Seriously.

Du Wei never imagined that his luck would be so bad.

It's that he has too many enemies.

Or is the world too dangerous?

It's not that something happens anywhere, but that there are evil spirits, evil spirits, demon spirits, and weirdness that have been pitted by him everywhere.

It's just the Demon God.

"Is it my problem?"

In the painting, Du Wei looks at the scene outside with a gloomy face.

He's hiding in the paintings now, and neither the bus nor the horror house can lock him down, but the two terrifying weirdos must know that he's in New York right now.

I just don't know that his position has never moved.

At this moment, Du Wei's pocket suddenly exuded a cold aura, and when he turned his head, he saw that the envelope struggled to get out of it.

"What's the matter with you?"

The envelope hadn't come out since it entered the three sarcophagi inside, and it seemed to be in some strange state.

And now it has quietly woken up.

At this moment.

As soon as the envelope was drilled out, Du Wei saw countless pointer patterns crawling all over the envelope.

The patterns twisted together and piled up, as if to foreshadow something.

This has happened before.

It was the anomaly that Du Wei had after he came into contact with the stone tablet with the pattern of the demon god and asked the envelope to come forward on his behalf.

But that time, the envelope just couldn't reveal any information related to the demon god.

In addition, they can communicate normally.

But this time, it was very serious.

【……】

The envelope hovered in front of Du Wei, and it kept shaking up and down, as if it wanted to convey some kind of message, but no matter what it did, it couldn't succeed.

A hint of gloom flashed in Du Wei's eyes.

"Envelopes?"

There was no accurate response.

He asked again: "Do the three sarcophagi in the bowl remind you of something?" You want to convey it to me now, don't you? ”

The envelope trembled wildly.

Du Wei's eyes were even more dangerous: "What does it have to do with me?" Or is it related to the Demon God? ”

It hesitated, swaying up and down as if it were nodding.

"Both?"

Du Wei was stunned: "Can you recover by yourself?" Just like last time, you self-destruct and then resurrect again. ”

Those hidden deep information is what Du Wei has been longing for.

But the more he is exposed now.

The more you know, the more you have a big problem.

Something, all the time, has been influencing me, maybe it's Ramer's Clock, or maybe it's something else.

Therefore, Du Wei always held a breath of anger in his heart.

The more depressed he was, the angrier he became.

and the more they hate.

At this moment, the envelope, which was densely covered by the pointer pattern, suddenly burst into flames.

It understood Dewey's words.

When the ashes scattered, it came back from the inside.

A line of text appeared on the paper.

[Master, the three sarcophagi in the building, I don't know what's going on, it affects the envelope, the envelope remembers what happened last time, and the stone tablet records that those Solomon Seventy-two Pillars Demon God ......]

[They put ......]

The words appeared, and those strange symbols began to appear again, spreading.

It seems that it is preventing the envelope from telling the truth.

[No, the envelope will forget those messages, you must remember, master, there is a pattern on the stele that represents you...... Yes...... To die, to die. 】

[Master, my envelope is your most loyal lackey! 】

After the last line of text emerged, the entire envelope was reduced to ashes again.

until it is resurrected.

[Hey, what just happened? Master, what's wrong with your eyes, is there something in the envelope that has made you unhappy lately? 】

Du Wei clenched his fists, and he forced a smile and said, "No, you've been doing a good job lately, I'm very satisfied, I just suddenly want to kill something." ”

The envelope trembled with excitement.

[Brother Black Shadow, come out quickly, it's time for you to do your best. 】

Laugh at......

A sharp knife pierced the envelope in an instant, and the black shadow tilted its head, staring at the envelope with bloodshot eyes, looking at the envelope in confusion.

The envelope was noticed.

The shadow stood behind it, and another sharp knife pierced Gascoige's chest, pinning him to the ground unconscious and bleeding so much.

[Brother Black Shadow, don't be like this, we are all the master's most loyal subordinates, why bother to divide your life and death? 】

The attitude of the envelope suddenly became flattering.

And, still chattering about words.

[What about that stupid Bland? That Erwu boy is disgusting to death, and I hate licking dogs the most in my envelope, so I should kill him. 】

Du Wei said in a low tone: "He is gone, now we are in the oil painting, and the outside is New York, but two strange drags the reflection of the city, as if they want to make New York fall." ”

I don't know if it's because the kneeling and licking skills of the envelope are too strong.

Or because the image of claiming to be the most loyal lackey under Du Wei has really been set.

Du Wei would have patiently told it about the situation.

This flattered the envelope.

[Master, what's wrong with you?] How can you have such an attitude towards the envelope, this is not in line with your identity as a villain, you should ruthlessly exploit the envelope! 】

[Wait, you can't be a fake, right?] 】

[My master is a more ruthless existence than the evil capitalist, and it is impossible to talk to my envelope with a pleasant face. 】

[Who the are you!] 】

When Du Wei saw this, his face suddenly became expressionless.

"You're about to become Freddy."

As he spoke, he grabbed the envelope and tore it to shreds.

Then he didn't bother to look at the envelope, but cautiously observed the situation in the outside world, and now he didn't have time to think about why there was his own name on the stone tablet that recorded Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

Actually, he didn't see it either.

Unless his real name has also taken on some weird pattern.

Now he cares about what the buses and the horror house are trying to do, whether they want to trap themselves in New York and kill the whole city.

Behind him, shredded envelopes clumped together.

[This familiar feeling, master, I was wrong, I shouldn't doubt you, you should do it, your punishment of the envelope is not called a punishment. 】

Those are your teachings. 】

[The envelope understands, the envelope understands you best.] 】

Du Wei frowned and scolded: "Shut up." ”

Yes, my great master. 】

The envelope did not dare to come out of the text, and it retreated in front of the black shadow, aiming at the unconscious Gascoigne to be precise.

[Yo, isn't this the stupid licking dog who doesn't know whether to live or die and confesses Minette in front of my evil spirit master, you are arrogant again, why don't you speak, why are you covered in blood......]

[Tsk...... Licking a dog is really not a good death. 】

At this time, Du Wei suddenly said in a cold voice: "Wait, it seems that their target is not me, but the three sarcophagi inside." ”

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