I am a god in Tokyo

"Chen, are you out of your mind?"

The professor of the University of Michigan stomped his feet anxiously.

"This hospital has become a little flash, and there are even incomprehensible changes. Are you going to die in it?"

Creston also persuaded.

"Judy is right, Chen, don't be brave, I'm still waiting to play games with you!"

"What are you doing, I haven't tried it yet, you just look like I'm going to die?" Satoru Uehara's head was full of black lines: "Can you say something nice, such as the prosperity of martial arts, this is an old Japanese tradition!"

See Uehara Satoru making jokes, but he is determined.

Several people looked at each other, but they were speechless.

The professor of the University of Michigan gritted his teeth, took out the small box from the backpack with a face full of pain, and stuffed it into Uehara Satoru's hand.

"When you come back alive, you can work for the old lady for the rest of your life. It's a big loss!"

Uehara Satoru opened the box in surprise, and inside was a sharp-edged crimson crystal the size of a thumb.

He almost thought it was the crystallization of divine power,

Looking carefully, the shape and color are different, but they contain extremely pure life energy. When touching the crystal, even the divine power in the body responds with joy.

'The Philosopher's Stone'

Uehara Satoru understood in his heart, and then looked at the distressed professor of the University of Michigan.

This hard-spoken and soft-hearted professor of the University of Michigan is a good friend, even willing to take out the Philosopher's Stone... No matter how interested Uehara Satoru is in the Philosopher's Stone, he is not willing to deceive his friends.

The reason why he dared to enter the hospital was that this body was just a clone.

The main body is remotely controlled, without this one, there is a substitute.

If he used his avatar to deceive her kindness, Uehara Satoru thought he couldn't do it.

"Take it and use it yourself!"

Uehara Satoru curled his lips, put the box into the hands of the professor at the University of Michigan, ignored her madness, took the sword box from Bai Yingui, and walked towards the hospital under the gaze of everyone.

"Amitabha."

When Asakusa presided over it, the white-bearded mage clasped his palms together, looking ashamed.

"The old monk will pray for the benefactor."

Asakusa presider, as the person with the highest level of cultivation and the strongest mana among all the people, should have been allowed to enter the hospital for investigation, but not only the monks of Sensoji Temple stopped him, but even the search of Section Nine prevented him.

He is the only remaining four boundaries in Japan,

The country has already lost a swordsman, and it cannot lose another person of boundary.

Seeing the young man carrying the wooden box into the hospital, everyone was silent for a long time.

"Do not worry."

Sansumi Mikoto lowered her voice to comfort the nervous girl beside her.

"If he is really Mr. Jing Muyan, maybe there is a way to save the victims inside!"

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Above the sky, the young man hid in the night with his emptiness.

He looked down at the pitch-black hospital building, eyes flushed, distracted.

Uehara Satoru breathed a sigh of relief when the avatar stepped into the hospital and did not disconnect.

It seems,

This hospital is not enough to break the connection between the main body and the clone.

only,

After rejoicing, Uehara Satoru had weird eyes. Through the perspective of the clone, he finally saw the environment inside the hospital. The scene before him was really intrusive.

The hospital was dark and dark, and the lamps prepared at the gate seemed to only illuminate the exterior of the building, but not the interior.

Uehara Satoru held the sword case and flashlight, and glanced at the tentacles on both sides of the building.

The tentacles do not move,

Obviously, as long as the hospital itself is not attacked, the tentacles will not respond.

He stood in front of the open gate of the complex building, lit up the flashlight, and shone into it. The light of the astonishingly bright flashlight can only shine a few meters inside the door, and the further inside, the weaker the light.

But even if it illuminates a few meters inside the door, the scene it shows makes Uehara Satoru feel terrified.

Floors, walls, ceilings.

It's full of taupe tentacles.

They seem to be endless, extending to the end of the corridor, and looking around, they can't find a place to stay.

Uehara Satoru tried to step on the tentacles. These densely packed tentacles laying on the ground were surprisingly firm, but they felt wet and slippery, as if stepping on a wet and swollen wood.

Standing at the door, Uehara Satoru took a deep breath and stepped forward.

If the hospital is regarded as a monster, then the inside of the hospital is the belly of the monster. Am I like Monkey King entering the belly of the Iron Fan Princess... Uehara Satoru walked in the cold and treacherous hospital, still thinking about something of.

But strangely enough,

The corridor was almost at the end, but there was no one in sight.

On the contrary, they found a lot of missing instruments and scattered bullets on the ground. It seems that there was a battle here, but the battle ended very quickly.

Uehara Satoru squatted on the ground, checking for traces.

behind him,

A tentacles quietly raised, slowly, slowly, stretched out towards his neck.

at this time,

Uehara Satoru knocked on the wooden box with a clear and clear voice.

"Sword come!"

The sword box trembled slightly, suddenly opened, and a small sword of flawless white jade pierced out suddenly,

The flying sword turned into a fluorescent light and spread out suddenly, only a puffing sound was heard, the tentacle was pierced by the jade sword, broke into several pieces, and fell to the ground.

Going deep into the dangerous place, how could Uehara Satoru relax his vigilance.

He had already felt the slight movement of the tentacles, deliberately fishing for law enforcement,

Sure enough, the tentacles were cut off by the flying sword,

But the whole hospital seemed to be frightened and angry, and the tentacles in all directions squirmed like a python traveling.

Faced with this situation, Uehara Satoru smiled disdainfully.

"Run!"

Turn around and flee to the second floor.

Chapter 140 Three Illusionary Life

The lights flickered, illuminating the road ahead.

Uehara Satoru unceremoniously stepped on the wriggling tentacles, and the flying sword traveled around his body, working together to cut through the tentacles to open the way.

Climb the stairs to the second floor.

The first floor is the reception hall, and the second floor is the physical examination center.

It's just that the originally brightly decorated, spacious and transparent medical examination center is also covered by countless tentacles. Wherever the light shines, it can be seen that densely packed, thick, or slender tentacles are slowly wriggling.

Satoru Uehara is used to scenes that are enough to drive trypophobia and soft-body biophobia crazy.

He stepped down the tentacles that were restless and wanted to get entangled, and observed with the light of the flashlight. The outpatient rooms of the physical examination center on the second floor were all fully open and illuminated by the lights, but he could only see countless tentacles on the equipment, Tables, ceilings climbed and squirmed.

Can't see people.

Patients, nurses, psykers.

Nearly 150 people were in this hospital, but there was no sign of them. Except for the nurses and patients who had stayed in the hospital for a long time, the psykers entered through the gate, not to mention the traces of fighting, not even the traces of struggling.

Uehara Satoru could only change the target of observation to these tentacles.

He stretched out his hand to grab the attacking tentacles, and watched the slippery tentacles twist like a snake, and then wrap around his wrist. When he wanted to tighten it tightly, Uehara Satoru mobilized his divine power.

When the divine power was operating, the tentacles wrapped around the wrist loosened in horror as if touching hot oil on an iron plate, and quickly pulled away.

"Divine power still has an influence on them."

mind turned,

Uehara Satoru mobilized his divine power to make it manifest, and a faint red mist emerged from the bottom of his feet.

The tentacles on the ground, after being touched by the red mist, produced black marks like burning. Like a terrified python, they spread out towards the four sides, revealing the original floor.

Feijian was also stained with a dark blush, and every time the sword was cut, the tentacles would burn like fire, and scorched marks that were difficult to repair appeared.

"very good!"

Uehara Satoru looked around, taking it as the center, the tentacles on the ceiling did not dare to approach the flying sword, and the tentacles on the ground did not dare to approach the feet.

They can only twist and entangle, unable to rage.

With time to breathe, Uehara Satoru picked up the flashlight, illuminated these twisted and wriggling tentacles, and looked along their roots. Although there were many tentacles, the roots were distinct, and their sources all pointed to the same place.

Uehara Satoru turned on the flashlight and followed the roots of the tentacles, but it turned out to be the inpatient building connected to the complex building.

Even the flashlight couldn't get in that building.

"Go and see."

Uehara Satoru made a decision and stepped forward.

Thanks to the blessing of divine power, he took a step forward, and the tentacles spread out to both sides like a tide, clearing the way, and immediately gave Uehara Wu a sense of the emperor's presence.

Uehara Satoru shook his head, pressing down on this rare middle school heart, and quickened his pace.

Although divine power is effective for these tentacles, it is also the foundation of my self-defense.

Or don't waste your time, put it to good use!

Uehara Satoru ran towards the inpatient building.

Those tentacles that could not be avoided became completely crazy like triggering the reverse scale. The surging tentacles rushed forward one after another, pressing towards Uehara Wufu. The wave is coming.

It's like the inpatient building has an unapproachable existence,

No one is allowed to come near.

During this chase, the flashlight carried by Uehara Satoru was also swept away by the tentacles.

Watching the lights disappear, Uehara Wushen opened his eyes, grabbed the hilt of the flying sword, slashed open the encircling circle of intertwined tentacles, and rushed into the hospital building.

He rolled on the ground and drew his sword.

But all around, but no tentacles interfere.

Instead, Uehara Satoru was amazed. With his sword in his body, he looked around.

Similar to the complex building, there are also dense tentacles here, which also cover the ground, ceiling and walls, but compared with the violent and restless tentacles of the complex building, the tentacles here are motionless.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Uehara Satoru walked to the window and looked in the direction of the complex building. The tentacles that had been frantically agitated there also fell silent, straightened out of the entanglement, and retreated into the building.

"It doesn't want me to enter here, but after I enter it, give up chasing me—"

Uehara Satoru looked at the ceiling, recalling Miyano Akira's story.

Miyazono Kaoru stayed in the inpatient building, which was still in the VIP ward on the eighth floor. Maybe Akira Miyano didn't want to disturb her daughter.

That's why there is this unusual behavior.

Uehara Satoru tentatively walked into the inpatient building, but there were no more tentacles to attack him, but he became more vigilant, he didn't believe that there was no defense here, so it's better to be careful.

Unlike complex buildings,