Two figures pushed open the gate and walked out.

Shen Qingzhu put one hand in his pocket and held a cigarette in his mouth with the other hand. Just as he was about to light it, his fingers stopped in mid-air.

He looked around and asked uncertainly, "Heaven... shouldn't ban smoking?"

"...I can't help it. Don't worry." Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched.

"How do you know?"

"Those immortals who make alchemy burn cigarettes and blow up their alchemy furnaces every day and it's okay. What's the big deal if you light a cigarette?" Baili Pangpang waved his hand, "If you really want to ban smoking, just wait until you get caught."

"Too."

Shen Qingzhu silently lit the cigarette.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long puff of smoke, as if he wanted to mix the feeling of powerlessness and depression in his heart into the smoke and exhale it all in one go.

"Brother."

"Um?"

"What do you think about being a god's agent?"

"What did you say?"

Shen Qingzhu stood there in a daze.

Baili Pangpang grinned, pointed at the surrounding fairy palaces and said, "Look, now is not the past, the Great Xia gods have returned completely, there are so many gods, there must be a few who want to recruit some disciples, or find an agent, right?

I think, Brother Zhua, you are gifted and have an extraordinary character. The possibility of being chosen by the Great Xia God to be his agent is very high...

Tell me, if the Lord of Daode, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother all come to you to be their agent, which one would you choose?"

Shen Qingzhu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked suspiciously at Baili Pangpang beside him, "Are you kidding me?"

"If so, let me give you an example!"

"..." Shen Qingzhu was silent for a moment, "I don't choose any of them."

"Why?"

Shen Qingzhu stopped and said, "I don't want to be anyone's agent, nor do I want to be anyone's shadow... I just want to be myself."

Baili Pangpang looked at him for a moment, then looked away and nodded.

"Yes, I see."

"Which direction is the Heavenly Palace toilet?"

"Uh... I don't know either. Can I catch a god and ask for directions?"

“Do they really need toilets?”

“…”

…

After Michael finished talking with Lin Qiye, he left on his own.

Lin Qiye went back to the yard to train for a while. When he was sweating profusely, he sat in the dog-skin wheelchair back to the bed and lay on his back.

Judging from today's rehabilitation situation, it will probably take four or five days for this body to recover to its original level. According to Tianzun and Michael, the transaction between them must be completed as soon as possible. Lin Qiye plans to wait until he recovers and then immediately set off to the lower world and follow Michael to that mysterious place to retrieve the transaction items.

Looking at the ceiling above his head, Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Gods' Mental Hospital in his mind.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the dean's office, he heard a sad and melancholy elegy coming from the stone steps in front of the courtyard:

"…brown guava and green ivy, I must stretch out my rough fingers to shake off your yellow leaves.

Because of the tragedy of your relatives and friends, the weight of pain, I am forced to come and disturb your prime years;

Young Dean Lin died in a turbulent time.

Young Dean Lin has never left his family..."

Lin Qiye turned his head blankly and saw countless caregivers in dark blue uniforms standing neatly together in the empty courtyard, lowering their heads and silently wiping their tears.

Li Yifei stood in front of all the nurses, wearing a white hat, a white satin belt, and his eyes were red, as if he had just cried. Behind him, several other ministers stood in a row, their expressions were also extremely sad. Among them, Wangcai, who participated in the war of gods, had a bandage on his dog leg, and was trembling on a crutch, using his claws to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

On the stone steps in front of the courtyard, Bragi was holding a harp, facing everyone with a sad and mournful expression. He plucked the strings again and again, and sang a elegy with sobs.

When Braki's poem stopped, Li Yifei, who was standing at the front, took a deep breath, glared with red eyes and shouted:

"Send the dean away!!"

Swoosh——!!!

Hongyan took out a stack of white paper money from her pocket and threw it into the sky. The paper money fluttered into the yard, and the caregivers' crying became more sad and miserable.

"Wow, rest in peace, Dean Lin..."

"Dean Lin, we will miss you."

"Dean, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, please send us a dream so that we can satisfy you..."

"Dean Lin, you died so tragically!"

“…”

The sounds of ghosts howling and wolves howling echoed in the courtyard. Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, stood at the door of the dean's office, with the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.

He seemed to have noticed something and looked up towards the second floor.

At the door of several wards, a monkey in a torn cassock and a man in a gray robe were leaning silently against the railings. Beside each of them were dozens of empty wine jars. They stared at the white paper money scattered all over the sky with complicated eyes.

"Do you believe it?" Gilgamesh suddenly asked.

"What?"

“

"...I don't believe it." Sun Wukong was silent for a moment and shook his head. "It's not that easy for him to die... Besides, he is the master of this place. If he really died, how could there be no changes here?"

"Really?" Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do you really think that this hospital depends on his life?"

Sun Wukong frowned.

"You have been here for such a long time, you should be able to see how high the status of this hospital is. How could an existence of this level be attached to the soul of a mortal and disappear with his death?" Gilgamesh shook his head.

"Besides, is he... really the owner of this place? Is there anything that can prove it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything." Gilgamesh turned his head and calmly looked at the many nurses crying in the yard. "I just think that this place is not that simple."

While the two were talking, Li Yifei, who was standing in the yard, shouted again:

"Bai Lingzhai!"

Song——!

Hundreds of nursing staff in the hospital suddenly turned around at the same time and bowed deeply to Lin Qiye's office in the hospital building.

When everyone stood up, wiping their tears, they saw a familiar white figure standing at the door of the dean's office. They were slightly startled, rubbed their eyes, and looked intently...

Under the dull gaze of the nurses, Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and took out his hand from his pocket:

"…Stand up."

There was dead silence in the courtyard.

After several seconds, a nurse finally responded. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and he shouted in horror:

"Dean Lin has appeared!!!"

The entire Gods Mental Hospital was suddenly plunged into unparalleled chaos.