The terrible man strode out of the basement, and the upstairs door was opened, then slammed shut again.

At the moment of freedom of movement, Mr. O immediately reached for the back pocket of his pants.

Mr. X shoved the chisel to him.

Su Pan stepped off the Cadillac CT6 and swept his gaze over the dark corners around the Bullet bar, expecting a few servant eaters to appear and pounce on him. He didn't expect to be lucky, he and Vallarillo had been going around in circles for hours tonight, but they were greeted with nothing, not even the shadow of a servant eater, it was so weird.

This is simply unbearable for a guy like Pixpan who relies heavily on combat.

Like all opposing things, the war between the Servant Eater Society and the Vixens seems to be stuck in a cycle of life and death, while the other side is in a downturn. Back in July, the Blacktail Moon Guild not only eliminated the local recruiting center of the Servant Eater Society, but also killed ten of their top members along the way. Clearly, the servant eater has returned to the lost period.

Thankfully, there were other ways to burn the anger in his chest that was on the verge of exploding.

The nest in front of me where the fallen seeds spread is also a place for the brothers to have fun. Located on the edge of town, the "bullet" bar is filled with motorcyclists and construction workers who do rough work rather than well-dressed upper-class people.

It's a bar in the usual sense of the word, and the parking lot around the bungalow is filled with trucks, second-hand Japanese cars, and Harley. Davidson motorcycle. Through the narrow windows, the Silver Bullet, Budweiser Light and Khmer signs flashed red, blue and yellow.

The group never drank high-end products like Corona and Heineken or Bitburger brand stouts.

Su Pan closed the car door, only to feel a low roar in his body, a tingling pain in his skin, and a twitch in his thick muscles. He stretched his arms, hoping that the pain would be relieved, but to no avail, he was not surprised.

His curse began to gradually pressurize, sending him into a dangerous situation. If he doesn't release himself soon, he's going to be in big trouble. Annoyed, he will turn into a very serious big trouble.

I really want to thank you, the Holy Maiden of Taishi, he thought hatefully.

Since he was born, he has been a guy with excess strength, a fool who doesn't care about and can't control the power he has, like a timed bomb that can't be controlled. This was bad enough, but then, he annoyed the mysterious goddess who ruled the entire vixen~ race.

Oh my God, she was so happy to drop another curse on him while he was in a hurry. Now, if he doesn't release his excess energy on a regular basis, he can become mortal at any time.

Fighting and that little thing were the only two ways he could calm down, and he was like a diabetic who relied on insulin, constantly using them to distract himself and limit his urgency. But both don't work every time, and once he loses himself, everyone faces a mess, including himself.

Oh my God, he was fed up with being bound by the monster within him, and carefully controlled its desires to avoid falling into the brutal annihilation. Admittedly, he has a stunning look and a shocking power, which is great.

But he'd rather trade them for a lowly, ugly shell, if doing so would bring him a glimmer of peace. The most terrifying thing was that he could no longer recall the feeling of tranquility, or even who he really was.

His nervous breakdown came quickly and unexpectedly. Within a few years of receiving the curse, he gave up all thoughts of finding true liberation and simply tried to avoid harming the innocent when the curse erupted. From that moment on, his body began to decay and die from the inside out, and by a hundred years later, it was almost numb, leaving nothing but a bright appearance and empty charm.

He always gave up covering up and showed himself to be a dangerous person. The brutal truth lies ahead: as long as he is around, there is no safety for all.

Compared to the pain he had to endure when the monster came out of his body, the crisis when it was out of control really tortured him to death. He was afraid of hurting his brother and lived in fear all the time. And a little more than a month ago, he added the name of Chalunwang to his list of worries.

Su Pan walked around to the other side of the SUV and looked at the ordinary man through the windshield. God, who would have imagined that he would have such an iron relationship with an ordinary person?

"Will I see you later, 'Strip~Zi'?"

Charunwang shrugged: "I don't know. ”

"Good luck, brother."

"Do whatever you want."

Su Pan watched the Cadillac start its engine and leave, cursed a few words, and walked through the parking lot with Vallarillo.

"Who is that woman? Dimension, is it one of us? ”

"It's Yang Luxia."

"Yang Luxia, do you mean Wu Xiangnu before Xiao Lingyun?" Su Pan shook his head, "Oh, man, I want to hear the details." V, you've piqued my curiosity. ”

"I never talk to him about that, and you are not allowed to ask."

"Aren't you curious?"

The two walked towards the front door of the bar, but Valarilo did not answer.

"Oh, yes, you already knew, didn't you?" "You foresaw what was happening. ”

Vallarillo just shrugged, noncommittal, and reached for the door. Su Pan pressed the wooden door with his hand and blocked him: "Hey, Wei, have you ever dreamed of me?" Have you seen my future? ”

Valarilo turned his head. Under the neon light of the silver bullet sign, the pupils of the tattooed left eye continued to expand until it devoured the iris and all the whites of the eye, leaving only a deep black hole in the dark eye socket.

Looking at his left eye, it seemed to be staring at an infinite expanse, and it was like staring at the void after death.

"You really want to know?" The brother finally spoke.

Su Pan lowered his arm: "I only care about one thing, can I live to get rid of the curse one day?" ”

A drunken man pushed open the door and staggered out like a truck with a broken axle. The guy rushed into the bushes and began to vomit before falling headlong on the asphalt.

Death is the inevitable path to tranquility, Su Pan thought to himself, besides, everyone is going to die in the end, and the fox spirit is no exception. He didn't look Valarilo in the eye again, just said, "Forget it, Vi, I don't want to know." ”

He had already received a curse, and he had ninety-one years to survive before he attained liberation, a full ninety-one years, eight months and four days to be exact. After that, his punishment was over, and it wasn't until then that the monster was no longer a part of his body. Why would he bother trying to figure out if he had lived long enough to get rid of that annoying thing?

"Su Pan."

"What?"

"I'll tell you about it. The woman you were destined for is here, and she will appear soon. ”