Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
"Ugh... going around this crappy little courtyard every day is so boring!"
Nyarlathotep lay on the tiled corridor floor, staring at the void overhead as he yawned in boredom.
With Nyarlathotep's Treatment Progress, he had long been able to see the outside world through Lin Qiye's original body's eyes. For the past few years, that had been his source of entertainment.
But ever since An Qingyu had captured Lin Qiye's original body and imprisoned it in the courtyard, Lin Qiye had spent nearly all his time sitting cross-legged indoors, with nothing in sight but a bare wall. It had depressed Nyarlathotep to no end.
It was like subscribing to watch a TV show he had been following for years, only for it to suddenly stop updating. The emptiness of having that habit disrupted bored Nyarlathotep to the point of madness!
This was his only form of entertainment in the hospital!
Now, Nyarlathotep wanted nothing more than to charge out of the hospital, smash this mist barrier open for Lin Qiye with one slap, and happily watch his prison-break story unfold.
Nyarlathotep irritably got to his feet. Just as he was about to return to his room, he caught sight of the neighboring door out of the corner of his eye. He simply strode over and began pounding on it.
Creak—
Yu San opened the door expressionlessly.
"What is it?"
"Listen, why not just let this kid out already?" Nyarlathotep said as he picked a bit of vegetable from between his teeth. A row of snow-white teeth gleamed on his dark face. "You're not killing him, and you can't stop him from staying in touch with Great Xia. What's the point of keeping him locked up here?"
Hit head-on by Nyarlathotep's grotesque expression, Yu San disgustedly