this time they are all tough, can we calm them down?"