In the dark room, the sound of moaning chanting swirled.

More than a dozen men and women formed a circle, their hands clenched into fists, folded in front of their chests, their heads bowed, motionless as statues.

In the center of the circle, there is an iron pot, the boiling water in the pot is churning, and the young limbs can rise and fall, and the mouth of the pot is filled with green steam, and the black flame is dancing under the pot, and from time to time there are vague and hideous faces flashing in the flames, as if they are trying to break free from the flames.

There were no combustibles such as coal and firewood beneath the flames, but a complex circle carved into the ground, blood flowing in the lines, accompanied by chanting, shining with strange light, bringing the flames from unknown places into the world.

There was an old man standing next to the pot, wearing a black shirt and trousers with a Roman collar, his gray hair neatly combed, staring at the churning pot with a very solemn expression, and whenever the boiling stopped, he would pick up a piece of corpse that was still dripping blood from the board next to him and throw it into the pot to keep the pot boiling.

Suddenly, the flames under the pot shrank sharply, and the faces in the flames flashed and disappeared.

The cauldron cracked silently almost at the same time, and boiling water poured out.

The old man's face changed dramatically, and he fell to the ground desperately, and put his face into the flames, which had shrunk to the size of a fist, but were not extinguished by the leaking water.

Flames rushed into his eyes.

He let out an uncontrollable scream, but he also saw what he wanted to see.

Two tall and hideous demons were holding hammers, fiercely smashing the corpse of the Seven Emotions Demon Soldier who was lying on the ground and even lost his head, and a large number of phantoms with different expressions flew out like a torrential rain with the rising and falling hammers.

"It's these two demons again!" The old man stood up and said hatefully, his face, which had been quite kind, had become strangely evil and hideous because of the flame.

These two evil ghosts who came from nowhere, as if they had a grudge against the Seven Emotions Demon Soldiers, since they suddenly appeared in Seoul, they hunted and killed everywhere, killing the Seven Emotions Demon Soldiers who they had just raised with great difficulty and were ready to do great things.

Naturally, they wouldn't let these two evil ghosts do such a thing, organized several round-ups, and even invited the mages of Bingque Mountain to participate in the name of killing the evil ghosts, but they were killed every time and returned defeated!

Chasing the evil ghost beaten by the mage, can you believe it?

How could there be such an awesome evil ghost in this world!

It is estimated that in the whole of Korea, except for the sect leader, probably only the master master of Bingque Mountain can cure these two evil ghosts.

The main thing to do is to do big things, and it is inconvenient to show up, but the master of Bingque Mountain, who has always boasted that he is a famous and righteous person, is indifferent in the face of such two unscrupulous evil ghosts, and said that it is his responsibility to punish evil and eliminate evil? I used to know that a demon ran faster than anyone else, and I couldn't wait to make a big news out to let the whole world know that this time there was a real hard stubble, and he wouldn't move like a mountain, and this decent person was really a hypocrite. If the master took action and cleaned up these two evil ghosts, they would have suffered heavy losses, and such an important task today would have failed?

The old man was full of resentment, but he didn't dare to delay, and quickly took out his mobile phone to report.

This mission was related to their future development plan, and the sect leader was particularly concerned about it and personally deployed it, but it failed.

The phone was dialed and it was connected.

The old man's heart was tight.

The sect leader is a busy man, and it's not so easy to make a phone call usually, most of them either can't call or no one answers, but this time he can get through as soon as he calls, and he has obviously been waiting for him to report the results.

"Teach, sect leader......" The old man has a weak heart, his own sect leader is not a good waiter, he will kill someone if he doesn't agree, he screamed twice, he didn't know what to say for a while, he was nervously organizing the language, and the sect leader was already impatient, "What's the situation?" Don't dare to say, that's a mission failure? What use do you want, a bunch of useless things......"

Hearing that the sect leader was angry, the old man hurriedly defended, "Sect master, it's those two evil ghosts, those two evil ghosts have escaped again, and the two-headed demon soldiers we sent out have been killed." However, looking at the scene, the car accident has happened, but I don't know whether the target person is alive or dead, whether to start the backup plan and confirm the supplementary attack. ”

"It's those two evil ghosts again, if it weren't for my ......" the sect leader paused in the middle of speaking, "Okay, I'll activate the backup plan, this time it's not your fault, these two evil ghosts are likely to be arranged by the old ghost Li Fengzai before he died!" ”

"Yes, yes, I also want to, except for you, the sect leader, how can any other force in our South Korea be able to summon such a strong demon, think about it, it's Lee Bong-jae, a traitor......"

As the old man was talking, he swept out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly saw a red figure floating in the corner of the ceiling, translucent, looking a bit like a ghost, but he had never seen such a ghost dressed up gorgeously.

"What the hell, get out of here!" The old man shouted angrily, summoning the majesty of the mage, trying to drive out the ignorant little ghost.

The red imp really responded, but did not run away, but swooped to the old man's side, raised his hand and snatched the mobile phone in the old man's hand.

The old man couldn't help but be furious.

Could it be that seeing those two evil ghosts having a good time, this Korean ghost is not restless and wants to turn against the sky?

"You ......" The old man wanted to speak, but he found that his body didn't obey the call, he couldn't even move his lips, he couldn't do anything with his eyes staring, he could only watch the red imp holding his mobile phone naked, and said, "Cui Fengmin? ”

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is affirmative.

This little ghost is so bold that he dares to call the name of the sect leader, you are dead, you are dead, the sect leader can make you doomed by just doing a job!

The old man glared at the red imp viciously, waiting for the sect leader to make a big move.

There was silence on the phone for a long time before the sect leader's voice came out, "You are the mage who protects Li Xueyin over there in China, you dare to come to Seoul, you really have the guts." Do you also want to get a piece of the Tianxing Group matter? We can talk about it, the meat of Tianxing Group is too fat, we can't fight like this, as long as we talk well, everyone can get a very satisfactory harvest. ”

The old man's eyes almost didn't pop out.

Is this a fake master?

When did the Sect Master speak to someone in such a low voice?

Where is the usual leader who drags the bully cock anymore?

No matter how big the fat is, will it be too much? Why do you want to share it with such a guy who came out of nowhere?

In the face of the sect leader's low voice, the red villain laughed contemptuously, and said in a strong sarcastic tone: "Sect Leader Cui is very knowledgeable, and he is willing to share the benefits that are about to be obtained with me, I am really willing to share them, well, you guessed that I got those two evil ghosts, right?" ”

The Sect Master said in a deep voice, "A mage who can summon such a powerful demon deserves respect and is qualified to participate in this feast, this is our respect for the powerful, and it does not mean that we are afraid of you. ”

The red villain said mockingly: "Yes, you New World Sect, no one is afraid, nothing is afraid. ”

The sect leader said in a deep voice: "You don't know anything about us at all, this is Korea, this is our land, here is our country, you will never be able to defeat us, so I will give you a satisfactory benefit, I can guarantee that you can get at least more than 100 million dollars!" You can get out of here happily, even if the forces behind you are satisfied. ”

This is the nineties, the peak of the power of the Millican country, the rice dollar is the strongest, hundreds of millions of dollars are enough to buy anyone and any force, even a mage!

Zhou Yang couldn't help but look at Cui Fengmin with admiration.

This cult leader is able to call for wind and rain in South Korea, and his daughter can even control the country's politics after his death, although there are factors such as the national conditions and environment of South Korea, and his own decisiveness is also an indispensable factor.

It is difficult to give up good money, not to mention the windfall in hand, and spit out a large piece when you say it, which is not something that ordinary people can do. This Cui Fengmin can definitely be called a hero, the New World Church has been operating to this point, I am afraid that it is not only to make money, but to seek the country, and in the future, Cui Zhen's political affairs may be implemented according to the route he set, in order to lay the foundation for his resurrection.

It seems that those two evil ghosts have not been tossed lightly in South Korea recently, and it is not as simple as just hunting and killing the Seven Emotions Demon Soldiers, otherwise, it would be impossible for Cui Fengmin to make such a big choice.

However, no matter how big the choice he makes, it will be useless here in Zhou Yang.

"I refuse!"

"Since you agree...... Uh, you refuse? ”

Choi Bong-min suspected that he had misheard, and the old man who was close at hand also suspected that he had misheard.

That's hundreds of millions of dollars, you at least struggle and hesitate, do you want to say no so lightly?

"That's quite a lot." Cui Fengmin said in a deep voice, "This time, we can get up to 300 million US dollars from the Li family, and most of them are fixed assets, which are difficult to realize, and it is useless for you to ask for these, you can't be too greedy." ”

"It's not about money." Zhou Yang said, "This is for justice!" ”

Choi Bong-min fell into a long silence.

The old man was also shocked.

I'm talking about hundreds of millions of dollars now! It's hundreds of millions of dollars, not hundreds, thousands, thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of millions, hundreds of millions, okay! You tell me for the sake of justice! Is this reason so funny, you are a mage who drives evil spirits to talk to me about justice, if it weren't for the fact that the things that everyone summons are evil enough, they must be like-minded and can talk about it, and I will talk to you about a fart!

Justice, how much is that thing a pound?

Even if you really believe it, you don't need to say it directly in such an embarrassing way!

"You...... Are you obsessed with being an enemy of my New World Church? ”

Cui Bongmin hesitated for a long time before speaking again.

"No, I'm going to be the enemy of evil!"

Why don't you have a good chat?

Choi Bongmin's voice became cold, "You don't understand what you're facing at all!" You have no idea how powerful our New World Sect really is! The whole of Korea belongs to us, and you want a strong country to do it right! Are you one against a nation? ”

"I can!"

Damn, I really can't talk about this.

"Good luck then!" Choi Bong-min hung up the phone heavily.

The old man was dumbfounded.

Sect Master, have you forgotten something, your loyal subordinates are still in the hands of others!

"Are you Kim Dae-jeong, or are you the dean?" Zhou Yang turned his head to look at the old man and asked coldly.

"It's not ......," said the old man with difficulty, "this, I ...... it."

He really wanted to organize the language and make a defense for himself, for example, he was coerced, he was purely passing by, he was sleepwalking.

Things are being explained, as long as there is a chance to speak, the dead can also be said to be alive.

However, alas, he was not able to say a word.

Zhou Yang pulled out a knife and cut off his head, and by the way, he said what he didn't say, "It doesn't matter, it's going to die anyway." ”

The old man died.

The men and women who knelt in a circle remained statuesque in silence.

But if you look closely, you can see that their bodies are trembling, and if their bodies could move, they would probably have run away long ago.

Escaping, however, was a luxury.

They were also controlled like the old man, let alone escape, and they couldn't even make a sound.

Zhou Yang was not interested in knowing who they were, but just mechanically got rid of them one by one.

The small underground chamber smelled of disgusting blood.

The corpses were stacked and rivers of blood flowed.

Zhou Yang checked them one by one to make sure that there would be no fish that slipped through the net.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhou Yang's mind moved slightly, and when the red light flashed, the person had already walked out of the door and came to the corridor outside the door.

The stairwell door at the end of the hallway was shaking.

On the floor leading to the stairwell, there was a string of faint red footprints, and dripping blood dripped all the way.

Zhou Yang's figure flashed again and came to the stairwell.

There were no people, no footsteps, only a woven bag abandoned in front of the stairs.

The bag contained a small corpse, and the blood was still hot.

Zhou Yang moved again and came to the first floor.

The door shook violently.

Looking through the window, an old man was running towards the gate of the nursing home, and he ran so fast and in such a hurry that it aroused the curiosity of the children who were playing in the courtyard, and they all looked over, and some people pointed and shouted, "Grandpa Dean!" ”

There are too many children in the yard.

Thinking like this, Zhou Yang silently watched the running dean and watched him run all the way out of the gate of the nursing home.

The old man ran out of the nursing home and onto the busy street, still not daring to stop, running forward desperately, and in a hurry knocked down many pedestrians who stood in the way, so that he attracted angry shouts and curses, but he did not even look back.

He ran along the pavement for a while, and was already hundreds of meters away from the gate of the hospice, before turning around and running across the street.

But he ran to the middle of the road, and his head flew out of his neck, and blood shot out of his broken neck like a fountain, staining half of the sky red.

The car that was passing through the intersection was caught off guard and hit the old man's body solidly, knocking his body out for hundreds of meters, and all the bones on his body were almost shattered, falling to the ground, and falling to pieces.

The heads that flew out did not fall together, but out of thin air.

(End of chapter)