I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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"The ninth seat... No, He Lin, how many years have you been with me?"

"Eleven years, my lord."

"11 years." Yan Yu looked into his eyes with emotion, "I still remember when I saw you for the first time, you were a depressed young man with great power, But willing to perish in this filthy society..."

"Yes, Mr. Yuyu." The ninth seat seemed to recall something, his eyes were a little helpless, "If I hadn't met you, I might have starved to death on the street."

"I remember, you liked watching Water Margin very much."

"You have a good memory."

"Hehe, because you told me that I am your Song Jiang."

"Yes, you have always been Song Jiang in my heart."

"Then..." The smile on the corners of Yan Yu's mouth gradually faded, "Are you willing to die for me, Song Jiang, like a hero in Liangshan?"

The ninth seat froze in place.

"Master Whispering..."

"He Lin." Whispering said calmly, "The spiritual power that this altar lacks is exactly equivalent to the spiritual power of an 'immeasurable'. As long as you die, the following [source conductors] will destroy your spiritual power." All the power is absorbed, and the Underworld Altar is activated.

For 【Believer】, for me...

go to hell. "

The ninth seat stared blankly at the raving eyes, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"Master Whisperer."

"Huh? Do you have any last words?"

"You really haven't changed at all."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"You are still the same as you were 11 years ago... you don't like reading books."

This inexplicable sentence made Yan Yu a little confused.

"Song Jiang, he has never been a good man, he is just a hypocrite...

You, too. "

The ninth seat stretched out his hand and grabbed the raving throat like lightning!

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"I'm sorry, my respected Lord Song Jiang...

I am an undercover agent. "