Originally, Dr. Michael was planning to tell Jingchuan directly that he was not sick, but seeing Jingchuan's expression...it was better to be more tactful.
"Thanks."
Jingchuan said weakly, he really didn't want to tell Dr. Michael that he was from the Mental Illness Prevention Center...
Doctor Michael watched Jingchuan leave and was about to write down a record about Jingchuan in his notebook, but his mind was in a trance for a moment, and he forgot to record it. The next moment, he felt a sudden sense of longing in his heart...
Dr. Michael shook his head, dispelling the desire in his heart, thinking it was just an illusion.
Jingchuan thanked Dr. Michael, sighed, and prepared to leave. The whispers every night had disturbed Jingchuan's life. This devilish language lingered in his heart, and his aching head showed its presence everywhere.
Jingchuan was almost driven crazy by this sound!
After saying goodbye to the hospital, Jingchuan didn't know what kind of mentality he was in all the way back to the rental house. He opened the door, took off his shoes, and was about to take a short rest when the waves of pain came again!
"Great..."
"You are the ruler of the old days, you are the master of the eternal night."
“You are the source of everything, and you are the creator of everything.”
"Please...save your believers..."
A clear voice exploded from his mind, and Jingchuan felt as if a silver needle was inserted into his temple!
Jingchuan fell to the ground and hit his forehead on the corner of the shoe rack, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He only felt that the mental pain was unbearable!
He curled up his body and groans came out of his mouth. Jingchuan's screams became hysterical. As time passed, the screams gradually subsided and finally stopped.
His consciousness was gradually fading away, and Jingchuan only felt that his body was gradually becoming lighter, the surrounding scenes were rapidly moving away, and the strange light and shadow that he could vaguely see gradually became real.
He seemed to have arrived above an altar. Around the altar, human figures were kneeling on the ground, worshiping the altar.
There were not many people visiting the altar, only about four or five, but they were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, with black hair and brown eyes. They were of European and American descent with dark features, and there was an unspeakable fanaticism in their eyes.
The elderly noble in the lead, wearing a silk hat, a white shirt, and a black vest, had a reverent expression. He bowed his forehead to the ground and spoke respectfully, but his words hinted at confusion: "Your most loyal servant is being searched by the False God Church. Please issue a decree to rescue your servant..."
As the flames burned fiercely, bits of starlight penetrated into Jingchuan's body. All of this made Jingchuan feel a little overwhelmed.
Who am I? Where am I? What is going on?
Jingchuan subconsciously raised his head. In the air, above the black curtain, a crimson crescent moon hung high in the dome, shining peacefully.
Beside the red moon, the stars are shining!
"When the stars return to their positions, the gods awaken!"
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