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Because it was the dean of the Huangquan sick building, the owner of the first sick building, and a top red-clothed ghost close to the ghost king level.
No one is surprised by his words.
"Are you guys going to stand by each other now?"
Dean Wang spoke.
The tone is quiet.
The three of them were sweating coldly, and the horror that belonged to the red-clothed ghosts was gone at this moment. They looked at the dean, and then at Shen Jian who was standing silently by the side, feeling extremely entangled in their hearts.
I wanted to walk over, but I recalled the fear of being dominated by the mourning stick.
Don't go, the dean's fear is also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
"I understand, Director He, you are the latest to come to the No. [-] sick building. Maybe you haven't established your understanding of me yet. Let me let you experience what deep-rooted fear is."
Dean Wang looked at the youngest director, and said quietly: "Director He, is your head still on your own? I think your head should be in my hands."
He opened his mouth.
The young director was already full of fear. The other party was actually using his supernatural powers to deal with him, and all his supernatural powers, all supernatural powers... were suppressed.
Click.
In panic, his head fell directly.
Rolled to the ground.
The young director's rolled head stared at the ghost heart in Dean Wang's hand.
It's this ghost heart.
Otherwise, at the same red-clothed level, how could he be completely suppressed in a single contest, even losing his head.
Although not dead.
But it also suffered unimaginable losses.
The little girl No. 15 watched this scene in horror.
In a word, a red-clothed ghost that she thought was invincible immediately lost the ability to resist.
Is this the scary thing about the dean of the ward?
The so-called attack on the sick building at the beginning was really just a delusion.
With this kind of ability, the dean of the sick building is simply invincible.
"number 15."
Dean Wang looked at No. 15 again.
At this time.
Shen Jian spoke.
"Xiao Wang, don't you remember me? I'm Dean Shen."
His words attracted everyone's attention.
Dean Wang glanced over and sized him up: "Principal Shen? Who appointed you as the dean?"
"I thought about it myself. How about it? Does it sound smooth?"
Dean Wang: ...
God thought of it himself.
He also thought that the other party really had a lot of history.
The corner of Dean Wang's mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked at Shen Jian sullenly, "Outsider, you have messed up my place, and you already have a way to kill, I will satisfy you."
"Shouldn't your head be broken?"
The cold voice came out, and a trace of blood flashed in the gray pupils.
The heart in his hand was beating like a war drum, and there were loud echoes.
These are two kinds of supernatural.
One is to unconditionally suppress the supernatural power of a ghost.
One is the ghost of President Wang himself, which distorts reality.
The superposition of the two kinds of supernatural powers, even if the ghost king came, he would still have to become material on the operating table.
Shen Jian tilted his head.
For the first time in so long, he had the feeling of being attacked by a ghost.
Although the impact was minimal, it did affect him.
Shen Jian stepped forward and walked step by step.
Dean Wang's pupils shrank.
invalid?
How could it be invalid.
"Damn it, you died a long time ago. In a medical accident last night, someone cut your belly open, cut your heart, cut your throat, and even your limbs were disintegrated."
"I remember it clearly."
"Outsider, you shouldn't be able to move, you... are already a dead person."
Dean Wang was more serious than ever, and described in detail an extremely complete death scene.
His ghost can distort reality, as long as he can deceive himself, then everything he said will come true.
In his heart, he had already decided that Shen Jian was a dead person.
But right now.
The dead man is moving.
And there is nothing unusual about him.
"No, that's impossible. What kind of monster are you!"
Dean Wang's eyes were filled with blood and tears, he looked crazy, his gray pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, everything in his imagination was completely different from reality, and this would destroy his hard-earned cognition.
The only result of the collapse is a crash.
Shen Jian stopped.
Tsk.
"Xiao Wang, don't struggle. How dare you, a mental patient, be so disrespectful to me, the self-appointed dean?"
"Is it right to judge someone's death, then let me show you what it means to judge someone's death."
Shen Jian took out a booklet from his body.
[Strange Thing - Book of Life and Death (Judge Exclusive)]
【introduce:? ? ? 】
He took out another pen holder.
[Strange Thing—Judge Pen (Exclusively for Judge)]
【introduce:? ? ? 】
"Xiao Wang, this is called condemning life and death."
talking.
Shen Jian turned to the first page of the book of life and death.
A little ecstasy.
Looking like a madman, Dean Wang, who seemed to be suffering from cognitive impairment, suddenly trembled and fell straight to the ground.
Everything was silent.
A top-notch red-clothed ghost that was close to the level of the ghost king fell into a dead state without a sound.
Dean Wang, died.
Chapter 174 Show Me Some Respect, That's Our Dear Dean
"Dull."
Holding the book of life and death in his hand, Shen Jian with the judge's pen looked at it expressionlessly.
On the book of life and death, a line of obvious words emerged.
Wang Cai, the dean of the psychiatric building, a red-clothed ghost.
Ghost life experience: slightly.
after these materials.
It is a big dead letter.
Life and death are judged in the book of life and death.
Hades wanted you to die on the third watch, how could he keep you until the fifth watch.
Even a top-notch red-clothed ghost close to the level of the ghost king couldn't withstand the swipe of his judge's pen.
It's just that such a battle made Shen Jian feel boring.
With the continuous growth of Yin Qi, his horror level has also reached the level of the top red-clothed. Even without the priesthood of King Yama, he is equivalent to a red-clothed ghost at this moment.
Coupled with the three priesthoods of King Yan Luo, King Qin Guang, and King Chu Jiang, and the 99% weakening effect of the coercion of ghosts and gods, let alone getting close to the ghost king, even the real ghost king has come, and he can only pretend to be a grandson in front of him .
How about resurrecting him and whipping the corpse again?
Shen Jian was ready to move.
The rival in love finished the game so quickly, which made him feel no joy of winning.
It just feels so empty.
Needs a bit of a recess to fill in his strengths.
the other side.
Director Ji, Director Zhang, and even the little girl No. 15 were too frightened to speak.
The power of words appears so fragile in front of this scene.
Shocked, horrified, unbelievable...
These emotions echoed in their minds.
"Unlucky, you actually took a knife on me."
At this time, the headless corpse picked up the young director's fallen head and put it back on the head, with a deep fear on his face.
"Where's Dean Wang? I fight him to the death. His ghostly heart can only suppress one person at a time. If we fight together, he can't stop it."
The young director said angrily.
The corner of Director Ji's mouth twitched, he just turned around and made a "shh" motion.
The young director rubbed his newly recovered head, shifted his gaze, and obviously saw Shen Jian who was walking in the front.
But what about Dean Wang?
Why can't I see anyone?
There was doubt on his face.
Shouted: "Doctor Shen, what about that Gouba thing, I'll help you deal with him together."
"Shut up, you, who told you to call Dr. Shen, that's Dean Shen." Director Ji turned his head and scolded, "You just don't know how to measure."
"President Shen, as the leader of our No. [-] ward, led us who were coerced to successfully overthrow the evil dean of the ward. From today onwards, we shall regard him as the new dean to lead the hospital."
Young director: ...
You didn't say that before.