Jiang He was silent for a while.
There was an inexplicable killing intent in his heart.
He took a bite of the grilled fish and shouted to the boss: "Boss, the grilled fish is too salty today. You have to grill it better for me next time you come here!"
The boss wiped away his tears and said loudly: "Okay!"
"Ding!"
"Eat properly, strength +10kg."
After finishing the supper.
Jiang He gave the shop owner 20,000 yuan, but the boss insisted on refunding the money, but Jiang He said, "Didn't you say before that there are three old men from mental hospitals who owe you a lot of money?"
"Those are my three brothers. They are not very smart. Don't mind... just deduct the money from here."
"Save the rest here for you."
"Every time I come here to eat, you keep the accounts yourself. When the money is spent, tell me and I will renew... If you really refund the money, then I will not come to your place in the future."
Speaking of which.
Jiang He's tone paused and he said with a smile: "At worst, wait until next time when I kill the bastards from the Demon Sect, and you can just treat me to a grilled fish!"
On the way back to the hospital.
He didn't know why, but Jiang He felt that his heart was heavy.
It was as if there was a stone weighing on my heart.
He took out his mobile phone and searched for bad news about Tianmomen...
"A demon... can actually jump around for so long?"
Jiang He was filled with doubts.
Daxia Martial Arts has developed for decades and many masters have been born.
Especially in the early stages of spiritual recovery.
It is said that there were many "opportunities" at that time, and many people might become top masters overnight.
There are also some "ancient martial artists" who insisted on practicing martial arts before their spiritual energy was revived. After their spiritual energy was revived, they made rapid progress and achieved great achievements in a short period of time!
Don't these big guys take action?
He put away his cell phone and secretly made up his mind, saying: "Kill them all to death, the generals, deities, elders, protectors, and holy masters!"
Return to the ward.
Jiang He had no intention of sleeping, turned on his computer, and continued practicing the [Great Method of Disintegration of Heavenly Demons].
Since [Great Sage Fist] is difficult.
Then pick the simple ones first.
After cultivating the [Great Magic of Demon Disintegration], I have a trump card... I will slowly conquer the [Great Sage Fist] when the time comes.
unconsciously.
It's dawn outside.
Jiang He washed up and saw that Wei Jian was unconscious or asleep, so he quietly went out with a knife on his back, planning to go for a morning jog first.
…………
Room 403.
"Old Huang...Old Huang!"
"Jiang He is out."
"Quick, keep up..."
Room 405.
"Hurry...those two old guys are out with Jiang He!"
"Follow up quickly!"
…………
"Huh?"
Jiang He was jogging around the inpatient building with a knife on his back.
He looked back and said in surprise: "Are these... the newly admitted patients in wards 403 and 405 next door? I didn't expect them to be so self-disciplined and come for a morning run?"
besides.
And Dean An.
Dean An has the habit of doing morning exercises on weekdays, but instead of running in the morning, he plays with the equipment next to the inpatient building.
Looking at Jiang He and the others, Dean An nodded happily.
I couldn't help but change my mind and said: "As expected of someone who lives in the VIP ward, life is all about self-discipline."
When patient 403 passed by, Dean An even shouted: "Are they Lao Huang and Lao Zhang? Exercise well. A strong body is the key to fighting the disease..."
Ran 2 laps.
"Ding!"
"Reasonable exercise, strength +10Kg."
The system prompt sounded in my mind.
Jiang He stopped.
behind him.
Lao Huang and Lao Zhang from 403 also stopped.
When the two veteran sixth-grade men saw Jiang He turning around and approaching, they were at a loss for a moment...
"quick!"
"He's coming over...Old Zhang, how should a mental patient say hello?"
behind them.
The four people in 405 also looked nervous.
They stared at the two "patients" of 403 with full vigilance. One of them whispered: "Everyone, keep an eye on it... Once those two old guys dare to take action, they must be taken down as soon as possible!"
"We must ensure Jianghe's safety...and not affect other people in the hospital!"
Jiang He didn't notice all this.
He felt that since they were "neighbors" and everyone liked "morning jogs", it was the most basic courtesy to say hello when they met, so he stepped forward and said, "Hello, I am Jiang He from ward 404, and you two are from ward 403, right?" ?”
Said.
Stretched out his hand.
Old Huang, who was initially at a loss for words and afraid of being exposed, suddenly remembered the mentally ill old man he met yesterday. He seemed normal, but when he was chatting with you, he tried every possible means to give you an injection.
then……
Lao Huang also extended his hand.
He shook hands with Jiang He, smiled silly, and said, "Don't you look very young, little brother? We are destined to meet each other. Please go back and walk around more... If you don't mind, I can give you an injection." "
"..."
Damn it!
Here comes another old glass?
Jiang He was so screwed by Lao Wang that he now had some adverse reactions to the word "injection". He almost vomited, and quickly pulled his hand back, and "Bang" punched him!
"Ding!"
"You have experienced a battle, and your strength is +10kg."
Lao Huang Que was unprepared and received a punch, and the energy in his body almost exploded. Lao Zhang on the side quickly grabbed Lao Huang's hand, gave him a look and shook his head.
behind.
The four "patients" of 405 were on full alert, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Huh?
Jiang He was stunned.
【fighting】?
Is this a brush?
This old glass... is actually a warrior?
He was about to ask, when——
"Hey hey hey!"
Dean An ran over in time and scolded: "What are you doing...Jiang He, why do you hit someone?"
"snort!"
Jiang He snorted coldly without explaining.
"Old Huang...are you okay?"
Dean An looked at Old Huang again. Old Huang glanced at Jiang He angrily and said, "I'm fine!"
"What are you looking at?"
Jiang He made a gesture of digging out his eyes and cursed: "Old dog, look at me digging out those dog baskets of yours again!"
"No, no, no!"
As a dean.
How could you just watch your patients argue and fight?
Moreover, Jiang He can kill even martial arts masters. If he gets sick and is crippled by these people, then the hospital can't be sued for bankruptcy?
He rolled his eyes and said quickly: "Everyone, calm down...it's almost breakfast time. I'll give you a question to test your IQ."
Jiang He sneered: "This group of mentally ill people are worthy of comparing their IQs with me... Dean, you come up with the questions!"
Old Huang was punched for no reason and was looked down upon again. At this moment, he was furious. With the law enforcement team there, he couldn't take action, but it was okay to regain some ground based on his IQ. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said : "Ask a question!"
Several "patients" from 405 also came over.
They looked curious.
I often heard that mental hospitals would issue some examination questions to test the mental state and recovery of patients. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to witness it with my own eyes today.
When Dean An saw that the conflict had changed, he immediately said cheerfully: "Is there anything you can eat after you pull it out of your butt?"
"egg!"
Jiang He blurted out.
"How can this kind of IQ test question be so simple?"
Lao Huang sneered, glanced at Jiang He with disdain, and then said confidently: "I guess... it should be Enoki mushrooms!"
