Survival game by confession [unlimited]

Duan Wenzhou also stuffed a bottle of Shenmu Light for the gunsmith to restore her health to 40.00%, and then gave each of them a few Romil capsules and antidotes to prevent them from continuing to lose blood.Then a tentacle wrapped around a person behind him and hid in the bushes.

He was carrying out the order given to him by Xiao Ji before, as a very self-aware person, he knew that now is definitely not the time to joke, it is better to hide honestly.

Fortunately, after the formation was activated, those skeleton doctors gave up chasing and killing them, but stood there like puppets in a daze.

"Let go of me, you octopus! Miss Ben can walk by herself."

The gunsmith got goosebumps all over his body after being stimulated by Duan Wenzhou's sticky tentacles.

"That won't work."

Duan Wenzhou found a seat and got up.

"What if you run away and cause trouble for Brother Xiao? My Brother Xiao told me just now that he is going to kill that evil god. I can't let you leave and ruin his plan."

"Kill, kill the evil god?"

The survivor's back felt cold.

Is the death bird already so strong that it doesn't even pay attention to the evil god summoned by such a large formation?

"That's not it!" Duan Wenzhou cocked his toes.

"I don't even look at whose boss it is, can my brother Xiao be awesome?"

His barrage has been brushed up at this time.

[Survivors, look at them!Don't you even have a trace of guilt in your heart? 】

[Always relying on luck and face is not enough, let me tell you!Today's world has changed! 】

[Take a look, take a look, people who are better than you and better looking than you work harder than you!What qualifications do you have to be a salted fish? 】

[I just messed up another exam. I lost my way in the half of the exam, and was beaten up in the half of the exam. In the end, I was able to pass the exam. I would like to call you the strongest bastard! 】

【You are strong, let you be strong, I will be the king】

The protracted white mist finally dissipated.

The dean stood on the tallest bell tower, overlooking the mental hospital that belonged to him.

The faint blue light is constantly flowing towards him from the positions of the four towers, and the cross in front of the main building is shining faintly, separating them like a solid watershed.

The ground began to tremble crazily, and countless undead who had died on this land were awakened and came to this world again.The battle between doctors and patients has lost order, and everyone's eyes are covered with a strange blue light.They were killing crazily, and even their companions showed no mercy. They had lost their minds and completely turned into beasts that only knew how to kill.

"Let's fight, let's fight, the gods still need more blood, more souls..."

He closed his eyes, felt the bloody smell coming from the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, and was very intoxicated.

His full head of pale white hair danced in the air like soft reeds.Behind him, the brothers Ai Er and Ai Po were tied together. They both closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The old headmaster looked at his children with satisfaction and nodded.

As the most important summoning material, he naturally tampered with Al and Aipo early on, so he could easily bring them here at this time.

The blue light became brighter, and the white mist finally dissipated, but because of the dazzling blue light, it was difficult for people to see the faint morning light cast down from the sky, so it was impossible to tell whether it was dawn or not.

Dense souls stood on each piece of land of the mental hospital, looking around blankly.As for those patients and doctors who just died in the struggle, their souls stood up from their dead bodies and continued their grievances in life.

Soon, the hospital was filled with souls.

"Thirty years of hard work and hard work."

The old dean sighed.

"It is finally possible for me to stand here now and witness this greatest moment of divine descent with you. I know that I have done many things wrong, but these are all things I have to do for that final purpose.

I have done many wrong things, I will die badly, I will go to hell!But the thing I planned is glorious and magnificent, and it will bring many people to heaven!For this, even if I am going to hell, it is worth it.

I have done evil, but my good deeds will cover up my evil deeds, and after many years my name will be in children's books, and they will say: Although the whole person has done many bad things, but his heart is It is good.

—he has indeed accomplished something.

Thousands of souls are needed to fuel this calling, and you need not feel the sorrow and pain of dying yourselves, for you died for a glorious and great cause.

After this final thing is done, I will write each of your names in the book.Historians of later generations will link your names with mine, so they will know what a great cause you died for..."

He stood alone on the high tower and talked endlessly, behind him were his children who had fallen into a coma, and on his body were white ghosts.

No one is listening to him.

"And now, I declare, that this great undertaking is about to succeed!"

The dean blushed with joy.

"When the Lord of Eternal Life, Father Sui, the Immortal God, appears as shown in the book, I will ask him to grant one of my wishes—everyone, everyone! Then I will make that wish in front of him.

I will say: I hope that human beings will never be plagued by any mental illness again. All mental illnesses in this world will disappear from human beings. We will get rid of this terrible and incurable disaster and become a more perfect species .

This is my wish!

From today on, human beings will no longer have the word mental illness, nor will there be any mental hospitals and psychiatrists!The suffering that has been going on since the beginning of mankind will finally come to an end.

Let this era end in my hands. "

No one answered below, and the souls fought together, wantonly venting the hatred provoked by malice.

Finally, the blue light reached the brightest peak, and the curling smoke dispersed and condensed into the shape of a skull.

"Father's blood."

The old dean took out a knife from his pocket, and cut open his hand. The skull drank his blood, and the blue light in his eyes flickered.

"Twin meat."

The skull bit off one ear each from Al and Epo who were sleeping behind them.The moment Ai Po was bitten off his ear, he was awakened from his lethargy by the pain. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his biological father.

"The four souls are the guide."

The souls of the candidates tied at the four corners wailed and struggled even more frantically. The four towers were even rustling, and it seemed likely that they would collapse in the next second.

"The fire of desire for war, the soul of the earth-bound soul is a sacrifice."

The souls that were originally standing on the ground began to fade gradually, and their power was swallowed by the blue river flowing through them, becoming a part of the river.

The old dean looked at the gradually clear skull, and his expression became visibly excited, and he couldn't even control the trembling in his heart.

How could he not be excited, he has been planning for many years, just for today!

It doesn't matter if the world doesn't understand him or insult him!He finally did it!

It was like his answer when the woman asked him.

What he always believes in is that idea: as long as it is a method that can cure the patient, there is no distinction between good and bad, so even if it uses the summoned gods to cure the disease, it is the same.

A powerful wave of energy spread out from the center of the bell tower. This energy was so powerful and violent that it even brought a gust of wind. The vegetation fell away from the center, forming a spiral-like weird pattern.

The tree fell, and Duan Wenzhou entangled the tree with his tentacles to avoid being carried away by the energy.

"You see, it is still very beneficial to be caught by me."

he said to the gunsmith.

"At least I can guarantee your personal safety."

When the wave swept across the building, all the window glass shattered, scattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

This fluctuation enveloped the entire mental hospital, and then quickly contracted and expanded, and this cycle continued until all souls were integrated into the river, so the fluctuation began to gradually shrink.

Finally, it shrank into a small hole two meters high.

The dean stared at the small hole without blinking, and then he saw a silver hand protruding from it. The shape of the hand was almost perfect, with slender fingers and delicate joints, like a handicraft.

But the color of this hand was cold silver, lifeless, machine-like silver.

It was definitely not a human hand.

The moment the dean saw this hand, he was deeply impressed by the powerful power contained in it. He knelt down on the ground, sincerely put his forehead on the ground, and prayed to this great god.

A faint silk thread came out from his heart and went straight into the black hole.As the initiator of the summoning, it is he who guides the gods to find his world and guides him to descend.

Behind the silver hand was a loose cuff of pure black, with no decoration on it, just completely black.

A black crow that came from nowhere landed on his wrist and yelled twice.

The dean quickly recited those words in his mouth.

"God, my God, you are the eternal father, I will light an inextinguishable fire for you. Your believers are waiting for your coming, offering countless souls as sacrifices for you, please satisfy one of your humble believers desire."

"Speak, your wish."

The action of the god entering this world stopped.

Just maintaining the posture of entering it with one hand, the god gently stroked the crow with his hand, and then spoke.

The voice of the gods is deep and beautiful, but the tone is cold and indifferent, full of arrogance like looking at ants from above.

He is indeed a god.

The old dean could feel his heart beating wildly, but was suppressed by it, and could only leak a few traces from the unsteady voice.

What he was looking forward to day and night was not this moment!His hands were stained with blood, he plunged himself into the mud, just for this moment!

"My wish is—"

He was finally about to say the passage that he had repeated countless times in reality and dreams——

"call out!"

A snow-white short knife flew from behind him, pierced straight into his neck, blocking what he was about to say.