I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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"The search is over."

"En." Zhou Ping nodded.

He walked to the corner of the garage, his footsteps were a little flimsy, he leaned his back against a pillar, and sat down slowly...

His right hand was still trembling slightly.

His eyes reflected the flames dancing in the furnace in the dark parking lot, he was thinking about something, and after a long time, he closed his eyes gently.

I don't know how long it took, and a slight voice came from a distance.

Zhou Ping frowned, and tried to open his eyes, with bloodshot eyes clinging to them, looking extremely haggard.

In another corner of the parking lot, the pale Chen Han walked up to Zhou Ping with three seven or eight-year-old children.

Zhou Ping looked at the three children with surprise in his eyes.

"My mental power is limited, and I can't heal everyone for the time being... so I saved the children first." Chen Han said weakly, "These three children seem to be very talented, and they have escaped the influence of the gang wind and woke up.

Lu Yu, you and Senior Juggernaut take care of these three children. "

"Yes!"

Lu Yu walked quickly to the side of the three children. After a short rest, Chen Han walked towards the other side of the garage.

The three children, two boys and one girl, were all wearing thick clothes to keep warm from the cold, perhaps because they had been outside for a long time, their cheeks were flushed, their lips were a little purple, but their eyes were still as bright as stars.

"What's your name?" Lu Yu asked.

"My name is Li Ruodie." The girl said softly.

"My name is Wang Jiaqi."

"Chen Nan."

The three children glanced at the passers-by who were unconscious beside them, and there seemed to be some fear in their eyes.

"Big brother, are you also a night watchman?" Although Li Ruodie is a girl, she doesn't seem to be timid. Her jewel-like eyes looked at Lu Yu curiously and asked.

"You know the night watchman?" Lu Yu asked in surprise.

"That brother told us just now." Wang Jiaqi replied, "He said that the night watchman is the superman who protects us."

Lu Yu smiled, "Then I am indeed a night watchman."

"What about you, brother?"

Li Ruodie looked at Zhou Ping who was huddled in the corner.

Zhou Ping paused, then said hoarsely, "I'm not a night watchman."

"Although he is not a night watchman, he is a superman even stronger than a night watchman." Lu Yu patiently explained to the children, "He is the sword master of our Great Xia."

"Juggernaut?"

Several children opened their mouths.

Chen Nan stared at Zhou Ping for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Brother, do you know how to be invisible and use Bladestorm?"

"Idiot Li Nan, you're not the sword master in the game!" Li Ruodie corrected.

"Oh……"

"Big Xia's Juggernaut, sounds amazing!!" Wang Jiaqi looked at Zhou Ping with eyes filled with admiration, "Brother Juggernaut, how did you become a Juggernaut? Can I become a Juggernaut in the future? "

Zhou Ping froze in place.

His eyes were fixed on the three children, but his thoughts had returned to many years ago.

……

It was an ordinary afternoon.

Rolling up his sleeves, Zhou Ping was sitting on the steps of Sanjiu's native restaurant, washing vegetables seriously.

A man in a dark red cloak sat beside him.

Zhou Ping was so focused on washing the vegetables that he didn't notice his existence at all.

The man stared at him for a long time, then smiled,

"Your name is Zhou Ping?"

Zhou Ping raised his head, wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wrist, and nodded.

"My name is Ye Fan." The man said.

"Oh."

Zhou Ping glanced at him, lowered his head and continued to wash the vegetables.

"..." Ye Fan paused, "Do you want to be the ceiling of humanity?"

"What is the Human Ceiling?"

"That is, when the sky falls, the person who can carry the sky on his back." Ye Fan pointed to the sky above his head.

"I do not understand."

"It's to protect this country and protect these people... the strongest of mankind." Ye Fan explained in an easy-to-understand manner.

Zhou Ping thought for a while, "Similar to a hero?"

"Yes, similar to heroes."

Zhou Ping thought for a while, "It sounds good to be a hero, but I don't like the name 'Human Ceiling', it's not aggressive enough."

"Then what do you want to be called?"

Zhou Ping lowered his head, shook the water off his hands, and glanced at the wooden sword on the steps.

"Jugmaster." He said, "If you ask me to be Daxia's Juggernaut, I will promise you."