"Long time no see."

The man wore a blue Italian suit with a double-breasted jacket and a classic white shirt, which was romantic and elegant.

The girl was curled up in front of the rusty filing cabinet, her hair still dripping with water, and her white school uniform shirt was soaked by the rain to fit her body, and she had to clutch her knees. At the girl's feet was a black cloth bag, which was still on her head just before being brought to this room.

Hearing the man's greeting for no reason, the girl looked over alertly. The man sat at a simple aluminum desk, a small lone chandelier overhead darkening the man's face. A black umbrella leaning on the leg of the table, dripping water onto the concrete floor.

"Where is this? Who are you? The girl's voice trembled.

"Outside the border, no one will bother us," the man said with a smile, "haven't we known each other for a long time?" ”

"I don't know you, why are you arresting me?"

The man pouted ruffianly and spread out his hands on the table: "Since you don't know each other, can you please introduce yourself?" ”

"Why should I listen to you?" The girl retorted.

"It's easy, you just need to answer me a few questions, and your answers determine what I'm going to do," the man's face remained in the shadows, and he repeated again, "Please introduce yourself." ”

"I ······" The girl scanned the dilapidated room uneasily, she didn't know if it was an office or a tool room, not even a window. She tried to find a chance to escape, but the dim light never allowed her to find the door, so she had to follow the man's rules of the game.

"My name is Tong Wanning······"

"No, your name is not Tong Wanning," the man immediately disrupted the girl's self-introduction, "and continued. ”

“······ I went to Shiquan No. 1 Middle School, and I am ······ in my third year of high school this year."

"No, you're not a student," continued.

"My mom is the manager of the fund company, and she will give you how much money you want."

"No, your real mother, definitely not the manager of the fund company, continued, quickly."

Tong Wanning was about to cry, why did this man refute her while urging her to continue. She was afraid of angering the man, and her brain had no time to think, so she continued with a crying voice: "It rained heavily tonight, I was waiting for a taxi at the school gate, and you picked me up in the car and kidnapped me. ”

The man leaned back and leaned back in his chair: "Yes, that's the truth." ”

"Can I go, then?"

The man shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, you haven't started to introduce yourself yet." ”

"I've already told you, my name is Tong Wanning, and I ······"

The man raised the index finger of his right hand and swung it from side to side, interrupting Tong Wanning's words. Then he closed his eyes, as if in thought, and after a moment he slowly opened them, and then said, "You are as disgusting as the Ahicites. ”

"Ahimian?" Tong Wanning's face was full of doubts.

"Huh?" The man sneered, "Have you forgotten your rivals? ”

At this time, a figure slowly walked out behind the man, and Tong Wanning was startled. It wasn't until he stood in the light source that Tong Wanning saw clearly that it was also a man, and unlike the one who was sitting, his entire suit was black, no wonder he had been hiding behind without being discovered.

The man standing spoke: "After the fall of the gods, the gates of the old world will finally be opened, and the devil of heaven will appear again as the only king; This war provoked by the gods can only be ended by the gods, and the flesh and blood can only escape in panic. ”

"Shut up, Mingyuan." A seated man interrupted him.

After a brief silence, Ming Yuan placed an M500 revolver on the table.

This heavy killing weapon broke through Tong Wanning's last psychological defense, her tears burst out of her eyes, desperately hiding back, and the dilapidated filing cabinet was squeaked by her.

The M500 is known as the king of the revolver, with a loading point of 50 Magnum large-caliber bullets. It is worth mentioning that this king of the revolver is dedicated to hunting large prey.

"Enough fun, haven't you?" Ming Yuan asked coldly.

Tong Wanning knelt on her knees in a panic, her nose was already red from crying, and she kept begging: "Please, please, don't kill me, my mother can give you whatever you want." ”

The man picked up the revolver unhurriedly, skillfully ejected the wheel, took out the 5 bullets from the nest one by one, pointed the bullets up, lined up on the table, and said: "Mingyuan, if you can kill her so easily, I won't put on such a big show today." ”

Mingyuan did not respond to him.

The man bowed his head, his thumb was lightly buckled, and the wheel was rotated at high speed, and he said to himself: "The Ahi people are the first mistake made by the three-faced ancient gods······

"And you guys, it's the second mistake," the spinning wheel was reloaded by the man's wrist, his sharp eyes fixed on Tong Wanning, "right, devil." ”

Tong Wanning suddenly understood why the man wanted to kidnap her, and said these inexplicable words to her, she cried and explained: "Devil? You also think I'm the devil? You guys were found by Yang Jing, right? His brother fell from the stairs on his own, and I really don't know anything! Please, let me go! ”

The man threw the revolver on the table, and the volley of bullets fell to the concrete floor, one of which rolled under Tong Wanning's knees.

He continued: "Who is Yang Jing, and who is his brother, a little boy who loves you?" I don't care, we're here for the 41 brothers you killed on the shoreline. ”

Hearing this, Tong Wanning choked up, she felt that no matter how she explained, it was in vain, and for a while, she didn't know what to say to save her life.

The man held an unsheathed dagger flat in front of him, let go of his hand, and the dagger fell, piercing through the aluminum tabletop until it was blocked by the hilt.

The hilt of the short sword has a golden luster, and the intricate lines show the mastery of craftsmanship; The sword body is made of dark blue metal, without gorgeous carvings, and the extreme sharpness is only born for killing.

Looking at the dark blue blade, Tong Wanning's crying stopped abruptly, and her originally delicate eyes were instantly filled with murderous aura.

She stopped pretending, and the innocent girl seemed to disappear from the world, and it was the devil who came to this body.

"I thought I could always enjoy the peace of mind." Tong Wanning's tone was like the cold ice of December.

"Soon it will be available." The man replied.

"It's up to you?" Tong Wanning sneered, got up from the ground, reached out and grabbed the filing cabinet, the flat iron surface was like tissue paper, and was caught deep in.

Ming Yuan, who was standing behind the man, raised his right hand and put it down suddenly.

Tong Wanning lifted the filing cabinet in front of her, and more than a dozen beams of fire composed of bullets were close to the two of them and hit her. The flames of the muzzles of the guns lit up the gunmen who had been hiding in the darkness.

They emptied all the magazines, and brass shells were scattered all over the ground with a clang. The filing cabinet had been ravaged by a storm of bullets, and a large piece of wall skin had fallen off in the corner, revealing the red bricks within.

"I told you a long time ago that these toys can only occupy your hands in front of them." The man said.

The man, still calmly seated in the chair, raised his right hand and drew a series of inscriptions on the back of his left hand with his fingers. Where the finger painted, the skin cracked open as if it had been slashed by a burning blade.

The deformed filing cabinet fell heavily to the ground, Tong Wanning's school uniform was already tattered, but there were only a few small scars on her body, and bright red blood slowly flowed out, and after coming into contact with the air, it gradually turned into inky black. She dipped her fingers in black blood from her collarbone and smeared it under her eye sockets as if she were drawing an evil totem.

"Dao Qi is dead, and the new god is dead, you should listen to the prophecy and bow down to the new king!" She smiled eerily, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

"Maybe there will be people who will bow down to the devil, and maybe there will be people who will pray for the dead Ahicites, the so-called new gods, to come back to life and fight for the post-humans, like the fools in the treehouse," said the man, "and to me, the gods and the devils deserve to die." ”

"Mortal, you don't understand death."

A strong killing intent instantly filled the room, the chandelier above the man's head swayed in a panic, and the iron door loomed behind him.

As Tong Wanning opened her arms, the man, Ming Yuan, and more than a dozen gunmen hiding in the darkness were attracted to each other like strong magnetic fields, with Tong Wanning as the center, attracted by the irresistible force and flew over, and the desk was also knocked over by the man.

They were tightly adsorbed to Tong Wanning's palms, and all the water in the cells was collected by this devil in an instant, and even the people stacked behind were not spared. Their eyes turned pale, and their bodies looked like dried corpses that had been stored in a pyramid for thousands of years.

The man was sealed at the forefront, but miraculously survived.

His face was pale, his lips were dry and cracked, the capillaries under his skin were showing like veins of leaves, and the inscription on the back of his hand was always burning.

"Then please teach me what death is." The man's voice became hoarse.

Tong Wanning looked down in horror, the blue-bladed short sword pierced deeply into her abdomen, and the black blood spread out on her tattered white shirt like ink droplets on rice paper. This damn man! He knew that the speed of mortals could not catch up with the devil, so he deliberately provoked himself, and at the moment he was attracted to it, he pulled out the short sword on the table and stabbed it with his strength.

With a piercing scream, Tong Wanning let go of her palm, and the man and the dozen or so dried corpses fell one after another. She drew her dagger and threw it high, the sword plunging deep into the ceiling.

Tong Wanning covered her abdomen, took a few steps back, and hit the wall, and the half-hanging wall skin fell off one after another. She roared, cursed, and then used all her strength to leap towards the iron door behind the man, so fast that it was almost impossible for the human eye to catch.

The man who knelt on the ground, the inscription on the back of his hand suddenly lit up, he waved his left hand into the air, and accurately choked Tong Wanning's neck, and the huge kinetic energy carried him away, and Tong Wanning lost his balance because of this. They flipped over and smashed open the iron gate, and the railing of the external engineering iron ladder was also dented.

With the sound of two dull landings, the man and Tong Wanning fell heavily from the second floor and fell into the deep pit that had been built in advance.

There was a slight convulsion, and Tong Wanning, who was lying on her side, propped herself up and sat against the wall, but her body slid involuntarily. When she looked up, she realized that it was a five-meter-deep hole, made of concrete, forming a sleek curve from the bottom edge to the bottom, like a test tube in a laboratory. In the middle of the crater, a large iron chain hangs to a large metal container suspended from above.

The room they had just been in was the second-floor office of a steel mill workshop.

"It's a lot of work." Tong Wanning smiled, she was amazed by the man's subtle calculations.

From the beginning, the man didn't expect much damage from the gunmen in the room, not even the stab from the dagger that killed her, all just to lead her into the pit when she tried to escape.

"Why didn't you just throw me in here in the first place?" Tong Wanning asked.

The man always lay on his back, and at this time, he was much weaker than this devil. But he seemed to have come out of the fighting state, and he didn't even bother to get up and face the devil in front of him.

"Because I know the devil, the reason why you are willing to pretend to be a poor schoolgirl and be obediently tied here by us is only because you think it is fun, you think that mortals like us can't hurt you, you are just watching a play, if you are thrown into this grave made for you in the first place, you may sense that something is wrong, jump on it and escape." The man's speech is slow, his purpose has been achieved, and he has become a calm gentleman again.

"yes, I don't have the strength to jump up now." Tong Wanning's tone seemed to be teasing. The moment she just slammed the door out of the door had already increased her blood loss rate, and now in this specially built test tube-shaped pit, she couldn't escape.

"But, as you say, I am the devil, and this injury will soon heal, and perhaps before you can finish reading your eulogy, I will be able to get up and eat you alive, and then go back to my school to continue living in peace." Tong Wanning said with a smile.

The man silently looked at the big hanging chain and said, "Do you know what's on it?" ”

Tong Wanning looked at the man's line of sight: "The escape chain you left for yourself?" ”

"This chain has only one purpose, that is, it is used to overturn the molten steel ladle on it, and then, 10 tons of molten steel at 1500 degrees Celsius are poured down, covering this coffin lid that you and I will never escape." The man calmly said that in this plan of his life, he did not think in the beginning that someone could go back alive, at least, this time he could drag the devil to hell with him.

"Oh? Who is more like the devil than me? ”

The man's heart beat suddenly, and he followed the sound to look at the second floor where they had fallen, where the devil was standing in the hallway, smiling at him! Her white shirt and gray pleated skirt were as neat as new. The man was in a daze, helplessly supporting his body, desperately leaning behind him to sit up, but the curved bottom made him keep sliding down.

He looked at Tong Wanning who was sitting at the bottom of the pit like a frightened bird, and he didn't know when, the seriously injured devil turned into Ming Yuan, and Ming Yuan's abdomen was a bloody wound.

This devil actually hypnotized everyone at the beginning!

"You devil! Filthy! Cheap! The man looked up and scolded Tong Wanning.

Tong Wanning bent over, resting her elbows on the bent railing on the second floor, her palms supporting her chin, looking like a naughty girl full of youth. She looked playfully at the down-and-out gentleman below: "Look, your friend is about to die with you, the devil." ”

The man turned back in horror and found that Ming Yuan was about to reach out and pull the big hanging iron chain. The man shouted, he no longer looked like a gentleman, and the inscription on the back of his hand began to burn again, and he punched Ming Yuan in the face with all his might, and Ming Yuan's head hit the wall hard.

Ming Yuan, who was deeply under hypnosis, thought that he was still fighting the devil, and he kept struggling to pull the chain. The man simply sat directly on Ming Yuan's body and punched Ming Yuan in the face one after another, beating his face into a bloody blur. It wasn't until Ming Yuan lost his breath that the man stopped and gasped for breath.

"Please! Please! Leave me alone! The man turned to the devil on high, and his glory was lost in this moment. He had been determined to drag the devil to hell, but he had lost completely, and he didn't want to die a senseless death.

"Of course, remember, kings cherish their people." With that, Tong Wanning turned around and entered the office.

The man was relieved, his strength was exhausted, and the inscription burned the back of his hand to black. He collapsed on his back, feeling like his heart was about to explode.

Boom!

The blue-bladed dagger flew into the man's field of vision, stabbing the wire rope from which the ladle hung from the gantry. The ladle that had lost a hanging head collapsed in an instant, and the overwhelming fiery red molten steel poured into the deep pit, which churned magma like an erupting volcano, and the scorching flames burst out. The surrounding equipment was also doused with splashed molten steel, and a concerto of curtain calls was played amid the violent explosion.