In the dark room, groaning chants hovered around.
More than a dozen men and women formed a circle, clenched their hands into fists, closed their chests, and lowered their heads, motionless like a statue.
In the center of the circle, there is an iron pot, the boiling water in the pot is tumbling, during which young limbs can sink and float, the mouth of the pot is filled with green steam, the black flame is jumping under the pot, and the flames sometimes flash with vague and hideous faces. Past, as if trying to break free from the flame.
There is no combustible material such as coal and wood gas under the flame, but a complex array, engraved on the ground, blood flowing in the lines, accompanied by chanting, shining strange light, introducing the flame from an unknown place world.
Standing by the pot stood an old man, dressed in black clothes with a Roman collar, and his gray hair was neatly combed. He stared at the boiling pot with a solemn expression. Whenever the boiling subsided, he would take it from the chopping board beside him. He picked up a corpse still dripping with blood and threw it into the pot to keep the pot boiling.
Suddenly, the flame under the pot shrank sharply, and the face in the flame flashed and disappeared.
The cauldron cracked silently almost at the same time, and boiling water poured out.
The old man's face changed drastically, he squatted on the ground desperately, and put his face into the flame that had been shrunk to the size of a fist but was not extinguished by the leaking water.
The flame rushed into his eyes.
He screamed uncontrollably, but he also saw what he wanted to see.
Two tall and hideous evil spirits were smashing hammers, smashing the corpses of the seven love demon soldiers who were lying on the ground with their heads off. A large number of faces with different expressions and phantoms accompanied by the rising and falling hammers flew out like a torrent of rain. .
"These two evil spirits again!" The old man stood up and said bitterly, his originally kind face turned strangely evil and hideous because of the flame barbecue.
These two evil spirits who didn’t know where they came from, seemed to have a grudge with the Seven Love Monster Soldiers. Since they suddenly appeared in Seoul, they hunted and killed them. Killed seven or eight.
Naturally, they would not let these two evil spirits behave like this. They organized several rounds up, and even called the evil spirits to be killed, and invited the mages of Bingqueshan to participate, but they were defeated every time. Go!
Do you dare to believe the evil spirits chasing after the mage
How could there be such a powerful evil spirit in this world!
It is estimated that in addition to the leader of the entire South Korea, probably only the master of Bingqueshan can cure these two evil spirits.
My own tutor is mainly doing big things and it is not convenient to show up. But the master of Bing Queshan, Xiang Ziyou is a famous and upright way, facing such two rampant evil spirits, he is indifferent, saying good things are to punish evil and eliminate evil. What about your responsibilities? I used to know that a demon runs faster than anyone else, and I can’t wait to make a big news to let the whole world know that this time with a real hard stubble, it won’t move like a mountain. This decent sect is indeed a hypocrite. If the master took action and cleaned up these two evil spirits, they would have suffered heavy losses. As for today's such an important task, would they fail
The old man was full of resentment, but didn't dare to delay, so he quickly took out his cell phone to report.
This task is related to their future development plan for the religion. The leader of the church was particularly concerned and personally deployed it, but it failed.
The phone is connected as soon as it is dialed.
The old man felt tight in his heart.
The leader is a busy person. It is not so easy to make a phone call. Most of them are either unable to make the call or no one answers. This time, the call is made. Obviously, he has been waiting for him to report the result.
"Teacher, leader..." The old man has a guilty conscience. His own leader is not a good waiter. He will kill if he doesn't agree. He yelled twice and didn't know what to say. He was nervously organizing the language. The leader has already waited. Impatient, "What's the situation? I dare not say, that is the mission failed? What use is there for you, a bunch of useless things..."
When the leader was angry, the old man quickly defended, "The leader, it is the two evil spirits, and the two evil spirits ran out again. The two-headed demon soldier we sent has been killed. But looking at the scene, a car accident has occurred. , I just don’t know the life and death of the target person, whether to activate the backup plan to confirm the attack."
"It's those two evil spirits again, if it weren't for me..." The leader stopped halfway through his words, "Okay, I will start the backup plan. This time it's not your fault. These two evil spirits are very good. Probably the old ghost Li Fengzai arranged to find him before he died!"
"Yes, yes, I also think, besides you, the leader of Korea, there is no other force that can summon such a strong evil spirit. After thinking about it, it is the traitor Lee Bong Jae..."
The old man was talking, he swept away from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly saw a small red figure floating in the corner of the ceiling. It was translucent and looked a bit like a ghost, but he had never seen such a gorgeously dressed ghost. .
"What the hell, get out!" The old man shouted angrily, and aroused the majesty of the mage, trying to drive out the ignorant kid.
The little red devil moved in response, but did not escape, but swished to the old man's side, raised his hand and snatched the old man's mobile phone.
The old man couldn't help being furious.
Could it be that seeing those two evil spirits having fun, this Korean ghost is restless and wants to turn against the sky
"You..." The old man wanted to talk, but found that his body was not obedient. He couldn't even move his lips. He couldn't do anything with his staring eyes. He could only watch the red kid holding his cell phone nakedly. Said, "Cui Bongmin?"
Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is affirmative.
This kid is so courageous, he dared to call the name of the leader, you are dead, you are dead, and the leader can make you forever!
The old man glared viciously at the red kid, waiting for the leader to show his power.
There was silence on the phone for a long time before the leader’s voice came out, “You are the mage who protects Li Xueyin in China. You dare to come to Seoul. You really have the courage. You also want to get a share of the Tianxing Group's affairs. Can we talk about the fact that this piece of meat of the Tianxing Group is too fat, and we can't afford to fight like this. As long as we speak well, everyone can get a very satisfactory harvest."
The old man's eyes almost didn't stare out looking for him.
Is this a false leader
When did the leader talk to people in such a low voice
Where is the usual tyrant leader
Is there too much fat no matter how big it is? Why do you share with such a guy who came out of nowhere
Facing the leader’s low voice, the red villain laughed contemptuously, and said with a strong irony: "The leader Cui is very witty, and the benefits that are about to be obtained are actually willing to share with me. I am really willing, uh, you guessed it. I got those two evil spirits, right."
The leader said in a deep voice: "The mage who can summon such a powerful evil spirit is worthy of respect and is also qualified to participate in this feast. This is our respect for the powerful, and does not mean that we are afraid of you."
The little red man said mockingly: "Yes, you New World Sect, you are not afraid of anyone or anything."
The leader said in a deep voice: “You don’t know anything about us. This is Korea, this is our land, and this is our country. You will never be able to defeat us, so I will give you a satisfactory benefit. I can guarantee that you will get at least $100 million in benefits! You can leave here happily, even if the forces behind you are satisfactory."
This is the peak of Milliken’s national power in the 1990s, and the rice dollar is the strongest. Hundreds of millions of dollars is enough to buy anyone and any power, even the mages!
Zhou Yang couldn't help but look at Cui Fengmin with admiration.
This cult leader is able to call the wind and rain in South Korea, and his daughter can even control the national politics behind him. Although there are factors related to the national conditions and environment of South Korea, his own decisiveness is also an indispensable factor.
It's hard to give up good money, let alone the windfall you get, and you will spit out a large amount when you vomit. This is not something ordinary people can do. This Cui Bongmin can definitely be called a hero. The New World Church has run to this point. I am afraid that it is not only for money, but for the country. In the future, Cui Zhenzhen’s political affairs may be implemented according to the route set by him. It is to lay the foundation for his resurrection and return.
It seems that the two evil spirits haven't been tossing lightly in Korea recently. It's not as simple as hunting and killing the Seven Love Monster Soldiers, otherwise, it would be impossible for Cui Bongmin to make such a big trade-off.
However, no matter how big a trade-off he makes, there is no use for Zhou Yang.
"I reject!"
"Since you agree... uh, do you refuse?"
Cui Bongmin suspected that he had heard it wrong, and the old man who was close at hand also suspected that he had heard it wrong.
That's hundreds of millions of dollars. At least you are struggling and hesitating, do you want to express rejection so lightly
"That's a lot." Cui Fengmin said solemnly, "This time we can get at most 300 million U.S. dollars from the Li family, and most of them are fixed assets, which are difficult to realize. It is useless if you want them. Don't be too greedy."
"It's not about money." Zhou Yang said, "It's for justice!"
Cui Bongmin fell into a long silence.
The old man was also shocked.
What I am telling you is hundreds of millions of dollars! It is hundreds of millions of dollars, not hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of millions, hundreds of millions, okay! You tell me for justice! Whether this reason should be so funny, you, a wizard who drives evil spirits, talk to me about justice. If you don’t see that the things everyone summons are evil enough, you must be like-minded, I'll talk to you!
Justice, how much is a catty for that thing
Even if you really believe it, you don't have to say it directly in such an embarrassing way of second-degree enthusiasm!
"Are you... insisting on being an enemy of my New World Teacher?"
Cui Bongmin hesitated for a long time before speaking again.
"No, I want to be an enemy of evil!"
Can you have a good chat now
Cui Bongmin’s voice became cold, "You don’t understand what you are facing! You don’t even know how powerful our New World Church is! The entire South Korea belongs to us, and you want to be strong one by one. The country is right! Can you rival a country for you alone?"
"I can!"
Damn, I really can't go down with these words.
"Good luck, then!" Cui Bongmin hung up the phone heavily.
The old man was dumbfounded.
Master, have you forgotten something? Your loyal subordinates are still in the hands of others!
"Are you Jin Dazheng or the dean?" Zhou Yang turned to look at the old man and asked coldly.
"It's not..." the old man said difficultly, "this, I..."
He wanted to organize the language and justify himself. For example, he was intimidated, he was pure passing by, he was sleepwalking.
Everything is being explained. As long as there is a chance to speak, the dead can be said to be alive.
However, it is a pity that he could not say a word.
Zhou Yang drew a knife and chopped off his head, and said what he hadn't said, "It doesn't matter, it's all going to die anyway."
The old man died.
The men and women who knelt in a circle still remained silent like statues.
But if you look closely, you can find that their bodies are trembling, and if their bodies can move, they probably ran away long ago.
However, running away is just an extravagant hope.
They were also under control like the old man, not to mention fleeing, they couldn't even make a sound.
Zhou Yang was not interested in knowing who they were, but just removed them one by one mechanically.
There was a sickening smell of blood in the small underground chamber.
The corpses are stacked, and the blood flows into a river.
Zhou Yang checked one by one to make sure that no fish would slip through the net.
The door rang suddenly.
Zhou Yang's thoughts moved slightly, and at the place where the red light flashed, people had already passed through the door and came into the corridor outside the door.
The stairwell door at the end of the corridor was shaking.
On the ground leading to the stairwell, there was a series of vague red footprints and dripping blood all the way.
Zhou Yang's figure flashed again and came to the stairwell.
No one, no footsteps, only a woven bag was abandoned in front of the stairs.
There was a small corpse in the bag, and the blood was still hot.
Zhou Yang moved again and came to the first floor.
The door was shaking violently.
Looking through the window, an old man was running madly towards the door of the nursing home. He ran so fast and so hurriedly that it aroused the curiosity of the children playing in the yard. Get up, "Grandpa Dean!"
There are too many children in the yard.
Thinking like this, Zhou Yang silently watched the running dean and watched him run out of the door of the nursing home.
The old man ran out of the nursing home and onto the busy street. He still didn't dare to stop, and ran forward desperately. He knocked down an unknown number of pedestrians in a hurry, and drew a piece of annoyed scolding. Sound, but he didn't even look back.
He ran along the pedestrian path, and was hundreds of meters away from the gate of the nursing home before turning around and ran across the street.
But he could run to the middle of the road, his head flew out of his neck, and blood shot out from the broken neck, like a fountain, dyeing half of the sky red.
The car passing through the intersection was unprepared, and slammed into the old man's body firmly, knocking his body hundreds of meters out, and his bones were almost broken, falling to the ground, falling to pieces.
The heads that flew out did not fall together, but the news was out of thin air. (End of this chapter)