Starry sky, vast starry sky......

The earth seems so small in it...... ...... with loneliness

Whenever people look up from the ground, a thought will arise, under this vast starry sky, are there other beings who know how to think and have wisdom like themselves? Or are you the only intelligent creature in the universe?

"Hurry up, come here......"

In a certain neighborhood of the United States, under the shadow of the filth, several people were running in a hurry, carrying a few sacks. One of the leaders had a nervous expression on his face, looking at his watch as he ran.

"Damn, it's getting late, we have to finish the sacrifice at twelve o'clock this afternoon. Otherwise, it is disrespectful to God, and He will punish us. ”

"Hey, head, every time you say that, but nothing happens every time, isn't it so boring for you to do it. Wouldn't it be nice to have some wine at this time? A fat-headed and big-eared little brother followed behind and laughed and scolded, with eye-catching tattoos on his face.

"You are not allowed to insult my faith." The leader immediately turned around and cursed, his face distorted like a demon.

"Uh, okay, okay, I'm mistaken." The little brother of the fat pig immediately surrendered, he knew that the boss at this time could not be messed with. As a mixed companion, he already knew who the boss was, a bastard determined to give his faith to the devil, how kind can you expect him to be?

However, this kind of thing is very common in the gangster group in the United States, and everyone believes not in a certain person, a certain god, but in power.

As long as there is power, even Satan will believe in you.

It's like now......

A few people snorted and ran into the alley, where a simple altar had already been prepared, the altar was made of stones, and there was a pile of rotten meat underneath, and flies were buzzing and stenching.

"I told you to clean up early, why are you still here!" The boss was immediately angry, that pile of rotten meat was left over from the last sacrifice, and the younger brother didn't listen to him?

"Ah...... Boss, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up! The younger brother hurriedly apologized, and hurriedly cleaned up, looking at the shape of the rotten meat he dragged out from under the altar, vaguely ...... Seems to be a human leg?

"Damn, I hate summer, it rots so fast." The boss said with disgust covering his nose. The younger brothers next to him nodded again and again. A little brother ran up to him and handed him a cigarette.

The boss took it and took a puff, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Magu's smoke surged in his lungs, making his whole body drift a little, and he squinted at the little brother, with a sinister smile on his face.

"When the time comes, put the sacrifice on this time."

"Okay......" said the little brother of Fat Pig, and with the same smirk, he put the sack on his shoulder on the altar. The sack collided with the hard altar with a dull sound, and it actually squirmed, and under the sack, dark red blood seeped out, staining the altar red.

"This stinky Bichi, I've wanted to kill her for a long time, and I don't look good and dare to ask Lao Tzu for money, in this neighborhood, which Bichi dares to do this?" The fat pig brother scolded viciously and kicked on the sack. "Boss, you are merciful, if I had divided her earlier."

"Relax, relax, we are all people of faith, a little kindness, always have it." The boss seemed to enjoy the compliment of the fat pig brother, and the smile on his face deepened, especially in the reflection of the campfire, a scar extended from the temple to the neck, looking like a big centipede, extremely hideous.

It was a few years ago when he was slashed by an opponent during the fight for the block, which almost killed him, but instead forged his prestige. Because that time he almost killed his opponent with injuries, and he was immortal when he was covered in blood. Let everyone think that he is favored by the devil. So since then, he has become a staunch believer in demons, and spends his days studying how to make demons come.

However, although he is a little crazy, he is not stupid.

There are many cults in the United States, but they are basically fooling people, he will not be easily fooled, but some folklore he collected allowed him to find some ways to sacrifice. Give it a try today.

The first few times he sacrificed didn't get any response, maybe the sacrifice was too bad, this time he got a living person, it should satisfy the demon, right?

The boss thought silently, and thought of the benefits that the legendary demon would give him, and felt that the whole person was hot.

The younger brother's hands and feet were very fast, and it only took a while to clean up the altar, and there were a few more sacks on the altar. They didn't know how much blood would take to satisfy the demon, so they decided to get a few more 'live sheep'. According to the method heard by the boss, the more live sheep, the more the demon likes it.

When everything was done, the eldest looked at his watch, drove the younger brother aside, and walked to the front and knelt down. Strange syllables come out of the mouth.

"Purr, Sprinkle, and Kamerk...... Nordsk......"

"The boss is chanting a spell, right? Sounds like it's real......" A few of the younger brothers hid in the distance and whispered, but there was a little disbelief on their faces. Boss, this is deceived, how can there be any demons in this world? If so, wouldn't it have turned the earth into purgatory? It's been the same in the past, the boss reads a lot of things that he doesn't know what he doesn't know, and then nothing happens. The younger brother is used to watching jokes, of course, he can't say this, otherwise he will be killed by the boss in minutes.

"Isaac, and Crete......" The boss was still hiding something he didn't know what it was, and the scar on his face writhed under the reflection of the campfire, and at last, with a mad shout, the whole person trembled like chaff. The limbs twisted and shook like living snakes.

"It's coming, it's coming...... Boss's great performance. "The younger brother in the back became excited, vying to witness the boss's 'reserved program'.

The ghost only knows what is in the method collected by the boss, and every time he twists like a witch, so the younger brothers should also watch the performance.

Before you know it, the clouds obscure the moonlight, and a cold wind blows, rolling up the garbage on the ground.

The boss didn't know how long he had been writhing, and he seemed to be tired, and the sacrifice had finally come to an end. Sure enough, nothing happened, as in the past. The younger brothers came over regretfully, planning to take him back, because the 'reserved program' is very physically demanding, and every time the sacrifice is completed, it will take a few days for the boss to recover.

They are used to this kind of scene, and they are very skilled in moving. A few people came up and picked up the boss and planned to leave.

But suddenly, the little brother who was carrying the boss on his back knelt down, and his knees snapped off. As Mori Bai's stubble pierced his skin, a hand touched his throat.

The next moment, an indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Here...... The main material realm? ”

Click, the little brother's throat was crushed, and his head was weirdly crooked to the side.