Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 330 Half-Dead World Tree
It was as if when everyone was gathered by the pond admiring the carp, suddenly a huge rock fell from somewhere and smashed all the fish to death with a plop. The silence of everyone at this moment was so surprising and incredible.

"Are you sure?" Gu Ran, with a black bird on his shoulder, couldn't help but ask.

"Not sure." He Qingyan said irresponsibly, "I would paint this mountain range as a fallen tree - I just had this inspiration."

"Qingyan's inspiration can be regarded as a prophecy." Yan Hanxiang said.

There is a professional term for favoring daughters to this extent: daughter-control.

But He Qingyan's inspiration is indeed unusual.

"Xiaoran, go up and take a look." Zhuang Jing said.

"Yeah." Gu Ran walked a little further away and turned into a majestic black dragon.

"Just in case, Chen Ke, please draw this and let him take the draft paper."

"Okay." Chen Ke took out the comic manuscript paper and quickly drew the current scene.

Su Qing watched her paint.

He Qingyan caressed Hei Long's body, raised her head and asked him, "Do you feel anything?"

It's not about "do you feel it?" when the doctor pinches your thigh after you fall and goes for a surgical check-up, but "do you feel it?" when the girl kisses your Adam's apple in the bedroom.

What does the Adam’s apple feel like?
"No." Gu Ran replied.

"Harder? Lighter?" She adjusted the strength of her hands as she spoke.

“It’s not a question of severity.”

"Wrong location?"

Gu Ran was too lazy to speak.

"I understand!" He Qingyan pounded her right fist into the palm of her left hand and said with a smile, "It's because the atmosphere is wrong. There are too many people, right?"

Everything is wrong, including you.

However, being with He Qingyan, he can still maintain a happy mood even in front of the destroyed World Tree - which is considered the end of the world.

"Okay." said Chen Ke.

"Keke is also very good at painting." Su Qing said admiringly.

"Not even one tenth as good as Qingyan."

"Too much." Su Qing commented objectively.

"Too much? I thought I was being modest!" Chen Ke couldn't help laughing.

"You guys be careful too." After saying this, Gu Ran flapped his wings and soared into the sky with the strong wind.

As the altitude increases, the view becomes wider and wider, just like pinching two fingers on the screen of a mobile phone to zoom in and out on a map.

Until grassland is seen on the other side of the mountains.

The mountains are not the end of the grassland, but just a scenery on the grassland, essentially no different from a small river.

A black dragon was circling over the mountains.

There was a tree lying right in front of me.

The mountain range is the main trunk, the ridges extending out are the branches, and the large and small stones on the mountain are the bark.

The difference between this tree and other mountains is that the mountains are squeezed and raised, while most of this tree is sunk into the ground.

A sense of desolation so vast that it almost becomes tangible hits you in the face.

After confirming, Gu Ran prepared to fly back, but just as he fell down, he seemed to land on a car tire and was knocked away by a slightly elastic yet extremely hard force.

Can't get close.

No, it is impossible to land. No matter whether it is a bird or a dragon, it will die flying in the sky, just like a person who falls off a cliff and barely grabs a branch, with the cliffs all around like ice.

It is inconvenient to read the comic manuscript in the form of a black dragon.

Moreover, comic manuscript paper can only be used by one person. Gu Ran didn't know whether Black Dragon was still considered a person or a person and a bird. Just in case, it would be safer to cancel the transformation.

As for what to do with the blackbirds that have not returned but have returned, respect natural selection and avoid being too naive.

The black dragon turned into a black cloud, and Gu Ran fell from the black cloud.

I don’t know if there are any natural laws in the [Wild Grass Plains], but Gu Ran, who grew up in an environment with natural laws, felt as if the air was like a layer of plastic wrap on his face when he fell from a high altitude, and the air was like solid.

He took out the manuscript paper, which looked like the scene in Ultraman where the protagonist was about to transform in the air, such as turning into light and awakening the World Tree.

Huh?
Is this a possibility?
The comic manuscript paper was only as big as a normal A4 paper, but Gu Ran fell into it, leaving only a page of manuscript paper floating in the air.

Gu Ran fell suddenly and landed in front of everyone in a force-relieving posture.

"Wow, Superman." He Qingyan tapped the base of her left palm with the five fingers of her right hand.

"Stop trying to be cool and see clearly?" Su Qing asked.

Gu Ran said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Su Qing took a step forward with a puzzled and a little worried look on her face.

"Don't move!" Gu Ran shouted.

Everyone was silent.

"My legs," Gu Ran's voice was extremely painful, "are numb."

Su Qing pursed her lips and raised her leg to lightly kick Gu Ran's calf.

"Ah!" Gu Ran screamed in a low voice.

He's not joking, he's really annoyed.

"Su Qing is the most annoying, but I still feel sorry for my brother. Brother, let me rub it for you." He Qingyan really rubbed it.

"Do you feel it this time?" He Qingyan said with a smile while rubbing, "Does it feel good? Very numb? If you want to scream, then scream."

"what!!!"

The pain level has two more '!'.

Gu Ran staggered when he stood up, not like numbness, but like a broken bone.

"It's a tree." He still had the illusion that his legs were not his own. "It has sunk more than halfway into the ground."

"Can this be lifted up?" Su Qing put her slender fingers on her chin, as if asking, or asking herself.

"I have no choice." Gu Ran said.

"It's okay. You have four wives. You are much better than Yugong, and your descendants will continue forever." He Qingyan is good at comforting people.

But was it his descendants who helped Yugong move the mountain? It was the grace of the Emperor of Heaven.

Even if Zhang Bairen is still alive now, he has been run over by a dog on the 17th floor and needs Gu Ran to save him.

Yan Hanxiang looked at Zhuang Jing and said, "Let's go up the mountain first?"

Zhuang Jing, who had been pondering, nodded: "Okay."

Compared with humans, the power of psychic monsters and nightmares has an absolute advantage. Gu Ran can be said to be born with supernatural powers. In ancient times, he could have become a general or a martial arts champion just by relying on his strength. But in front of the weakest nightmare, he has no power to fight back.

Such a powerful mental monster and nightmare could never move the World Tree even a little bit.

What's more, there is no focus.

Even psychologists with strong minds like Zhuang Jing and Yan Hanxiang can't do anything.

"Let's go mountain climbing!" He Qingyan took the lead.

People who didn’t like to walk on normal roads when they were young, and liked to walk on puddles, mud pits, and grassy paths where no one walked, will probably like this mountain very much.

It has a wild charm.

The closer he got to the mountain, the stronger the sense of presence of a certain inexplicable feeling became. Gu Ran thought about it carefully and realized that it was a feeling of dead silence.

The animal struggled desperately and died after exhausting all its strength.

It was as if everything was still.

This feeling did not need to be expressed in words, everyone naturally understood: the others felt the same way.

Before their eyes was a half-dead body.

When he stepped onto the mountain, Gu Ran's mind was shaken, and a picture flashed before his eyes -

A giant Buddha stands in the center of time, space, and countless dimensions.

There is no need to doubt it. Even those who believe in science will not doubt one fact: the ideas of this giant Buddha in front of us are science and the rules.

Simply put, how the flame is ignited and how the rain evaporates must all conform to his thoughts. Even if the rain is 1000℃, the flame can only wet the body.

However, the Buddha has no energy to care about any rules.

The Buddha's facial features showed joy, but he could not hide his solemnity as he looked into the distance. In the distance, farther than his thoughts, there also stood an endless figure.

[Original Divine Body] - this word emerged by itself, as if imprinted in the genes, and everyone should understand it.

Gu Ran felt the blood in his body heating up and his heart pounding, as if something inside him was awakening.

But the next moment, his consciousness, his body, and all his senses began to fall.

If you fall physically, you will fall to death; if you fall mentally, you will feel worse and worse.

The two combined to create a feeling of excruciating pain. Gu Ran wished he could tear himself into pieces and beat every part of himself hard to relieve the pain.

When the pain reached its peak, he suddenly woke up.

"Ha, ha" Gu Ran panted and found himself still at the foot of the mountain.

The others all looked frightened, including Zhuang Jing and Yan Hanxiang.

"What is that?" He Qingyan was both scared and excited.

"According to the logic of the dream, it should be the Buddha and the winner." Gu Ran was unable to say the names of 'Shakyamuni' and 'Li Changzhou' for a moment.

Just like in daily life, you suddenly become wary of someone and dare not act casually anymore.

For some reason, he couldn't forget the feeling of his blood heating up, as if it was very important to him.

"Is this the experience of the World Tree?" Yan Hanxiang said with some certainty.

"He was buried alive here after just one look." Su Qing said with emotion, feeling that it was too cruel.

"Hmm?" Zhuang Jing suddenly lowered her body.

Everyone looked at her quickly.

Zhuang Jing was half-crouching on the ground, holding a lantern. She looked like she had discovered something, but the bare ground was all that was visible. What could it be?
Zhuang Jing raised her beautiful eyes and asked them, "Can't you see?"

"What did you see?" Yan Hanxiang asked back.

Gu Ran and others shook their heads.

"Here," Zhuang Jing traced her finger across the ground - the tree trunk, "there is light."

Everyone came closer, but still couldn't see anything.

Zhuang Jing stared at the light carefully, as if it was just a streak of light left after a lamp was extinguished.

It is inexplicably gorgeous, a color not of this world.

"Could it be a chance of survival?" Gu Ran guessed.

"Rather than vitality, it should be said that the thinking nerves are still active." Yan Hanxiang said.

"If we follow the light, we may find the brain of the World Tree. We have no way to prop up the World Tree, but the World Tree itself may be able to do nothing. It just needs help." Su Qing said.

"Instead of building up this mountain range, it would be better for it to give us the seeds." He Qingyan said with disdain.

Zhuang Jing suddenly laughed: "When Qingyan spoke, the light flickered."

"Are you scared?" Gu Ran thought so.

"I was the one who was guessed!" He Qingyan objected.

"Come and take a look." Zhuang Jing stood up.

"Dean Zhuang, Professor Yan, time." The young woman hesitated to speak.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was time to go out.

It was like a very enjoyable chat, but it ended suddenly with many topics left unsaid in my mind.

"What?" He Qingyan, who was wearing a windbreaker, looked as painful as if she had her period while climbing a mountain.

But even so, she is very beautiful, a pale and haggard beauty.

"If this is the beginning of Chinese, today will just be the introduction and we can leave the main text for next time," Gu Ran comforted.

"Take me to catch Pokémon tonight." He Qingyan said coquettishly in a tough tone.

"I want to, too." That was all Gu Ran could say.

It was really difficult for him to decide between 'entering the first level to establish a sect' and 'catching Pokémon with Su Qing, He Qingyan, Chen Ke, and Xie Xiya'.

Having to choose between 'business' and 'fun', games really need to be guarded against addiction.

Gu Ran decided that once he became a representative, he would propose raising the age limit for preventing addiction to twenty-five, and no one under the age of twenty-five would be allowed to play games!
"After you go back, everyone should write down all their experiences and feelings about the operation and give me a written report. Hand it to me before going to work tomorrow." Zhuang Jing said.

After saying that, she looked at Yan Hanxiang: "Hanxiang, you write too."

".I didn't do any homework in college."

Gu Ran proved that this was true.

"I write too." said Zhuang Jing.

"Okay." Yan Hanxiang could only give in. She missed Kuroda Sumire. If she were still there, she could ask her to help her with her homework.

"Su Qing, can you help me write?" He Qingyan begged while holding Su Qing's arm.

Whether physically or mentally, Qingyan is her daughter, Yan Hanxiang feels so sincerely.

"Wake up from the dream." Zhuang Jing said.

Everyone turned into colorful smoke and disappeared one by one, just like the colors of an oil painting fading away.

Gu Ran stayed behind. He looked at the mountains and thought of the gods, monsters, legends and demons who had lost their bodies and were left with only dream consciousness.

In order to make the World Tree stand up again, everyone sacrificed themselves before dying.

Are these gods and legends trying to hold on to dreams, or are they unwilling to give up reality?

Gu Ran thought of a poem.

No one collects the abandoned tents, the returning horses recognize the broken flags. I want to offer sacrifices but I doubt you are still here, I cry at this moment.

However, that war was not tragic at all. Everything happened in a glance, faster than a man falling in love with a beautiful woman.

Colorful smoke rose from Gu Ran's body, the black of his hair, the white of his skin, the red of his blood. All kinds of colors were entangled.

After waking up, Gu Ran felt that his body was feverish. It was not the weak fever that comes from being sick, but the strong fever that comes from warming up.

I always feel that some places are different, but not that different.

[Original Divine Body], me too, he inexplicably felt this way.

The next moment, he thought: I am crazy too.

The heat in the body disappears.

"I'm so hungry. I want to have a big meal." He said, and then his stomach growled.

Inside the operating room, the others who were immersed in the experience of the World Tree were stunned when they heard it, and then they couldn't help laughing.

Lian Zhuang Jing also smiled beautifully.

"Okay, let's have a big dinner tonight," she said with a smile.

"Hahaha!" He Qingyan laughed and patted Gu Ran's shoulder, "You are so cute."

Gu Ran waved her hand away coldly.

Su Qing looked at his ears, which were a little red. It was obvious that he was very ashamed. If it was a dream, he might turn into a black dragon and fly away in shame and anger.

After get off work, Chen Ke and the young lady Zhang Ying were also called to {Longing Villa} to enjoy a big meal.

After eating, Zhuang Jing asked them to write down their experiences for her immediately.

"See? This is your aunt Jing's true appearance." Yan Hanxiang, holding a pen and paper, said to Gu Ran.

Gu Ran was writing furiously.

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"Private Diary": October 12, Monday, after waking up from the dream

The World Tree doesn't seem to be dead yet, like a vegetative state?
Why is it that only Aunt Jing can see the light? Is it because of her higher spiritual level or because of the lamp?

I don’t believe in saints, so I don’t agree with the saint sending the lamp. That lamp is the light of Aunt Jing’s soul.

That’s right, Aunt Jing has surpassed the master and is the champion!

If it were possible, do I really want the mythological age to return?

At least not before I’m seventy-five. A human life has its own value, and I don’t want to throw it away.

It's over, I'm really crazy.

(End of this chapter)