Volume 2 Soul Shifting Nightmare Chapter 105 You should be called Zothai
The door closed behind the two of them as soon as they entered, and the entire hallway was pitch black, with a row of coat racks on the right, and it was impossible to see what was on it.
The darkness didn't affect Franklin too much, he reached for the coat rack, took down two things, and handed one to Wang Ling.
"Take it with you. β
"What is this?" Wang Ling touched it with his hand, it was soft, and it felt like artificial leather.
"Masks, you can't show your true identity here. β
Wang Ling touched the black and put the mask on his face, and the bottom of the mask covered his person, the soft touch was like real skin, weird and very comfortable?
Just brought it up, the light above his head was turned on, and Wang Ling, who had adapted to the darkness, subconsciously blocked his eyes with his hand, but his squinted eyes immediately widened when he saw Franklin.
Beauty... Team America?
Franklin's face was not so much a mask as a hood, and the dark blue fabric covered the bridge of his nose and cheeks, enveloping the back of his head, revealing only two purple eyes.
With Franklin's muscular posture, he really has the style of a hero.
That... What did you bring?
Wang Ling suddenly thought of this question, the light was blind just now, he couldn't see anything clearly, and he didn't know what he was carrying.
Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone, Franklin grabbed him and shook his head, "Mobile phones are not allowed here, and everything in this place is not allowed to leak outside." β
Looking at the corners of Franklin's mouth that was about to be uncontrollable, Wang Ling expected that what he was bringing was definitely not something harmless to humans and animals, but the four walls of the corridor were covered with gorgeous blankets, and he couldn't find anything reflective, so he had to give up.
The corridor was not too long, about fifty meters away, and every ten meters on both sides of the road there were two guards standing like soldiers.
Franklin's purple pupils became the best identification, and each of the guards hunched their waists ninety degrees longingly, and did not stand up until the two of them had walked a long way.
Wang Ling was red no matter what he looked at at this time, and he approached Franklin and whispered, "Why don't you get me a blue one?"
Franklin gave him a blank look, or should I say a purple look...
"Do you think you have that aura? If it weren't for these red eyes, you'd be a mortal guy who is more mortal than a mortal. β
Wang Ling was embarrassed, he knew that what Franklin said was actually the truth, although he would have some amazing operations from time to time, but even he himself did not know how to use and control it, and it was as unreliable as the test launch of a missile by an army on an island.
At the end of the hallway was a solid wooden door that looked extremely heavy, and when pushed open by two burly guards, there was a golden hall inside.
When the door was first opened, the hall was still noisy, but when everyone turned their eyes and saw Franklin, it became silent.
Franklin didn't react much, and strode to the bar as if he was used to it.
Truth be told, it's more of an auditorium than a bar, with glittering dΓ©cor paired with handmade Saudi wool carpets, mahogany bars and wine racks, and each glass glittering with crystal in the spotlight.
Wang Ling was a little apprehensive, you must know that all the people present are "martial arts masters", and it may not be impossible to say that they can fly off the wall.
Looking around, all of them were blue eyes, and even without that kind of blood suppression, this suffocating atmosphere made him extremely uncomfortable. If it weren't for the invincible Franklin, he would have turned around and run away.
Franklin sat down on a red stool in front of the bar and said to the bartender dressed as a masked man, "A glass on the side, on the rocks." β
The latter didn't say much, and silently took a bottle from the wine rack behind him
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The wine was a thick amber color, placed in a crystal glass, put in a square piece of ice with a tong, and pushed it in front of Franklin.
Then he looked at Wang Ling, obviously waiting for him to order a drink.
"I... Kindness... Let's have a cup of Shikumen. Wang Ling looked at the rows of unknown wine on the wine shelf, a little blind, touched the back of his head and said.
As soon as these words came out, the hall where there was some conversation just now suddenly fell silent again, and everyone stared at Wang Ling like a monster.
Franklin's face was also a little unbearable, he covered his forehead and said to Wang Ling, "I want to drink Shikumen left and turn left to go to Benbang cuisine, this is a place for international exchanges." β
"Let's have a Jack Daniel's. Wang Ling knew that he was embarrassed, and he was busy learning that Franklin also asked for a glass of whiskey.
Smack!
It was the sound of a wine glass placed on a wooden table.
"I didn't expect the famous doorman to like to drink this kind of wine. "It was a lady Miao Ling, with two white stockings under a close-fitting dress, and the beauty of the contrasting colors was both visually striking. She didn't wear a mask, and a translucent veil hung over her face, revealing her beautiful red lips.
"Take a side. With her chin propped up and her elbows propped up on the bar, she looked at Franklin and Wang Ling with interest.
Franklin didn't say anything, savoring the wine in his hand, and the waiter poured the same rimming bourbon for the lady, and was about to add ice but she blocked it with her slender fingers.
Then she raised her glass, raised her head and drank the whiskey from the glass, leaving a shallow lip print on the wall.
"Well~ This is the first time I tried it, and sure enough, the taste of the four-year-old bourbon is even more mellow. β
Wang Ling didn't know anything, and he didn't dare to ask, holding Jack Daniel's and sipping it, thinking to himself what this lady seemed to be called Franklin just now, the doorman?
Seeing Wang Ling's bewildered look, the lady focused on him, blocking her fingers in front of her mouth to prevent the strong smell of wine from coming out, and she spoke, "It seems that this little brother doesn't seem to know the name of the doorman?"
Wang Ling opened her mouth wide, how did she know what she was thinking, if that was the case, then she...
Her red lips were upturned like a crescent, and she pulled down the hem of her skirt, even though it was as long as she pulled again.
"Don't look around, I'm conservative. β
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Can she really read her own mind?
Wang Ling was horrified in his heart, although this girl's eyes were also emitting bright blue light, but her thoughts were still so weird when she said them one by one.
"Well, don't play tricks on him. Franklin put down the empty wine glass, he kicked on the bar, let himself back a little, so that there was no cover between Wang Ling and the lady, and then he said to Wang Ling, "You should have guessed, her ability is the 57th reading mind on the list, although you can't see all your thoughts like reading, but eight or nine are not far from ten, and she is in good shape, you better not have some bad thoughts." β
"You say I'm in good shape?!" Even if it was covered by the tulle, he could really see the "electric light" in the lady's eyes, and Wang Ling suddenly felt a chill behind him.
However, she didn't shoot directly as Wang Ling thought, but slapped the table and raised her head, "Do you dare to say that the old lady's figure is just good?"
Embarrassment
Just now, her noble image of a lady in Wang Ling's heart disappeared, where is this a lady, this is clearly a nervous female man.
"Don't stand up, you'll never need to buy a C cup. Franklin gave a critical blow slowly, which immediately made the female man deflated, and said to the waiter angrily, "Look at the fart, isn't it beautiful? Pour me wine, pour brandy, what is broken and hard to drink!"
The girl over there has a temper, and here Franklin continues the introduction that was interrupted just now, "She named herself Juan Fu, because she thought that only Juan Fu could be worthy of such an amazing ability. β
"No, the most important thing is that only Juan Fu's appearance can be worthy of Miss Ben, if it weren't for the fact that he is much older than me, I would have done it a long time ago. β
Wang Ling was speechless, the same
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The amount of information that came from time to time was too great for him to deal with it for a while.
Juan Fu chattered for a long time, and after two more glasses of brandy, he finally quieted down, and his neck was faintly flushed, obviously a little overwhelmed.
"Brother, what's your name?" she burped and didn't bother to cover her mouth, and the smell of wine sprayed Wang Ling's face.
"My name is..."
Before he could say anything, Franklin covered his mouth, "You can call him later...... Kindness... How about calling Zotye. β
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Even if this is the chairman of the board, Wang Ling really couldn't help but scold, can this be called a name? Is this even more casual than the Hondurans?
"That's... Lifan? or BAIC?"
The black line in Wang Ling's head is becoming more and more obvious, the boss is making fun of himself, he almost wants to pick up the bottle of Zhanbian Bourbon and face it at his head. It's all about the car, you should at least use a high-quality one, at least a viper or a sarin or something.
"Oh, brainstorming, you can do it yourself. β
Wang Ling gave him a roll of his eyes and stretched out his hand, "Just call me Yushan." β
Juan Fu shook his hand gently, "Fortunately, what is the rat? rat food? What is that food?"
Wang Ling completely gave up resistance, "Call it whatever you want, whatever you want to call it." β
Juan Fujiao laughed and waved her hand, "Okay, no kidding, you are the third person brought here by the doorman, and those who can bring him here have great potential, although I think you see... You don't have any powers, but you're not mortal. β
Wang Ling thought to himself that of course I was not a mortal thing, I was a human being, but he was still very honest and did not say it, and he was afraid that Juan Fu would see it and immediately lowered his head.
"The first two are thorns and angry youths. Franklin took the initiative to say the names of the first two lucky winners, and Wang Ling was helpless and just wanted to say that he didn't know this, but a few lines jumped out in front of him.
Prophet: You have received an email from the honorable Mr. Franklin, and you have no right to refuse to read it, it will be automatically played for you.
Two photos jumped out, and they were captured at first glance, one was a sloppy goblin with a nightcap, naturally Li Gan, and the other was Leng Rui who was eating roasted white sausages and picking his feet.
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Wang Ling also helplessly held his forehead, thorny and angry, it was really an image, how could these two people accept such a pleasant name so frankly.
"Let me introduce you first, this place is called the Soul Realm, as the name suggests, it is a gathering place for our abilities, but it is not quite what you think, this is not just a territory for soul hunting. β
"There are some things that you need to know," Franklin continued, "The righteous group in this world is not just a soul hunter, it is just an organization similar to the Nearland Alliance, and there are many teams with the same ability, in the form of families. They don't have the same ambition to cleanse the world as the spirits, and their goals are the same as ours. β
"Then why didn't everyone come together?"
"During World War II, the Allies were still composed of multinational forces, so how could you let us join?" Juan Fu pursed his lips.
"If things are really as simple as you think, everyone is selfish, it is impossible to fight for others wholeheartedly like this, they are a family that has been inherited for a long time, they have many resources, and it is more convenient for soul hunting to help them. β
"Like here," Franklin scanned his finger down the hall, "this is where we exchange information, especially Juan Fu, because of her ability to provide us with a lot of information that the Information Department can't get. Of course, there are also people from their families in the Ministry of Information. β
Wang Ling listened silently, as a little white, he knew that he had no right to speak.
"As for my name, it is naturally the same as the name you have given yourself, which has a meaning. Franklin held his glass and shook it slowly, "How can someone in this world want to open the door of destruction without my consent?"
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