The two figures pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.
Shen Qingzhu put one hand in his pocket and held a cigarette in his mouth with the other. He was about to light it, but his fingers stopped in mid-air.
He looked around and asked with some uncertainty: "Smoking shouldn't be banned in Heaven, right?"
"I can't help it, don't worry." Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched.
"how do you know?"
"Those alchemy gods are fine burning smoke and blowing up the alchemy furnace every day. What does it matter if you light up a cigarette?" Baili Pangpang waved his hand, "If we really want to ban smoking, we'll wait until we get caught."
"Too."
Shen Qingzhu lit the cigarette silently.
He took a deep breath and exhaled a long puff of smoke, as if to mix the powerlessness and depression in his heart into the smoke.
"Brother Drag."
"Um?"
"What do you think of being an agent of the gods?"
"What did you say?"
Shen Qingzhu froze on the spot.
Baili Pangpang grinned and pointed at the surrounding immortal palaces and temples and said, "Look, it's not the past now. The gods of Great Xia have completely returned. There are so many gods, and there are always a few who want to recruit some disciples. Or find an agent
I think, Brother Yan, you are extremely talented and have an extraordinary character. The possibility of being chosen by the God of Great Xia as an agent is very high.
You said, if the Moral God, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother came to you as an agent at the same time, which one would you choose? "
Shen Qingzhu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Baili Pangpang beside him suspiciously, "Are you kidding me?"
"Suppose, let me make an analogy 1
"" Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, "I'm not dizzy at all."
"Why?"
Shen Qingzhu stopped and said, "I don't want to be anyone's agent, nor do I want to be anyone's shadow. I just want to be myself."
Baili Pangpang looked at him for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and nodded.
"I see."
"Which direction is the bathroom in Heaven?"
"Uh, I don't know. Can I ask a god for directions?"
"Do they really need a toilet?"
""
After Michael finished talking with Lin Qiye, he left on his own.
Lin Qiye went back to the courtyard to train for a while. After he was sweating profusely, he returned to the bed in a dog-skin wheelchair and lay down on his back.
Judging from today's recovery situation, it will take about four or five days for this body to return to its original level. According to Tianzun and Michael's wishes, the deal between them must be completed as soon as possible. Lin Qiye plans to After he recovered, he immediately left for the lower world and followed Michael to that mysterious place to retrieve the trading items.
Looking at the ceiling above his head, Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.
As soon as he opened the door of the dean's office, he heard a sad and melancholy song coming from the stone steps in front of the courtyard:
"O brown guavas and green ivy leaves, I am forced to stretch out my rude fingers and shake off your yellow leaves.
Because of the tragedy of relatives and friends, and the weight of pain, I am forced to come and disrupt your prime years;
Young Dean Lin is dead. He died in the turbulent years.
Young Dean Lin has never left our family."
Lin Qiye turned around blankly and saw that in the empty courtyard, countless caregivers in dark blue uniforms were lined up neatly, lowering their heads and silently wiping tears.
Li Yifei stood in front of all the nurses, wearing a white hat and a white satin around his waist. His eyes were red, as if he had just cried. Behind him, several other ministers stood in a row with extremely sad expressions. Among them, they participated in the battle of gods. The dog has a lot of money. The dog's legs are still bandaged. He is holding a cane tremblingly and using his paws to pull away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
On the stone steps in front of the courtyard, Brachi was holding his harp, facing everyone, with a sad expression on his face, plucking the strings again and again, and chanting mourning songs with sobs.
When Brachi's poems stopped, Li Yifei, who was standing at the front, took a deep breath, stared with red eyes and shouted:
"Send it to the dean! 1
Uh-huh! ! !
Hongyan took out a wad of white paper money from her pocket and threw it into the sky. The flying paper money fell into the courtyard, and the nurses' cries became more and more sad.
"Oh, oh, oh, Dean Lin is in trouble all the way."
"Dean Lin, we will miss you."
"Dean, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes? Give us a dream so that we can satisfy your wishes."
"Dean Lin, you died so miserably 1
""
The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling echoed in the courtyard. Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, stood at the door of the dean's office, with the corners of his mouth twitching crazily.
He seemed to notice something and looked up at the second floor.
At the door of several wards, a monkey in a broken cassock and a man in a gray robe were silently leaning against the railings. There were dozens of empty wine jars beside each of them. Staring at the white paper money scattered all over the sky, his eyes were extremely complicated.
"Do you believe it?" Gilgamesh suddenly said.
"What?"
"This is a farce."
"I don't believe it." Sun Wukong was silent for a moment and shook his head, "He will not die so easily. What's more, he is the master of this place. If he really dies, how come there is no change at all here?"
"Really?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, "Do you really think that the existence of this hospital depends on his life?"
Sun Wukong frowned.
"You have been here for so long, you should be able to tell how high the status of this hospital is. How can an existence of this level attach itself to the soul of a mortal and disappear with his death? "Gilgamesh shook his head,
"What's more, is he really the owner of this place? Is there anything to prove it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything." Gilgamesh turned his head and looked calmly at the many crying caregivers in the hospital, "I just think this place is not that simple."
While the two were talking, Li Yifei, who was standing in the courtyard, shouted again:
"Bai Ling Zhai 1
Ode!
Hundreds of nurses in the hospital turned around at the same time, facing Lin Qiye's office in the hospital building, and bowed deeply.
When everyone stood up wiping their tears, they suddenly saw a familiar white figure standing at the door of the dean's office. They were slightly startled, stretched out their hands to rub their eyes, and looked intently.
Under the dull gazes of the nurses, Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and stretched out his hand from his pocket:
"Get flat."
There was deathly silence in the courtyard.
It took several seconds for the nurse to react. His eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he shouted in horror:
"Dean Lin has appeared!!! 1
The entire Gods Mental Hospital suddenly fell into unparalleled chaos.