My Archangel

The world was strangely quiet.

The monsters stood, the flames scorched, and even though the stiff face of the dead man calmed down, he still stared at Qiao Wen, who somehow could touch their "companion" so easily.

These obsessions clearly noticed the weirdness of Qiao Wen's body. They watched Qiao Wen and Zhou Shan who was constantly being torn apart by him, as if he was hesitating to rush Qiao Wen directly.

At the same time, Qiao Wen's voice came from it from time to time.

He was asking what.

"Do you remember your name?"

Looking at Zhou Shan, who seemed to be fully awake before him, Qiao Wen asked.

"I, my name is Zhou Shan... Weekend week, mountains and rivers--"

Qiao Wen's gaze was greeted frontally, and the expression of the dead man's original look was tense, and immediately after Qiao Wen's voice fell, he answered immediately.

And the answer was very detailed, it seemed that he didn't want Qiao Wen, the kind person who had just pulled him back from confusion and depression, to worry about him.

"Age."

Qiao Wen watched Zhou Shan, and when he saw that this person was clearly out of the state where he could not even tremble except for the repetition at the beginning, he was also slightly relieved.

Now it seems, at least this face, he doesn't need to tear it down anymore.

However, for the sake of insurance, it is not certain that Zhou Shan can continue to communicate with himself normally, so Qiao Wen, who is helpful, still asks one more question.

In this situation, he was not so sure that Zhou Shan was torn up by him now.

"..."

Then, when Qiao Wen finished asking this question casually, the dead face in front of him suddenly got stuck again.

"Just talk about your age before death, try to be accurate to a hundred digits, so I can confirm if there is any problem with your current brain."

Qiao Wen soon realized that Zhou Shan might have gone through many years after his death, besides when he was alive, he added something like this.

"That, boy... I remember... I was around 3,370 years old... and passed away."

Qiao Wen quickly got a response from Zhou Shan.

When answering in this way, Qiao Wen also noticed that, in addition to part of the obvious stiffness on Zhou Shan's face, there was indeed some "clearness" that he wanted to see.

"Almost, to be more accurate, it is 3,374 years old... It seems that you are really awake."

Hearing this response, Qiao Wen also nodded.

Now, he could be sure that he helped Zhou Shan get back to normal.

As he knows, he once saw the method of coping with the intrusion of obsession in a certain witch’s study. Although obsession like "Zhou Shan" is obviously quite special, it is still...

As long as physical stimulation therapy can be used, these obsessions can indeed be affected to a certain extent.

But Qiao Wen was not prepared to continue the same behavior with other obsessions.

From beginning to end, the reason why he would treat Zhou Shan so tirelessly was only to use Zhou Shan, so that Zhou Shan's obsession, which is already part of the "sacred fire", would directly take him out of this spiritual world like the last time.

Now, after clearly realizing the toughness of every dead face through practice, he feels that to do this kind of thing, one Zhoushan is probably enough.

If it is not enough, treat a few more afterwards.

"Zhou Shan, you are part of the holy fire. I hope you can send out the consciousness of my benefactor from here. Can you do this?"

Watching Zhou Shan regaining consciousness in this way, Qiao Wen asked.

While speaking, Qiao Wen inadvertently increased the tone of the word "Benefactor", and re-squeezed the faces of Zhou Shan on both sides with his hands very familiar.

"..."

After being questioned by Qiao Wen in this way, Zhou Shan fell silent for a moment.

Almost subconsciously, he only had a "face" left... he could only turn his eyes and look at the "companions" beside him.

"...Is that so? If you are not enough alone, then I can help you find some helpers."

Putting all Zhou Shan's reaction into his eyes, Qiao Wen, who obviously knew the answer from the other's hesitant attitude, also raised his head slightly, and cast his gaze to quieter for some reason. Other faces coming down.

"...!"

However, in the next moment, Qiao Wen quickly felt the countless sights that were far more vicious than before... projected towards him.

Obviously, Qiao Wen's previous help process for Zhou Shan, although to a certain extent caused these twisted obsessional instincts to produce jealousy, but... did not reach the level of killing the chicken and the monkey.

Now, what he said aroused the ferocity of these twisted obsessions, causing him to fall into the enemy of all people in an instant.

In the next moment, there was no sign, no hesitation... Countless faces of dead people were directly like mad dogs that were once again irritated, shifting the first target from the monster, swarming to Qiao Wen——!

The mouth was opened, and the human face formed by these obsessions seemed to be extraordinarily oozing, and almost cracked to the base of the ear like a monster... it directly bit into Qiao Wen's whole body without any hindrance.

The sharp teeth bit against the skin, and bursts of mental shocks that were not inferior to Zhou Shan instantly attacked Qiao Wen.

In just an instant, Qiao Wen received thousands of shocks and memories in his mind, and he wanted to wash his self-consciousness into a white board.

However, it does not matter.

After all, when he said those words in front of so many dead faces that were obviously fierce, Qiao Wen was already ready to meet the current result.

From the beginning, he didn't feel that although his own kind of "purification" of obsessions had a certain effect, but the inefficient and lengthy treatment... could really bluff these obsessions.

A thing that even fears the dark matter entangled in a monster, if it is so simple and scared to the point, it will really see a ghost.

However, even though this point is very clear, this is the barrier that he must go over now.

In the current situation where this kind of chain has failed, if his Qiao Wen intends to go out from here, then trying to make good use of these obsessions... is undoubtedly the most effective way.

'It's just...It's okay to deal with it one by one like Zhou Shan. This time I have to face so many obsessions at once, and no one can bear it.'

With one hand between his legs, after being bitten by countless dead people’s faces, Qiao Wen clearly felt the thinking ability of his whole body, including his brain, under the attack of these obsessions, he was under unimaginable pressure. The critical value of collapse was approached in an instant.

This kind of citrus is like walking a tightrope, a little carelessness will be forever.

However, even though it has aroused public outrage, since the area of ​​the whole body that can be bitten is quite limited, the obsessional interference that Qiao Wen endured at this one-time... is still limited after all.

Qiao Wen didn't know why in this world, he would repeatedly show such an obviously crazy idea, but in the end... he did persist.

Now, all he needs to do... is to stretch out another arm that has been bitten by many faces, grab a face randomly from it, and then match his still movable mouth and start tearing it up alive. An obsession until he found enough helper for Zhou Shan to transport him away from here.

However, before that, Qiao Wen felt... maybe he had another thing to do.