The more the enemy wants to kill you, the stronger you have to live.
There is another kind of enemy. The hateful thing is that they will not kill you with their own hands, but watch you fend for themselves.
As soon as I arrived in prison, I had a fight with a big guy. The other side suffered only a little skin trauma, but I had a high fever. While traveling on Alcatraz Island, I was hit by the power grid twice, and my soul was about to dissipate. I had no choice but to donate the prayer beads and desert eagle pistol in my body to beg the king of ghosts to keep my soul.
When Hideo Yoshio fed the milk-soaked bread into my mouth, he couldn't feed it anyway, and my body began to vomit again. He couldn't tolerate it anymore and grabbed the small hole in the cell door and called out loudly for help.
His cry for help drew Leibo prison guards, who opened the prison door to the bed, opened my eyelids, and shook his head, indicating that the Japanese can leave.
The male Yoshio knelt down and said goodbye to my body, and Leibo turned and left.
B2 comforted my soul in the glass bottle: "Don't worry, as long as you have a soul and a soul, you can't die, I hope the black magician will help you!"
At this moment, I heard the knock on the door, and I couldn't help but feel puzzled.
This is a cell. The guards won’t knock when they want to come in. The prisoner can see the situation inside through the small hole in the door. He won’t knock. Could it be that the god of death knocked on the door
I closed my eyes and saw a guy in a black cloak holding a death sickle standing outside the prison door. He was indeed a death god, and I showed a frightened expression.
After B2 floated to the prison door, he said to the outside through the small hole in the door: "Imsorry, yourealittlelate.Hesgone."
The Grim Reaper outside the door was holding a sickle and forced to rush inside, without speaking, but B2 had blocked the electric shock stick in front of it, and reiterated: "This person is already gone, but his body is me. Yes, don't you want to rob me!"
Reaper blocked B2's electric shock with a sickle, and asked in a cold voice: "Howdidhedie?"
B2 replied: "His soul has continuously touched the power grid outside the prison and has reported it to Your Lord Satan!"
Although the god of death was not reconciled, he craned his neck and looked into the cell. B2 blocked its sight and said, "If you don't believe it, you can go to Satan for proof!"
"Sure enough, there is no breath of soul here, I still believe that your ghost guards!" The god of death sniffed the smell in the cell, then turned and passed through the iron gate.
B2 looked outside through the small hole in the iron door, and he was relieved when he was sure that the god of death had really left.
I hurriedly asked it: "What the hell is this god of death?"
"In this prison, everyone's souls belong to it, and it will be sent to hell personally!" B2 was afraid that I would not understand, so he continued to introduce: "The only exception is when the soul is completely dissipated. If your soul is dissipated, Satan is also I can do nothing about you!"
It turns out that the god of death here is no longer at the same level as the god of death I met in the desert. I once boasted in front of the three ghost kings and wanted to deal with the god of death in the desert personally. This time I lost my reputation.
I don't have a ghost phone available now, and naturally I can't ask the ghost king for help. I can only wait for them to find my location and save me.
"Then you just said that my body belongs to you. What does this mean? What do you want my body to do?" I asked B2.
B2 continued to sit by the bed and explained to me: "Although the soul of a person is scattered, the body can be preserved for a period of time. I am a ghost guard, and I can use your body to do things that people can only do."
"What humans can do? What is it? For example." I continued to ask it.
The other party replied: "Eat the delicacies of the world and talk about a real relationship, provided that your body persists for long enough!"
I smiled bitterly: "What kind of food can I have in this prison? There is not even a woman here, let alone fall in love!"
B2 said: "When you are hungry, all food is delicious, when you crave love, you are not limited to the opposite sex!"
I immediately understood its meaning, and frankly replied: "I can accept the former, but I cannot accept same-sex love. Is this really a joke made by God?"
"No, this is Satan's method of dealing with humans, and it is also a demonstration to God. I'm sorry I said too much. This is not what I should tell you!"
Not knowing how long it took, A floated in through the iron door of the cell, indicating that B2 could leave.
I hurriedly looked at A and asked about its results, but it did not respond. It took B2 and left the cell. The cell door opened and I saw a priest in a black robe coming in.
This black priest, wearing small round glasses and holding a black-skinned "Bible", stood by the bed and said to my body: "Godsolovedtheworld!"
Trapped in the glass bottle, I immediately protested: "I am not a Christian, you find a Taoist priest to help me out!"
I closed my eyes and saw the rat ghost king standing next to the pastor. It was a little shorter than the pastor, and his appearance was a bit wretched. He shouted to me, "This is America, where can you ask the warden to find you a Taoist priest!"
I was overjoyed when I saw the ghost queen. The other party motioned me not to speak, and pointed to the priest: "This is the black magician I invited to save you. In addition to your Desert Eagle pistol, the magician also wants a prayer bead!"
I hurriedly nodded and agreed, as long as I can survive, it doesn't matter if I contribute the entire string of Buddhist beads, otherwise my soul will be gone and nothing will be gone.
The pastor read the "Bible" to show my soul the way through hell. He didn't expect that his Chinese was fairly fluent, with a strong green onion flavor.
"Poor child, we are all children of God. God wants to save and the devil wants to destroy. May your soul be purified in hell!" The pastor's words were very clear. But when it came to the back, it was very vague, like hypnotic whispers, and drowsy like a spell.
The priest spread the "Bible" on the chest of my body, and the ghost king immediately released my soul from the glass bottle and merged with his body.
The inside of the cell became pitch black. Among the electric light and flint, I saw the priest’s body blazing black flames, and his face was flashing like a light bulb with unstable voltage, and his white beard was one by one. The roots stand up like a cat's whiskers.
After the priest finished chanting the spell, he suddenly reached into his mouth, pulled out a big tooth and stuffed it into my mouth, and told the ghost king: "With this sharp tooth of this magician, his soul will not continue to dissipate. But he needs to find his scared soul as soon as possible before he can be fully resurrected!"
The ghost king nodded and said to me: "Don't hurry up to thank the mage!"
I hurriedly thanked the pastor, and tried to raise my arm to clasp the prayer beads in my ribs.
The priest indicated that I don't have to do it myself. He stretched out two fingers, sharpened his nails, and suddenly pierced my ribs, buckled a Buddhist bead, and said, "This is the best material for me to study the Tathagata! "
I felt that one of my ribs had been snapped off again, but I managed to save my soul, and then I wanted to find my lost soul.
The ghost king sent the black mage out, then returned to the cell and said to me: "Although you have saved your soul, your soul is very weak. Don't do anything with others until you have found your lost soul, otherwise you will suffer. It's you!" (End of this chapter)