Of course, it is impossible for Shen Huiyue to be able to control everything in China far away in the UK, and some things are done by the puppets.
She knows her brother's whereabouts very well.
After all, it was a puppet she made, and there was nothing to hide from her.
Are you being monitored? The country is very fast, but this is Shen Huiyue's goal.
Go to pursue everything about the little brother, and then, deeply attracted by the world she constructed, join in.
In order to enhance the strength of the country, she was also worried.
Shen Huiyue smiled and watched as most of the demons were killed, some turned into nothingness, and some corpses were taken away. She unconcernedly released her dark side-she killed countless innocent people this time, and she was tired. It's time to go to a psychiatrist, which of course is impossible because she won't trust anyone. So, in order to make yourself feel better, turn all the rising dark sides into power and spread them out, and they will automatically find people with dark sides. The future of Britain will be very beautiful.
As for Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table... Shen Huiyue stood on the roof, stretched out her hand, and thirteen light balls fluttered away, spreading out in all directions in the UK. Each light group is a tenacious soul, and they will find a suitable host... and then, to find their king.
Presumably, the Virgin of Tolia will be very happy to accept the responsibility of protecting Great Britain.
The matter here finally came to an end, Shen Huiyue returned to the hotel three times and two times.
Feathered Serpent God planned to kill, but his ability was not enough. Shen Huiyue didn't want him to die before he was successful, so he had to watch it.
The old beauty on the other side was very calm. Although she was envious, jealous, and hateful about the events in China and Britain, all the old beauties knew that their family... probably had no gods who could protect them.
So at night, go to sleep. Angels and so on, gods and so on, it's not their family anyway.
The old beauty was quiet, as if everything was fine.
The wind is unpleasant.
He listened to Zhao Mohan's English version of the preview. What was the result? The Ren-Lao-American Museum didn't take this seriously at all, and the museum even laughed at his wishful thinking without adding more staff.
Hey, he really had to take a few more items!
The dignified thief was ignored, which was quite unpleasant. Where does the old beauty get the confidence that she can keep it
Feng copied his hands and looked up at the resplendent museum.
Most of the cultural relics in Laomei's museums come from abroad, or Indian things. Who made Laomei have no history
Feng was thinking, in addition to the treasure of Hua Guo, would he have to get some other treasures, so that Lao Mei didn't pay attention to himself, and they would be heartbroken.
Zhao Mohan looked at Feng with a smile, and was amused by his pettiness: "Feng, let's go, it's not time yet." In order to make Lao Mei fully prepared, the notice was given for three days... Even if they didn't act, Feng probably would Let's endure it for three days.
Feng pouted: "You said there is something interesting here, where? I didn't see it at all."
Zhao Mohan said, "Disney Park, fairy tale world, do you want to go?"
Feng looked up and thought, Disney or something, it seems very interesting
"Let's go." The wind jumped and the street lights flickered behind him.
Zhao Mohan caught up and said in a good voice, "The park is open during the day, let's go to the casino tonight, it's more fun there."
Feng nodded with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Master told me that the people who took me to the casino were all bad people, but I know you're not."
Zhao Mohan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In addition to gambling, there are a lot of fun things in casinos now, but if you don't like it, we can go to the city that never sleeps."
"I like it, I like it very much. I have also practiced gambling skills. I don't know if my skills are better than those of you now." Feng smiled, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Feathered snake god in black clothes and black hat passed Feng He Zhao Mohan.
Zhao Mohan didn't notice it, Feng looked back and smiled, looking at Feather Serpent God, with a mysterious light in his eyes.
The master's new puppet has blood on his hands, what did he do? I really want to know. But Zhao Mohan is by his side, so it's not easy to follow.
Feathered Serpent God didn't care about Feng, he didn't know that he was in the same vein as Feng.
The black-clothed and black-hat hooded Feathered Serpent had just gone to the boss's villa - a simple altar was covered with chairs, stools and tables in the living room of the villa, and the high-spirited boss was carefully peeled and broken. The limbs were made into sacrifices, and they were placed on them in an artistic pose.
Under the orange light, everything in the living room looks very beautiful.
Of course, the one who was sacrificed was his Feathered Serpent God.
After absorbing the sacrificial energy happily, Feathered Serpent God left the villa in a happy mood, intending to kill several other particularly annoying white people.
Feathered Serpent God easily left the boss's villa without being found, and there was no siren to follow. Generally speaking, Shen Huiyue made great efforts.
There are usually several offerings in the worship of Feathered Serpent God. Since his people have stopped offering sacrifices, they should sacrifice themselves. As long as the power can be restored, Feathered Serpent God will never be bothered.
He went to a colleague's house.
This proud white man has never looked at the young man in the eye, and if he has something to do, he will be wronged and despised and attacked by him... Mental insults and bullying are sometimes more harmful than violence!
Feathered Serpent decides to fulfill the wish of the possessed.
kill him!
... Maybe Feathered Serpent God didn't know that there is a kind of "wanting you to die" in the world, that is, "wanting" you to die... What will this young man think when he wakes up? Everything he hates is dead...
Feathered Serpent God quietly looked at the window of his colleague's house. After their house turned off the lights, he gently jumped onto the roof. He rolled over and entered through the window, quietly knocking the couple on the bed unconscious.
Women... Leave it aside, Feathered Serpent God prefers men's spiritual power, and in the hearts of young people, the elderly, children and women are weak, and strong people should not bully the weak... Although young people are not like strong people at all.
But Feathered Serpent God is, in his opinion, women are essential to reproduce offspring, cubs are hope, can't move, old people are not delicious, there is no need to do it, men, it is useful to sacrifice, the meat quality is probably good, The degree of elasticity is not greasy... Although it is not as fresh as the past because it is covered with poison.
Feathered Serpent God really wanted to eat... But the young man's body responded too strongly, and the flesh couldn't be stuffed at all, and he felt nauseous when he smelled it.
His followers are still weak... Feathered Serpent God pondered, after he is strong, he must leave his body, and then take good care of him!
As the only believer now, Feathered Serpent God will never be stingy.
The altar... let's put it in the living room.
Feathered Serpent God took the man to the living room slowly, and with a wave of his hand, the chairs, stools and tables were automatically set up to form a specific pattern. He himself stretched out his white palm, and his sharp claws stretched out from his fingertips and scratched on the skin. The man's skin was like tofu, slowly falling off, revealing bright red...
Feathered Serpent God's bright eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the tip of his tongue was forked, thin and long. He licked the blood on his paws, squinting his eyes and thinking happily: Very sweet.
The man struggled painfully, groaning, and seemed to be waking up. Feathered Serpent God narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers, poked his neck, controlled his body, and mercifully let him fall into a coma and die.
"Dad?" The little boy rubbed his eyes and went downstairs, screaming when he saw the bloody situation in the living room.
Ahh!
With a wave of Feathered Serpent God's hand, he brought down the child, quickly stripped it off, and threw the man on the altar, deeply absorbing the man's power. Originally, it was good for a child to make a sacrifice, but the young man he possessed was too good-hearted. He couldn't make a move, and he killed hard, which might lead to the soul of the sleeping young man in the sea of knowledge... Now it's not good, he hasn't suitable body.
bang bang bang-
There were very violent footsteps and loud noises, more than one person, probably heard the screaming neighbors coming. Feathered Serpent God smiled lightly, touched his mouth, took a deep breath of the bloody smell in the air, and went upstairs with scarlet eyes, where he disappeared.
The door was pushed open by Peng, and a young man shouted with a gun, "You're under arrest!"
The living room was very silent, without any sound, the young plainclothes saw the altar and the corpse, and suddenly felt nauseated. He covered his mouth and approached cautiously, observing the corpse.
Many people came one after another, most of them ran out and vomited when they saw the corpse. .
A middle-aged man who looked like a professor squinted at the altar and the offerings and said, "This seems to be similar to the Mayan sacrifice tradition. You can check in this direction." As a neighbor, the middle-aged professor knows how to wear light clothes for young people. Identity, the FBI, specializing in these troublesome things.
The young man in plain clothes frowned and called his colleagues to come and clean up the scene.
The middle-aged professor circled around the altar twice and said, "The altar is very traditional. The Indians did this many years ago, but after that..." The nation is about to be destroyed, and most of their cultures are naturally... But this The altar is very similar to what they excavated in archaeology. "The sacrificial operation is perfect, better than the best surgeons, but he doesn't seem to use a scalpel or something, but a bit like... iron wire?"
The young plainclothes asked: "Professor, how did you see it?"
The professor hummed, continued to stare, and quickly analyzed the murderer's portrait in his head: "He is very strong, very firm, and has no sympathy. He has skinned others alive... He worships Indian civilization very much, and worships insane cults, which may be related to sacrifices. There is hatred for the product... According to his crazy state, this may just be one of the crime scenes... "
The plainclothes looked at the professor admiringly, if only he was so good.