Chapter 2: The Flute Devil

"I don't know the time and place of Lu Dao now, how can I not get the king's eyeballs? If it were now the night of the resurrection of the impure king, I would not have been discarded. ”

Gu Bai walked down from the bench, the five-minute protection time had passed, and there was no point in staying here any longer.

The ground is lined with manicured grass and trees, and the lampposts that stand in the middle of them form a line. The figure-of-eight park is quiet and lively at the moment. On the lively side, two groups of mobs are fighting. Iron hooks, and even machetes.

The engine of the converted motorcycle is still rumbling, and the exhaust fumes are drifting into the dark sky. Interspersed between them are rioters with different hairstyles and colors.

"Fuck! Cut him!! ”

"Don't let him go!! Our K2 Gold is the strongest! ”

The shouts, the pain, the muffled grunts, these sounds drowned out the cacophony of the flute. Attracted by the blood and violence, they couldn't see a person standing on a bench playing the flute.

Suddenly, a rampant man froze in place, and the iron pass that could have been opened smashed into his head, and he fell to the ground with a thud. And the rampant clan who knocked him down was immediately defeated and retreated by the subsequent revenge. The man who fell to the ground was not found to be dead.

A pair of unfocused eyes revealed the most terrifying horror he had ever seen, and his mouth wanted to open and close, and he could no longer spit out any sound.

The soul, ingested by the devil.

More and more people fell to the ground, and the mobs realized that something was wrong, and somehow, for a moment, everyone stopped, and only the roar of the motorcycle remained. When they were quiet, they finally heard the terrifying sound of the flute.

"Ah!! My hand!! My hand!! ”

"Eyes!! It's hot! My eyes! ”

"Don't~!!"

"Ahh

Wails erupted, and the whole park was plunged into great terror. The distorted voices of the mobsters and their torn ears could not stop the flute from playing.

When the last soul is withdrawn, the flow of notes ceases.

The rest is just dead silence.

"Delicious pure white soul! Black lust and depravity are their best seasonings. ”

The voice of the wailing devil kept coming in Gu Bai's ears, and every word was like steel and glass rubbing, extremely harsh.

"Talk to me in a sweeter voice. The devil has no gender, does he? Putting away the flute, Gu Bai walked towards the corpses that had been twisted and lost their souls, and looted all the money in their pockets one by one.

He did not exchange the currency of this worldly realm.

"Yes, my contractor." Sweet with seductive laziness, coupled with a slightly hoarse procrastination, can make all ordinary people have a physiological reaction and be horny. The Wailing Demon can simulate any sound, and the seductive whispers are even more of his good play, seducing people to fall, women are definitely more useful than men.

"Damn, change the normal voice! I don't want to get distracted in the middle of a fight and die. And if I die, in this world where exorcists are prevalent, you will be imprisoned for hundreds of years with talismans! ”

The money in his hand added up to almost 20,000 yuan, and after putting them all in the space ring, Gu Bai set up a series of motorcycles that looked the most normal, twisted the key that was still inserted in them, started the motorcycle, and drove out of the park.

"Yes, my contractor." The devil's response is the same, and they don't even seem to move except for something that interests them.

However, when something they are interested in comes along, they get excited. For example, the soul.

An hour or two after Gu Bai left, a park ranger finally couldn't stand the rumble of many motorcycles and came here. But when he saw everything, he could only let out a scream.

"Ah!!!h

A terrible cry pierced the silent night sky, and a hellish scene appeared in front of him. Seventy or eighty corpses twisted the victory, and the blood that had been twisted in their ears like staves and musical notes.

In one of them, a blood-colored name was lying on the ground.

- "The Flute Devil." ”

The blood-colored text and the unique writing style of the Western aristocracy make the senior exorcist know at a glance that the Dao is the signature left by a devil who has existed for a long time. …,

It didn't take five minutes for the police to arrive, and then the Knights of the Orthocrucian were notified as quickly as possible to request the exorcist's backup.

…

Between the flow of cheese in fragrant cotton and Gu Bai's mouth, fresh shrimp, bacon, ham, diced meat, and green peppers were spread on top of the thick dough cakes, and they were constantly sent to the mouth, and the sixteen-inch pizza was all put into Gu Bai's stomach in just three minutes.

The grains of food were still in his mouth, and Gu Bai took a sip of the slightly spicy borscht. Born with a dislike of eating mushrooms, he did not add mushrooms to his pizza or to the selection of ingredients for the soup.

Taking a big sip of the cold and piercing Coke, Gu Bai burped with satisfaction, thinking about the value of the three thousand yuan flowers. Although the main god room is a food and beverage service, it is by no means as delicious as pizza like this.

"Contract Master, don't you have the slightest urge to play the instrument after you have eaten?"

The Wailing Devil observed the world through the flute, he could never have imagined that this place would be crowded with so many humans, and even before he was written into music by the Demon King, as a high-ranking devil, he had only tried to swallow the soul of a castle (plus manor) in one breath. Instead of eating the souls of people who are full of people stuck in the ground, as they are now.

"Will the devil be hungry too?" Gu Bai was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to devour. Last night, Gu Bai had already found out the time in this world. Saburo Fujido has not betrayed yet, and it doesn't matter if his left eye is stolen or not. Anyway, the place where I appeared was not in Tokyo, but in Kyoto.

Walking out of the pizzeria, Gu Bai walked towards the Tiger House Hotel, and his appearance became an ordinary Fusang passerby. What was devoured last night will be put to use today. If you fail to plan and can't get in, you should just go and investigate. Gu Bai even assumed that if he played a sonata in front of the hotel, would he have a huge amount of evolution point income. After all, there are many injured exorcists inside.

But after thinking about it, I dispelled this idea. Because first of all, he didn't know the strength of the exorcists in this world, and secondly, these were Fusang exorcists, and there would definitely be no shortage of enchantments or something. Revealing his identity and ability to make a plan that is not likely to succeed in his reputation and knowledge, Gu Bai is not so stupid.