Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then they all looked at Zhou Ping with subtle expressions.

After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he realized what he had just said. He silently closed his mouth, turned his head to the side, and his toes in his sneakers couldn't help but scratch the soles...

"I never knew that Senior Sword Saint could say such domineering lines..." Fatty Baili grinned, "And they sound much better than mine."

"Senior Sword Saint, how did you come up with this idea?" Lin Qiye asked puzzledly.

Zhou Ping's mouth twitched slightly, "If you read too many novels... you will learn it naturally."

Lin Qiye and the others showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

"I'm very curious." Baili Pangpang blinked, "Senior Sword Saint, you must have said this kind of lines many times before, right? Are there any particularly domineering ones? We also want to hear them."

Zhou Ping was concentrating on looking at the white clouds outside the window, and seemed not to have heard Baili Pangpang's words at all. He just moved silently towards the cabin.

Cao Yuan leaned over to Baili Pangpang's ear and whispered, "You'd better stop teasing him. I'm afraid if you continue talking, he will jump out of the plane and escape..."

Baili Pangpang coughed twice and closed his mouth.

The cabin fell silent again.

Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Gods' Mental Hospital in his mind.

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Lin Qiye put on a white coat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in the yard.

"Good morning, Dean Lin."

Braki, who was practicing poetry in the silent barrier on the rooftop, put down the harp in his hand when he saw Lin Qiye. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he bowed like a gentleman to greet him, with his long golden hair falling silkily in front of him. "May your mood today be as beautiful as the morning dew."

Lin Qiye smiled and nodded, "Good morning, Braki."

Ever since Bragi started writing to Eden every day, he has completely regained his previous lively and cheerful state, and even looks better than before. The progress of his treatment has also increased like a rocket, reaching 71%, almost on par with Merlin.

Just as Lin Qiye thought of Merlin, the figure in the dark blue wizard robe came towards him.

In his left hand, Meilin held a brick-thick book called "Health Preservation: Have You Really Done It?", and in his right hand, he held a thermos cup filled with wolfberries. His sparse hair fluttered in the breeze, making him look cool.

"Your Excellency the Dean." Merlin greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Lord Merlin."

Merlin's eyes fell on Lin Qiye, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Dean, it seems that your realm has improved again. If I am not mistaken, we will welcome a new neighbor today."

"You guessed it right."

Lin Qiye nodded.

When Braki upstairs heard this conversation, his eyes suddenly lit up. He jumped down from the roof holding the harp and landed in the middle of the yard.

"New neighbor?" Braki's expression was somewhat excited. He carefully combed his golden hair that was as dazzling as the sun. "Oh, this is really an exciting thing. I hope this new neighbor can appreciate my music and poetry, so that I can present him with a grand and wonderful welcome music."

"..." Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "I think the probability is not high."

Hearing this, Merlin's brows slightly raised, "Mr. Dean, from what you said, it seems that you have already guessed the identity of this new neighbor?"

"I guessed a little... But, to be honest, I still don't quite believe it..." Lin Qiye sighed.

"Will he be difficult to get along with?" Braki asked doubtfully.

"...If the stories about him are true, he might not be easy to get along with."

"It doesn't matter. I believe my music, which is full of love and tolerance, will surely impress him! No one can resist the charm of music!" Braki plucked the strings lightly, producing a pleasant sound. "I can't wait to welcome the new neighbor!"

Lin Qiye looked at him with a strange expression, said nothing, and just walked silently towards the ward on the second floor.

Merlin and Bragi followed behind him, and they were also very curious about the identity of this new neighbor.

The three of them went upstairs and found that Nyx, wearing a star-shaped gauze skirt, was already standing by the stairs, holding a bunch of black wool in her hands, looking at them with a smile.

"Mother, you are here too?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"I also want to see what kind of person this new neighbor is." Nyx's face showed a dignified and gentle smile. "Since everyone has come to greet him, it's not good for me to be absent."

Lin Qiye nodded, walked along the corridor to the door of the fourth ward, and slowly stopped.

He looked up at the wooden sign at the door of the ward and his eyes became complicated.

The pattern on the wooden sign on this ward is very simple, it is a stick.

The stick is slender, with a deep red center and gilded ends, and a faint halo flowing on its surface...

"Stick?" Merlin saw the pattern and thought, "There don't seem to be many gods who use long sticks as weapons. And judging from the shape of this stick, it shouldn't be a god from the West..."

Lin Qiye reached out, grasped the door handle, and took a deep breath.

Behind the first door is the goddess of night from Greek mythology; behind the second door is the god of magic from English legend; behind the third door is the god of music and poetry, and the god of youth from Norse mythology...

Behind this fourth door, could it be...

With a stick, an oriental god.

His identity is about to be revealed.

Lin Qiye slowly turned the doorknob, the sound of a mechanism came from inside the door, and the door opened gently.

The sunlight outside the door penetrated through the gradually widening gap in the door and sprinkled into the dark room. Outside the door, four pairs of eyes looked into the ward curiously.

There was no bed, no table, no light, no furniture. The bare walls reflected the sunlight. In the middle of the ward, a figure was sitting cross-legged quietly on the ground.

It was an ancient ape wearing a cassock.

The golden lines reflected the sunlight, crisscrossing the surface of the bright red robes. A faint halo flowed around the robes, like an illusory Buddha light, enveloping the body of the ancient ape.

The dark brown hair was exposed to the air, the monkey's eyelids were drooped, his pupils were not visible, and a thin layer of dust covered his messy eyelashes. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, like an ancient Buddha that had existed here since time immemorial.

The door of the ward has been completely opened.

Sunlight and fresh air poured into the room, and a gentle breeze blew a corner of the cassock.

The ancient ape still maintained its original posture, with its hands clasped together, like a sculpture, motionless.

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