area51novel Chapter 243
Chapter 243
"Maybe it's the charm of personality." Su Yuan replied indifferently.
The task that just appeared on Su Yuan's mobile phone was written in blood.
Jiangyan Sixth Hospital is a place of spiritual resentment.
Jiang Huan's heavenly favor was awakened after he was transferred to this hospital.
And the old dean who had been exchanging messages with him was the medium of this spiritual resentment.
The car and high-rise buildings on both sides of the road were getting fewer and fewer. The taxi that Jiang Huan and Lin Yuan took followed closely behind him.
Zhang Yang's shadow also appeared. He just saw Su Yuan's reply to the dean's message and asked in confusion: "Who is the seventh Hokage?"
Zhang Yang has now become an existence equal to his sister, and only Su Yuan can see it.
"The old man who threw shit."
"He is the heavenly favor?" Zhang Yang widened his eyes.
"Can't you see it?" Su Yuan said, "Have you ever seen a normal old man who can break free from seven or eight security guards?"
"You are really good at giving people nicknames."
Seeing him start talking to himself, Qi Yinhong knew that Su Yuan was talking to Zhang Yang and his sister, who only he could see.
"Help me scold Zhang Yang, just say he is an idiot." Qi Yinhong said.
"Just say it directly, he can hear it." Su Yuan said.
"Really? Stupid Zhang Yang, stupid Zhang Yang..." Qi Yinhong repeated several sentences, then buried his face behind Su Yuan: "Don't tell me if he talks back, I can't hear it."
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The fragmented moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the treetops, and the cicadas in the woods chirped one after another.
"Crack." With a slight sound, the fallen leaves were crushed, and the arrival of several uninvited guests broke the tranquility of the night.
They shuttled silently through the woods, looking around vigilantly.
As they approached, the outline of a huge black building gradually appeared in front of them.
The mental hospital was surrounded by locust trees, and the chaotic and twisted branches were like the arms of evil spirits, trying to drag the building into the dark abyss with their fangs and claws.
The wind blew quietly, the branches swayed, and the shadows danced on the walls, as if ghosts were reveling.
"Is this place the spiritual place you mentioned?" A middle-aged man with a square face said.
"Well... yes, it's almost the same."
The speaker was a young man, tall, slender, with slightly curly hair, wearing a black windbreaker, a bit like the male protagonist in a Korean drama.
"I felt something was wrong here a long time ago, and I took the time to observe it recently." He curled his lips slightly with a smile, and said lazily: "There are ghosts and mediums, but no one has died. If this is not a spiritual place, what is it?"
"Don't call it a spiritual place, I think it's more appropriate to call it a breeding farm." A girl with lively peach blossom eyes covered her mouth and laughed.
She looked only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and when she smiled, she would reveal two cute little canine teeth, giving people a feeling of innocence and harmlessness.
At this time, she was sitting on the shoulders of a burly man, her feet dangling in the air, and the hem of her skirt fluttering gently with the movement of her legs.
Seeing her smile, the others did not laugh with her, because they knew very well that this little girl was not as harmless as she looked on the surface.
To be a formal member of Yongye, she must have at least hundreds of lives in her hands.
If you are deceived by her appearance, you will die without knowing how.
The burly man had a cold face, and his muscles were as hard as rocks, like a ruthless killing machine.
This combination of the two seemed extremely strange.
There were six other people traveling together, a total of nine people.
Although they acted together, their positions were very clever, always keeping a certain distance, as if they were divided into two groups.
One side was five people headed by a middle-aged man with a square face.
They were serious and silent, following the square-faced man closely, obviously following his lead.
On the other side were the male protagonist of the Korean drama, the girl with peach blossom eyes and the muscular weirdo. They looked relaxed, as if they were on a picnic.
The crowd continued to walk towards the hospital, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing along the way.
Just then, a younger boy couldn't help but pull the sleeve of the square-faced man and whispered, "Uncle Qian, she said this is a breeding farm, what are they breeding?"
"Heavenly favored." Uncle Qian glanced at him and replied.
This kid is the youngest Heavenly favored in the organization. Before joining, he was even in the first year of high school.
Although he is young, his ability is very useful, so they chose to take him with them temporarily.
"Can Heavenly favored people also breed?" Chen Yu said in surprise.
"Why not?" Uncle Qian has always been more caring for the younger generation of newcomers, patiently popularizing science"Ordinary people who enter the spirit resentment site have the opportunity to become a favored person. If there is a relatively stable spirit resentment, isn't it a breeding farm?"
"Stable spirit resentment......?" Chen Yu frowned, not knowing what he was thinking: "How is it possible? Psychics are all bloodthirsty lunatics. How can there be stable spirit resentment?"
"Human nature is the most complicated thing." Uncle Qian glanced at the three members of Yongye and said without hesitation: "If there are humans who will stand on the side of evil spirits and try to destroy the world, there may be psychics who will stand on the side of humans."
"Destroy the world... are you talking about me?" The male protagonist of the Korean drama put his hands in his coat pockets and said without looking back: "Don't be too stereotyped. I just want to become stronger... Maybe I enjoy the feeling of killing occasionally."
The girl narrowed her beautiful peach blossom eyes and smiled sweetly: "I just think it's fun."
She sat on the arm of the muscle monster and her eyes inadvertently swept over Chen Yu.
Chen Yu blushed immediately, lowered his head, and continued to ask: "But... how can a good person become a psychic?"
"What is a good person... what is a bad person?" Uncle Qian said: "The definition of good and bad is very vague, and it can usually only be judged from the perspective of different things."
"For example, a thief who is idle and steals your wallet, but when he meets a mother begging on the street to treat her daughter's illness, he suddenly becomes kind and donates all the stolen money. Then is this thief good or bad?"
Chen Yu clenched his fists: "To me, he is simply a beast."
"That's right, but to that mother, this thief is a great good man, isn't he?"
Uncle Qian continued: "The psychic is also a person, and there are complex diversity in being a person. He may have experienced pain and despair, and may put down his butcher knife because of a certain moment of touch, or it is possible that his original intention is not to kill everyone.
After seeing the dark side of this world, some people will want to destroy it, but there are always people willing to mend it for it."