I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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After Lin Qiye and others sneaked into the manor, they went directly to the second floor, contacted Shen Qingzhu through Jiang Er's ability, and asked him to lead a [believer] to the second floor and quietly kill him.

In a face-to-face confrontation, Lin Qiye and others can also kill the seventh seat, but the problem is that this will inevitably attract the attention of several other [believers], thus falling into a situation of being besieged, so the first point of this ambush is, It is "quietly".

Whether it's Jiang'er's [Spiritual Field], An Qingyu's concentrated spiritual pollution, Lin Qiye's [Eternal Secret Garden], or Fatty Wanwu's disarm, all are for the purpose of preventing the seventh seat from making a sound. case, kill it.

"Next, the main threat is the man in the 'Klein' realm underground, and the ninth seat strolling in the yard." Lin Qiye felt it carefully, "The good news is that the 'Klein' man Rein' seems to have been seriously injured by the sword spirit of the senior Juggernaut, and his breath is very weak, so it's not like we have no chance of winning."

"Then shall we kill him first, or the ninth seat first?" An Qingyu asked.

Baili Pangpang smacked his lips, "The ninth seat... how should I put it, it was quite pleasing to the eye last time. It would be a pity to die like this."

"Then go underground first and kill 'Klein'." Lin Qiye said, "As long as 'Klein' is dead, the ninth seat is just an 'Infinity', and it can be dealt with in any way."

"It's just 'Boundless'..." Cao Yuan said with emotion, "Now, are we all so loud?"

"Be more confident, we are the students of Juggernaut after all, so what is a mere 'infinite'?"

Baili Pangpang patted him on the shoulder, "Oh yes, I forgot, Lao Cao, you are still in the 'Chuan' realm..."

Cao Yuan: ...

"Come on, Lao Cao, even sister Jiang'er is in the 'sea' state, you are a bit embarrassing, senior?"

On the side, Jiang Er, who was floating in mid-air, lowered his head and said with some embarrassment:

"My realm is not all my own cultivation... This is incomparable."

"Didn't you fix it all by yourself?" Baili Pangpang looked at her suspiciously.

Realm, can you not rely on your own cultivation?

Not only Baili is fat, but the eyes of other people are also full of doubts.

"Well... something happened." Jiang Er didn't seem to want to say more on this issue, so he muddled through it vaguely.

Everyone was tactful and didn't continue to ask.

"By the way, does Brother Yan need our help?" Baili Pangpang asked worriedly.

"No need." The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth rose slightly, "It seems that he is already very skilled in assassination..."

……

first floor.

Silence.

The silence is not because of the silence, but because the air that transmits the sound here has been completely drained.

Seat No.12, covered in bruises and bruises, seemed to be insane, desperately rushing towards a certain direction, he opened his mouth to an exaggerated extent, wanting to breathe fresh air, his eyes were full of panic.

Suddenly, his body seemed to hit an invisible wall and was bounced back abruptly.

He fell heavily to the ground, the veins all over his body were bulging, and his expression was silently ferocious.

Shen Qingzhu put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall calmly, lowered his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with his fingertips.

Yes, ignite.

Around him is the only place where there is air in this vacuum area.

"Huh..." Shen Qingzhu breathed out a smoke ring calmly.

No.12 Xi stared at Shen Qingzhu, suddenly, he got up from the ground suddenly, with a strange black light blooming from his body, he rushed towards Shen Qingzhu not far away like a sharp arrow!

boom--!

Again, he was bounced back.

An invisible wall of high-pressure air has completely sealed him off.

More than 600 cubic meters of air was compressed by Shen Qingzhu into an air wall less than two millimeters thick. It seemed like a thin plate, but it could easily withstand the bombing of an intercontinental missile, let alone just a No. .12 seats.

The No.12 seat frantically hammered at the wall of air, roaring silently, as if cursing something.

Shen Qingzhu was not at all interested in what he was talking about.

He was just smoking a cigarette, looked at him with a smile, and said slowly:

"In your next life, remember to respect your seniors."

Snapped--!

The two-millimeter-thick high-pressure air wall instantly condensed into a bundle, passed through the respiratory tract, and penetrated into No. 12's lungs.

then,

exploded.