Half an hour later.

The federal plane finally got permission to take off from the tower.

Five minutes after a Malaysian flight took off, the federal plane finally began taxiing on runway 35C.

Mark's somewhat manic heart gradually subsided.

No way.

When I don't owe money, the FBI eats everywhere.

But owed money?

Hehe.

Half ringing.

When the federal plane made a reservation altitude and began to fly smoothly, Mark looked at Debbie and asked, "How long will it take to get to Paran Province?" ”

"Twenty-three hours."

“…… What the? ”

"Yes."

“……”

Mark took a deep breath and was wondering if he should let the plane return to the plane and pass away.

But after thinking about it for a while, Mark gave up on the idea.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Unless necessary.

Mark is a more rule-abiding citizen.

Merely.

When the plane arrived at the local airport, Mark directly instructed the captain to drive the plane back when he got off the plane.

He retracted what he had said.

After twenty-three hours of sitting and flying back to New York, he would rather kill himself.

Not much.

Province of Palan.

As soon as Debbie stepped out of the helicopter, she looked curiously at the coconut trees around her and the strange clothes of the people around her.

Mark held his little yellow umbrella and watched the Man River that crossed Borneo.

It was raining profusely.

And.

But look at the upward trend of the Man's rivers for some time now.

Debbie, who came out of a charter shop, also confirmed Mark's idea.

Debbie shook her head and said, "Boss, it's the rainy season here, and all charter companies don't want to go to the upper reaches of the Man River at this time. ”

Mark nodded.

Looking for Kim Song, an American who lives here?

Mark didn't have that idea at all.

Subsequently.

In the midst of Debbie's panicked screams, Mark took Debbie all the way up the river along the Man River.

The Man River stretches across Borneo and is flanked on both sides by unexplored native forests.

It's the rainy season and the river is fast.

Mark wasn't worried that anyone would notice this.

But......

Mark looked down at the dark shadow hidden under the river and smiled, and his figure sped up.

Not much.

Mark took Debbie to the top of a valley.

Debbie, who was just about to speak, suddenly saw something in the valley, her belly churned, and then she turned around and squatted on the ground and retched.

Mark also frowned slightly.

In the edge of the valley of the pit bloomed this strange and beautiful flower.

But surrounded by these flowers.

The huge snake ball is terrifying.

And more than one.

Just a cursory glance is enough to see as many as four or five snake balls.

Snake balls are not toys.

Rather, it is a snake ball formed by countless snakes entwined together.

This phenomenon basically only occurs when a female snake mates with a male snake.

It's obvious.

In the valley below is the site of a large group of immoral P.

In some countries, this is to be on the barbecue.

Rumble!

The telekinesis blasted directly into the valley.

"Shhh

"Bang!"

"Shhh

With the coercion of Mark's telekinesis, the ten giant pythons in the valley below writhed wildly.

There are even more than 1,000 little snakes spitting red letters.

This is what it looks like.

The goalkeeper of the treasure was demoted.

Mark frowned.

Frankly.

Mark has some dense phobias.

Although he had a Chescia, Checia was white and had a lovely appearance.

Snakes here?

If a person gives him a blood orchid, he won't necessarily ask for it.

Subsequently.

The snake that was screaming wildly in the valley suddenly paused for a second, and then hissed louder and louder.

The two pythons swam out of the valley from the state of the snake ball entanglement.

Did you run?

The corners of Mark's mouth curled upwards as he stared at the earth-turning seal that had condensed into a substance above the valley.

The next second.

The Great Seal fell with a bang.

Bang!

For a moment the air was silent.

Half ringing.

Mark rolled up his aura and fell into the valley with Debbie.

Debbie looked at the giant python lying not far away and was still in the valley with half of its body swallowed and said, "Boss, this python's physique is obviously hormone-eaten." ”

Mark smiled, ignoring the twenty-meter-long python.

A dead snake is a good snake.

A flash of cold light.

An ordinary dagger instantly pinned the python's snake head to the ground.

Follow suit.

After Mark sent all four pythons that pretended to be dead to the western sky, he turned his attention to the blood orchids that bloomed around the valley.

A ...... Two ...... A lot of them.

Mark counted it down.

There are more than fifty of them.

Convert it.

Mark's eyes were closed.

It's just that.

When Mark chewed on the petals of a blood orchid, the moment changed.

It's all blood orchids.

But it tasted very different from the blood orchid on that island.

The blood orchids on the island taste sweet and delicious.

But Borneo's?

Mark couldn't say anything.

There are even stock ......

That's when it happened.

In the valley, the blood directly crushed by the Great Seal began to condense frantically.

Mephisto, the King of Hell, arrives to report.

With the appearance of the Hell King, the appearance of the blood orchid that bloomed in the valley also changed in an instant under the invasion of the infernal breath.

From a blood orchid to a flower on the other side.

…… A taste of hell.

It was only when Mark saw Mephisto, which was completely condensed from the stinking blood of snakes, that Mark came up with the right adjective.

Yes.

Mark tasted the soul on this blood orchid.

Mephisto came out and was about to show off his majesty, but when he saw Mark standing at the edge of the valley, his expression suddenly became a little wrong.

Mark greeted Mephisto with a big smile and said, "Good afternoon, old Mo." ”

“…… Old ink? Mephisto's eyelids and cheeks fluttered in unison.

Mark looked at the flowers around him, looked at Mephisto and asked with a smile, "What are you doing here?" ”

Mephisto also recovered from his original hesitation and uneasiness, coughed, looked at Mark vigilantly, and said, "This is one of my farms. ”

“…… Breeding gardens? ”

"Yes." Mephisto said: "Since the humans here have come out of ignorance, their requirements for demons have also changed, they used to want to gain power, but now the first thing they see us is that they want to live a few more years. ”

Mark frowned and said, "Isn't that good?" As long as the deal is made, aren't all the souls of these people at your disposal, isn't it the easiest thing for you hell demons to live a few more years? ”

Mark doesn't discriminate against anyone who makes deals with demons or anything else.

Even.

Mark despises those who have made deals with demons and regretted them.

It's these people who are destroying the market......