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Festering Asylum.

Bottom layer.

This mental hospital was designed and built by the royal family of the real human capital, as a place to treat people who were exposed to the radiation of the red moon.

Several figures covered tightly in protective clothing were accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

This is the intensive care unit of a festering mental hospital, filled with hopeless patients, each one of them extremely vicious.

There is some unusual smell in the air.

Occasionally, unknown insects make vile noises in the dark.

Special equipment was installed on Zhao Guangli's eyes.

A metal mouthpiece was also inserted into his mouth.

The whole person is controlled.

"The new critically ill patient...is she a woman?"

"It doesn't look like anything special, there are no obvious signs of contamination."

Zhao Guangli's ears twitched.

Obviously, the intensive care unit has arrived.

There is no need for eyes to see, Zhao Guangli secretly drives the wandering evil spirits to act as eyeballs.

Dark environment, extremely empty.

The layout of the long corridor and the inpatient department are similar.

It's just that the rooms here are much smaller than those in the inpatient department.

It is worth noting that there are a large number of guards here wearing special protective clothing, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

"Patient No. 013, who was suspected of having mastered the power of the devil through red moon syndrome, carried out a small-scale massacre in the inpatient department, but was stopped by the Losers nurse."

"Apply for quarantine and review."

Zhao Guangli did not speak, and of course he could not speak.

He just listened.

Click.

The mechanical door is opened.

"Open the intensive care unit i-134."

A hoarse voice sounded, followed by the sound of a metal lock.

As the sound stopped, Zhao Guangli's blindfold and the mouthpiece used to block his power were removed.

"Patient No. 013, the room in the intensive care unit is full. All you have to do is remove an existing critical patient."

The metal door was closed and this sound was heard.

Zhao Guangli calmly shook off the limiter in his hand.

Although this room is dark, it is much better than the inpatient department.

A quaint suite that looks particularly chic.

"In the end, we still have to fight, right?"

Zhao Guangli clasped his fingers.

From the shadows ahead, a skinny monster stepped out.

Why is it called a monster? Because it has no head, only human beings.

On the torso, there are many totems representing abnormal tokens.

There seems to be something wandering around.

…

On the monitor, the shadows of Zhao Guangli and the monster were accurately displayed.

"There haven't been serious patients for a long time, and it's hard to explain to the imperial court... This guy is a good seedling."

Losers lay on the ceiling and made a mean sound.

"Intensive care wards are filled with patients who cannot control their condition. They are forced to be controlled here. There is nowhere to vent the violence in their nature."

The nurse next to me said.

Losers said nothing.

Intensive Care Unit [Headless Person].

The cemetery on the outskirts of the magic city is the product of multiple human corpses combined, except of course the head.

Illuminated by the red moon, he accepted the gift from the ancient gods and became completely crazy. He hoped to go to the universe and become a container of unknown existence, an abnormality like a beast.

He committed a serious crime of killing people in the city, was sentenced to death, and was sent to a mental hospital for treatment.

Although Losers has always believed that the existence of intensive care units is hopeless.

Zhao Guangli saw the wound on the headless man's head.

On the wound, granulations sprouted out, like small tentacles.

"The theme of the Magic City is [Madness] and [Tentacle], and it is ruled by so-called real humans...it is still in the fog."

Zhao Guangli frowned.

This place is just a dream, Zhao Guangli will not forget that he is in another sub-hell area.

You have to kill the strongest person here before you can go to the dreamland on the fourth level.

Simple.

Headless surges all over the body.

A demonic aura pierced through me like a sharp sword.

What followed was a strong body, extremely fast, hands wrapped together, and terrifying force squeezing hard.

soon.

Zhao Guangli's bones made a loud cracking sound.

Almost broken.

"Formal level...at least the strength has reached the level of formal level."

Zhao Guangli slowly extended his right hand.

"Steel Tail Blade."

Under the gaze of everyone, the steel tail feathers emitting cold light were raised high.

Then scattered.

Plasma rotation.

The headless flesh and blood body was pierced by countless feather blades.

These feather blades did not distinguish between friend and foe, and even penetrated directly into Zhao Guangli's flesh and blood.

At the same time, Zhao Guang left to use the six-eyed magic.

A small black coffin appeared, stepped out, and was intact.

Only the headless front was left to bear the damage from the tail blade like a storm.

"This is the dreamland on the third level. It should be a scene that has been weakened."

Zhao Guangli looked at the bloody mess in front of him and used his evil magic without hesitation.

These people seem to think that what they are using is similar to the [blood sacrifice method] obtained by believing in the devil.

I don’t know what level of extraordinary creature the real Headless is, but in his dream, Zhao Guangli was able to easily handle this monster.

Losers looked at the one-sided battle in front of him.

"It is indeed a spell from the Demon God Empire... I don't know which one of the seventy-two Demon Gods it is."

Of the three major forces in the human world, the Ancient Xilai Empire is the most changeable.

The seventy-two demon gods have various secret techniques emerging one after another, and no one knows what their next secret technique will be.

However, Losers felt that Zhao Guangli was very strong, but he did not expect him to be so strong.

In the Demon City, Headless caused a lot of trouble, but now he was easily solved.

"You can come out and wash the floor. You can come out and wash the floor."

Zhao Guangli waved at the camera above.

Camera.

Zhao Guangli looked at that thing.

Prehistoric technology, at least in today's Sky Drive Alliance, is rarely used.

Again, in order to suppress demons, the construction mages research machines that are designed to be bigger, stronger, and farther away. There is very little research in this direction.

In the library of Tianqiyuan, Zhao Guangli had seen similar materials, but they were all remnants from before the historical fault.

Shaking his head, Zhao Guangli bent down.

The headless meat has turned into meat paste, and according to Zhao Guangli's idea, it should be ready for making dumplings.

In the center of the meat sauce, Zhao Guangli found an extraordinary item, which was obviously left behind by this seriously ill patient.

At high levels, the effectiveness of extraordinary items has basically approached zero, unless it is a truly powerful weapon, such as Li Clan's Subjugation.

In Zhao Guangli's hands was a piece of meat that was constantly beating.

Zhao Guangli originally thought it was headless and not dead, but in fact he discovered that this thing was like plasticine, able to change into different shapes according to his own wishes.

"Extraordinary items in dreams can indeed bring out dreams."

Zhao Guangli had read the elephant owner's records in the "Skeleton Book".

As for how to leave the deep dreamland, the Elephant Master is still unclear.

Zhao Guangli was about to speak when he saw that no one came to wash the floor. The entire floor was covered with flesh, blood and blades. It looked like a mess.

The sound came from somewhere, it seemed to be a broadcast.

"Dear nurses, please check the patient's restraint device after the patient's meal time is fifteen minutes away..."

"Repeat it again..."

"Suppression device inspection."

Immediately, the door opened with a familiar metal lock, and several caregivers rushed in and cuffed Zhao Guangli's hands and feet.

As before, the flow of psychic energy is blocked.

It reminded Zhao Guangli that the Alliance Military Headquarters also had a similar device.

However, Zhao Guangli was not forced to install a mouthpiece this time. The reason was simple: it was the patients' meal time.

The battle just now frightened the surrounding caregivers wearing protective clothing, and they were all extremely nervous.

Zhao Guangli observed his surroundings.

These guys and Losers are both caregivers, but these people are tightly dressed and their faces cannot be seen... They seem to be human beings?

The whole journey was silent.

Zhao Guangli was escorted through the gloomy corridor. Only a few minutes later, Zhao Guangli's eyes lit up.

[Intensive Care Unit—Patient Restaurant].

Tsk, now I am also a patient.

Zhao Guangli took two steps forward, pushed open the iron fence in front of him, and took just one step.

The two caregivers at the back closed the iron door as if they were avoiding the plague.

"Although it's a dream, it's really realistic."

Zhao Guangli not only complained.

There are already many weird patients dining in the huge ring-shaped restaurant.

There are not many of them, scattered in different places.

There are two metal rice bowls not far away. They should be some kind of food. At least the smell of the smell in the air tells it all.

"New here?"

Zhao Guangli had just taken two steps when a voice came from beside him.

In the same hospital gown, a scantily clad woman smiled.

That smile was like a cobra's. Zhao Guangli noticed that there was a vague snake-shaped pattern on this woman's neck, exuding a strange aura.

His hands are controlled like himself, and only the front ends of his fingers can control the knife and fork in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Guang left the mouth and said.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's rare to see such a young girl come to this prison."

The woman smiles like a flower.

prison……

Zhao Guangli was not surprised.

The Festering Mental Hospital is essentially a prison in the magical city.

Especially the patients in the intensive care unit, unlike those in the inpatient unit, have no freedom at all.

After arriving in the intensive care unit, his communicator was taken away by the nursing staff, and he could only leave his room when eating. It was no different from prison.

"Chaoyiji."

Zhao Guangli said softly.

"Kui tongue."

The woman made a sweet voice: "You look like you're not from the Demon City, are you from the human world?"

"There is a strong smell of evil spirits on my body, and even the suppressor in the mental hospital cannot completely eliminate it."

"Well, are you from Gu Xilai?"

Kuiyu said.

Zhao Guangli didn't comment, but just took a metal dinner plate.

The container facing the food seemed to be the broth of some kind of creature, with large pieces of fresh meat gurgling on top of the grease-filled soup.

Everything is real in deep dreams, even eating.

"What's wrong?"

Carrying the dinner plate and returning some meat to Kui Shi, Zhao Guangli asked.

"It's nothing... If you are from Ancient Xilai, you should be able to live more smoothly in the Demon City. After all, there is no difference between the [Ancient God] and the Demon God."

The ancient Xilai people were famous for their blood sacrifices and were the most powerful political organization before the historical fault.

However, that period of history is considered the most humiliating history by today's Sky Drive Alliance and is never mentioned in normal textbooks.

"What about you?"

Zhao Guangli asked.

"I am from Guthila."

Kuiyu said lazily: "He is a believer of the devil [Naberish]."

Zhao Guangli coughed.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it."

Zhao Guangli said calmly.

Kui Yi came to him out of nowhere, obviously not for this scene of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers.

"At the beginning of the red moon that occurs every four years, many powerful patients will appear in this mental hospital... As a result, the original intensive care unit will not be enough."

"I haven't seen you before. Where do you live now, and whose place did you replace?"

Kuiyu asked seemingly casually.

Zhao Guangli knew exactly what this woman was thinking.

The person in front of me must have been in this mental hospital for a long time, and probably knows the strength level of most people in the intensive care unit.

"Headless."

Zhao Guangli spoke directly.

There is no need to lie about this kind of thing. Since you have decided to go to the next level of dreamland, it would be better to act in a high-profile manner here.

Headless…

Kui Yan's snake-like eyes swept around.

Indeed... Headless is not here.

What this guy said is true.

"What level does Headless belong to in the intensive care unit?"

Zhao Guangli took a bite of the meat and had to say that the food here tasted really good.

The color of Kui's tongue and face does not change.

"The middle and lower levels are originally on the verge of elimination."

"Back then, Wutou killed too many lives on the edge of the Demon City, just to find a head that suited him."

"As a result, he was arrested by the law enforcers of the Magic City and sent here."

"It probably died in your hands."

Kui Yan looked at the girl's soft and frail body.

It seems to have no lethality at all.

But she knows that anyone who comes to the intensive care unit cannot be underestimated.

"So, what do you want to do."

Zhao Guangli asked again: "Speak quickly."

This woman, a follower of the demon god Naberish, is smiling.

"There are no requirements. The blood moon is coming. In order to free up the ward, there will be an indiscriminate death battle here. I want to form an alliance with you... Even if you don't agree, it doesn't matter. At least get to know me."

The big fight in the ward is coming.

Zhao Guangli's heartfelt thoughts turned out to be true.

The purpose of establishing this mental hospital in the magical capital is indeed not as simple as providing care for these alienated mental patients.

The third level of dreams is completely traceable, which means that the owner of the dream has gone deep into the Elland Demon City and experienced the death battle here.

"I don't care."

Zhao Guangli put down the knife and fork in his hand and twirled his fingers.

There was a clicking sound, like a joint exploding.

"I want to know if there are any more powerful guys in area i, which is the intensive care unit."

When Kui Shi heard Zhao Guangli's words, he wasn't actually too surprised.

There are so many monsters in this mental hospital, and if you are not careful, you will die without any body parts. I am not one of those real humans, so if I die here, I will be no different from garbage.

"Hmm."

Kuiyan raised his head.

"Look to the left, that's the first guy you need to pay attention to..."