Chapter 201
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Chapter 201: Welcome to My Mental Hospital
“Playing mysterious.” Whisper said in a deep voice, then his eyes burst with a dazzling dark light as his powerful soul directly surged into Lin Qiye’s mind.
Although he was just a nightmare projection of Whisper‘s true form, he still possessed peak Hai-realm strength. Even the Flame Vein Earth Dragon was easily tamed as his follower – what waves could a Chi-realm agent possibly make?
Moreover, neither the Burning Angel nor the Night Goddess possessed soul-related abilities. For Whisper, this was his specialty. Never mind that Lin Qiye was only at Chi-realm – even if they were at the same level, Whisper was confident he could win in a soul battle.
This move was foolproof!
“Seven Night!!”
Seeing Whisper attack Lin Qiye, Bai Li Pangpang roared in anger and was about to reach into his pocket, but Ma Yitian stepped forward and firmly gripped his wrist. The Hai-realm pressure pressed down mercilessly on the remaining three people.
Not only that, but the surrounding magma churned violently as the Flame Vein Earth Dragon looked down at them. Its terrifying dragon might also pressed down – under this double pressure, even Instructor Hong couldn’t move.
“Bastard!!” Bai Li Pangpang gritted his teeth, his neck flushing red.
“Don’t rush, your turn will come.” The badly wounded Ma Yitian laughed sinisterly.
In Lin Qiye’s spiritual world.
In what seemed like endless mist, [Whisper] in his tailcoat walked slowly like an artist, his gaze lightly sweeping over the surrounding mist as he spoke in surprise:
“How is there so much mist? You… indeed hide many secrets.”
[Whisper] tried to part the surrounding mist with his hand. A dark light flashed between his palms, stirring the mist for a moment, but it quickly reformed, remaining hazy in this world.
Seeing that he couldn’t part the mist, the surprise in [Whisper]’s eyes grew stronger. To think that even his Hai-realm strength projection couldn’t break through this mist…
This meant that the secrets Lin Qiye carried were beyond even a Hai-realm’s right to know.
“Interesting, truly interesting. The more secrets you have, the more important they are, the more beneficial they are to me,” excitement appeared in [Whisper]’s eyes.
“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t erase your soul now. I’ll wait for my true self to come personally unveil your secrets, then destroy you…”
As [Whisper]’s words fell, the mist before him suddenly began rolling on its own. After a moment, an ancient and mysterious building appeared before him.
When [Whisper] saw this building, he first froze, then intense shock appeared in his eyes.
“How is this possible? How can there be a building… in the depths of your soul? What exactly is this…” He walked forward, his gaze falling on the sign beside the main door, reading each word slowly:
“—Divine Mental Hospital?”
Creeak—!
The hospital’s main door slowly opened, the muffled sound echoing in this void of mist. [Whisper] stood stunned at the hospital’s entrance. For some reason, a chill crept into his heart.
Endless mist, mysterious hospital, open doors… It wanted him to enter?
[Whisper]’s brows furrowed slightly, hesitation in his heart. As one of the three oldest gods of the Ancient God Church, he naturally wasn’t mindless. Everything before him was too strange – his instincts told him not to enter rashly.
“This place is too bizarre. Better wait for my true self to come explore…” [Whisper] finally made his decision, shaking his head and abandoning his plans to enter.
Just then, the mist behind him churned again, and a figure in a white coat suddenly appeared, forcefully kicking [Whisper] in the waist!
“Get in there!!”
In his soul state, [Whisper] didn’t have his usual formidable strength. Suddenly kicked like this, his body pitched forward, stumbling across the mental hospital’s threshold.
“Not good!”
[Whisper]’s pupils suddenly contracted, an ominous feeling surging in his heart. Just as he prepared to turn back and leave, there was a huge sound – the mental hospital’s door had already closed…
Whisper frowned as he walked forward and forcefully shook the iron gate, but it didn’t budge.
“Something’s definitely wrong…”
He turned around to look at the moderately-sized mental hospital, light flickering in his eyes, and finally stepped forward.
Since he was already inside, there was no point in hesitating. After all, this was just a nightmare projection – if it was lost, it was lost. Being able to use this chance to investigate this place didn’t seem bad either.
Passing through a long outdoor corridor, Whisper walked to the hospital building’s lobby, his eyes vigilantly observing his surroundings, his palms emanating a faint dark light, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
Just as he chose a direction and prepared to walk toward the activity area, a small figure carrying a large bucket of dirty clothes came walking toward him, humming a tune.
“Su Po idol’s smile~ isn’t as sweet as yours~ The August noon sunlight… eh?”
This was a small boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old, with gray-white hair and a fair face covered in web-like patterns. He was now tilting his head in confusion, looking at this strange man before him.
Whisper forcefully suppressed the urge to strike, frowning as he examined this seemingly harmless little boy before him.
“This is… a Mystery? A Mystery living in a strange building in the depths of the soul?” Whisper muttered, seeming to ponder something.
While he was examining Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu was also seriously examining him.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him before… Are there people in this hospital besides me, Brother Fei, Magic Cube, Grandma Nyx, and Uncle Merlin?”
After pondering for a moment, Ah Zhu seemed to think of something and suddenly understood. He approached the tense Whisper and carefully looked around before whispering:
“Are you… also a child worker tricked here by the heartless director?”
Director? Child worker?
What was he talking about?
While Whisper was completely bewildered, a man slowly walked over. His loose white coat swayed gently in the wind, a pair of plain glasses sat on his nose bridge, and his whole demeanor had an indescribable mysteriousness.
“Di… Director.” Seeing who had arrived, Ah Zhu’s little face turned pale, and he shrank his neck somewhat guiltily. “I wasn’t saying anything bad about you… really!”
Lin Qiye walked to his side and gently patted his shoulder, saying kindly:
“It’s okay, go do your work first. Leave this to me.”
Ah Zhu said “oh” and picked up the bucket of dirty clothes from the ground, quickly running toward the Magic Cube Laundry Room on his short legs.
Lin Qiye turned to look at Whisper, smiled slightly, spread his arms, and slowly spoke while standing in front of the courtyard:
“Welcome to… my mental hospital.”