"Top...top floor?"

The skinny guy was almost scared to death.

He wasn't very brave to begin with, and the tall, fat guy almost made him urinate uncontrollably.

Go to the top floor?

The mentally ill people around here are like zombies; they seem to want to drag the two of them inside and devour them!

Under these circumstances, how could I dare to go to the top floor?

If the first floor is this scary, who knows what's on the top floor!

"What are you afraid of? We are masters of internal energy! Let alone a few mental patients, even if we go to a war zone, we can fight back and forth without getting hurt. Your fear is really embarrassing for us."

Although the tall, fat man was also afraid, he didn't show it on his face. He shrugged and forced out a look of disgust.

He was afraid, but he couldn't let his underlings see it.

Otherwise, it would be a very embarrassing thing.

"Brother Dong, it's so good to have you here..."

The skinny man looked at the tall, fat man with envy in his eyes and said sincerely, "You're so brave. With you here, I feel really safe."

"Of course! There's nothing in this world that can scare me!"

The tall, chubby man stretched his shoulders, looking quite pleased with himself.

He enjoyed the flattery from the skinny man, and gradually, his vanity began to swell, making him somewhat carried away.

"You stay here and follow along. We're going up there now. No matter how terrifying that Black Cloud Evil God is, your Brother Dong isn't afraid!"

The tall, chubby man confidently stepped up the stairs with his arms crossed, while the short, thin man followed quickly, bowing and scraping.

This is the top mental hospital in Yan Province, but perhaps due to years of disrepair, its only elevator has been removed.

It could also be because... there are no normal people here.

Even the staff use drones to feed the mental patients.

But since there are no caregivers, the environment here is very dirty and chaotic.

Several elderly mental patients were crawling around on the ground like wild animals.

It seems very inhumane.

The two people sent by the Jiang family were the first normal people to enter this mental hospital in many years.

"Brother Dong, is this really not a prison? How could their families be so heartless as to send a patient here?"

The short, thin man went up to the second floor, furious.

Even if neither he nor the tall, fat man were good people, and both had blood on their hands, they wouldn't do something so heinous!

Aren't the family members of mentally ill people family members too?

How could someone do such a thing!

"Who told you this isn't a prison?"

For no apparent reason, the tall, fat man stopped in his tracks, his expression instantly turning serious.

"Huh? Brother Dong, what do you mean by that...?"

The short, thin man didn't understand what he was saying.

This is clearly a mental hospital, how could it be a prison?

Is Dong Ge getting senile?

"Idiot, look for yourself!"

The tall, fat man's face was gloomy, and a sense of gravity suddenly welled up in his heart.

A dozen or so people had appeared in front of them, lined up neatly, staring at them with cold eyes.

They might sneer, appear dazed, or grin and joke.

Although none of them seemed like normal people, the cold aura they exuded made them seem unlike mental patients.

They put immense pressure on the two of them!

"Holy crap! When did this appear?"

The skinny man was taken aback for a moment, then quickly assumed a fighting stance.

Like the tall, fat man, he also sensed a crisis.

These people in front of me... are all martial artists!

Who are you?

The tall, fat man asked in a deep voice.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Are all these people... mentally ill patients here?

How could a mentally ill person possess such a high level of cultivation!

"That's enough for you. The floors above are not for you."

A middle-aged man with his arms crossed sneered, his tone icy.

"You're here to see the Black Emperor, aren't you?"

The woman, who had been grinning, narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly asked a question.

They had already figured out the two men's intentions.

"The Black Emperor? The Black Cloud Evil God? Yes, we've come here to find him!"

The skinny guy was simple-minded and stubborn, so he directly revealed the two men's intentions.

"Just as I expected."

The middle-aged man's sneer deepened, and he said, "Go back to where you came from. You are not qualified to see the Black Emperor!"

"Are you determined to stop us?"

The tall, fat man was a bit more shrewd than the short, thin man, and he had already figured it out.

This mental hospital is indeed quite extraordinary.

The first layer consists of ordinary mentally ill people, most of whom are unable to take care of themselves. Only a small number of adults have good limb coordination, but most of them have some intellectual problems.

Once you get to the second floor, things start to look noticeably different.

They were all young adults, and compared to ordinary people, they were probably only lacking in intelligence.

But these people... are very strong!

The tall, fat man felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart.

This is only the second level, and there are already more than a dozen martial artists blocking the way.

This building has a full five floors.

Although both of them are masters of internal strength, if the strength distribution in this building is indeed arranged in a progressively increasing manner, they will encounter another master of internal strength on the fourth floor at most.

Whether they can hold out until they reach the top and find the Black Cloud Evil God is really hard to say!

"Outsiders are not welcome here, get out of here!"

Unexpectedly, the person with dementia turned out to be the most short-tempered. Without a word, he rushed over and raised his hand to attack the two of them.

"court death!"

Although the skinny guy was timid, he was still strong. With a cold look in his eyes, he threw a punch.

Bang!

The domineering nature of the master of internal strength was clearly demonstrated at this moment.

Although these people were martial artists, they were no different from clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of masters of internal strength!

"Pfft!"

The mentally challenged man was sent flying by a punch, crashing heavily to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth everywhere. He was barely breathing.

"Brother Dong, aren't I amazing!"

The skinny guy had a look on his face that seemed to be asking for praise.

"Idiot! You've complicated things!"

The tall, fat man was taken aback. He wanted to stop him, but he forgot that the skinny man was just as strong as him. In just a moment of hesitation, everything was already settled.

He was practically cursing the skinny guy to death in his mind.

In this situation, would you still dare to take action?

Do you even know how to write the word "death"?

They're here to find someone, not to beat up Black Cloud Evil God's henchmen!

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you really beat the Black Cloud Evil God who gives the Tianjin Guards a headache?

idiot!

"No... Please let me explain. It's all a misunderstanding. We've come here simply to find the Black Emperor you've mentioned and ask him for a favor."

The tall, chubby man hurriedly spoke, rubbing his hands together, his face full of embarrassment.

He tried to make amends, but the other party didn't appreciate it at all.

"I didn't expect him to be such a master... But now, we've formed a grudge!"