In the book, it is said that although the division of labor in society is different, each person is an indispensable role in society. It seems to be explaining a simple truth, that is, whether it is a sewer or a white-collar elite, as long as a person can embody value, then he will have a social existence.

Is this really the case? If it's the same eight-hour workday, can the salary of a white-collar elite sitting in an office be the same as that of cleaning the filthy drain? It's just a joke. The lies concocted between classes to whitewash the peace, although beautiful, are as easy to puncture as soap bubbles.

I don't know whether it is human instinct or the industrious tradition of the Chinese people, this old apartment is inhabited by Chinese people who speak the accents of various places in China, and have migrated from that distant eastern country to the prosperous metropolis of Los Angeles. In the wee hours of the morning, these people who have been busy all day and do the hardest physical work have already entered the dream.

The old apartment didn't even have a vigil guard, because this place where the poor gathered, it really couldn't attract the attention of thieves.

Although because of that damn summoning array, the magic power in Bosesha's body has shrunk by nearly sixty percent, so that the half-blood demon of Posesa has a feeling that he can't get out of the thief ship.

The old wooden staircase makes a 'crunch' sound when stepped on it. With elegant steps, Bosesa slowly walked upstairs, the corridors were lined with doors on both sides, and the ten-square-meter room was the home of these Chinese immigrants in Los Angeles, the international capital.

Posesa's green eyes glanced left and right, her ears listening to the snoring that had already fallen asleep. A disdainful smile crossed the corners of his mouth, and he reached out and pressed lightly towards the middle door, and with a 'click', the locked lock was opened from the inside by the magic of Bosesa. Through the window screen, the white moonlight sprinkled on the Asian woman lying on the bed, the cardamom years are the most charming period of women, the slightly immature face, and the little lotus only show a sharp and sharp body, showing a strange charm.

Bosesa walked over to the bed and pressed her thumb between the woman's eyebrows. A woman who fell asleep. Completely unconscious.

The silver coin made from Menma's fingernails, floating in the void and wrapped in black flames, Menma's hoarse voice came into Bosesa's mind. "Well, it's very good, it's good. And he's still in good health! A great candidate! ”

Bosesa replied respectfully, "Your Excellency is satisfied."

"Hehehehe, I'm satisfied. Now it's time for you to dedicate the demonic blood in your body! Posesa my faithful servant! Menma said gloomily.

Posesa furrowed her brow. The hesitation in his eyes flickered. "Yes, my lord!"

Posesa unfastened the platinum cufflinks in her left hand and rolled up her sleeves. Fair skin is not inferior to any woman. As everyone knows, under this charming appearance, there is a demonic soul wrapped in it.

The index finger of her right hand swiped lightly on the wrist of her left hand, revealing a deep bone-deep opening. Sticky black blood slowly bubbled out like ink. Attracted by that silver coin, more and more blood flowed from Posesha's wrist. A drop gradually condenses into the size of a grapefruit. Posesa's originally fair face became even paler. This blood rich in magic continued to flow, and the magic power in Posesha's body also dropped rapidly. "Adults don't know enough," Bosesa asked weakly.

In the Stygian Sea, Menma, who was controlling the demon blood of Posessa through the silver coin made of his own fingernails, frowned, and said unhappily, "Hmph, enough"

Hearing Menma's words, Bosesa was relieved and hurriedly urged the magic to heal the wound on her wrist.

Menma in the Stygian Sea already had a gloomy face, "Hmph, damn bastard, this is the second bargain!" Bargaining with a demon god, should I say you're smart or stupid? Although it contains a lot of impurities, it is enough to condense into a low-level demon soldier! Menma said darkly.

The black blood of Posesa twisted and tumbled under Menma's control, like a mass of plasticine, and gradually took on a hazy appearance and limbs under Menma's rubbing. It may be that the environment of hell has affected Menma's aesthetics, and the 'human form' condensed by Posesha's blood is extremely ugly. As the ball of blood took shape, the silver coin wrapped in black flames floated out a trace of black flame and fused into the blood. As soon as the spark merged, the whole mass of blood boiled, and the hazy face seemed to be clear, and a face with closed eyes and a surprisingly large mouth was clearly visible. 'Quack...' made a sound that didn't look like a human or a beast.

"Is this the power of the Demon God? Life-giving? Hahaha If I gain the strength of a true demon, how strong should it be? When Posessa saw the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but imagine the scene of Menma breaking through hell and descending on earth, giving herself infinite magical powers. As everyone knows, in the eyes of Menma, the demon god, Posesa is like a chess piece that can be discarded at will, integrity? Would the Demon God have such a cheap thing?

The blood was brought to life by Menma, and turned into a trickle, burrowing into the body of the Chinese woman on the bed.

The woman, who was completely unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes, and the blood vessels on both sides of her eyes bulged out. The black pupils dilated suddenly. The white pupil is replaced by black. His mouth was open in horror, but he couldn't make any sound. The grapefruit-sized mass of blood penetrated into the woman's nose and flowed down her throat, and the woman's neck swelled up as if it were a hyperthyroid patient. Bulging like a balloon, the bulging pus was constantly moving downward, and the Chinese woman seemed to endure the great pain, and her thin pajamas were already wet with cold sweat. The body is twisted into a bow. The ball of blood that had been given life by Menma had been burrowing into the abdomen of the Chinese woman before stopping.

After the Chinese woman's body was subjected to intense torture, she seemed to be lifeless, lying dead on the bed. Posessa didn't have the heart to pity a mortal. After a large amount of demonic blood has passed through his body. Posessa felt dizzy. Through that silver coin. Menma, who was in the Styx, also felt that Posesa was a chess piece that still had some use value. The magic power in the body is only about two-tenths or three-tenths left. "Hehehe The strength is low, pitiful, since it still has the value of writing, then I will give you some sweetness," Menma said darkly.

The silver coin that wrapped the black flame once again emitted a trace of black flame, and with a 'whoosh', escaped into Posesha's body. The furious aura swept through Posesha's entire body, and Bossa's green eyes showed a burst of joy. Bosesa could clearly feel that this black flame had replenished all the strength that had just passed.

Hurriedly said, "Thank you, for your kindness."

"Well, your loyalty is naturally rewarded as it deserves. Now I can't get out of Hell, and I can't give you more strength until the day I come to earth. You will gain the strength of a true demon! Menma whispered.

Posesa, a gambler who gave everything, was as happy as if she had bet on the right handful. Although there is no translation. But when he was about to lose all his chips, he won a small one. Menma's promise made Bosesa think that as long as he continued to gamble, he would definitely be able to win hundreds of millions of dollars.

Posesa looked radiant. The werewolf driver was stunned. Just when Bosesa got out of the car. Didn't say anything though. But that gloomy face makes people dare not approach. Unexpectedly, after a while, Portesa came back like a spring breeze.

"Let's drive," Posessa said lightly.

The werewolf driver answered. Then I stepped on the accelerator. The headlights came on, and he turned around and walked out of the rat-infested alley.

Li She had already lived in the apartment arranged by Nisha, and this ten-story apartment had already been bought by Nisha. The apartment Nissa prepared for Li She was the one on the south side of the sixth floor, and Nissa also prepared the new beds and furniture according to Li She's preferences. ON THE DESK IS ALSO A BOX OF CUBAN PARTAGAS CIGARS THAT LI SHER LIKES TO SMOKE. As one of the oldest cigars in Cuba, the intense taste is Li She's favorite. Sitting in the study, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the building of the Ravenska Psychiatric Hospital 800 meters away is clearly visible. With Li She's eyesight, the room directly opposite him was naturally seen clearly by him. The face that walked through the window was clearly visible, with a haggard face and a thin body. In particular, the point of vitality proves that this woman's life is not long.

This pale-faced woman is the one in the world of "Hell Detective". Dawson, the twin sister of the protagonist of fate, Isabe. Dawson.

The 'ding' copper fire machine rang off, and the bean flames came out, and in the dark study, this flame was extraordinarily bright. LEE SHER TOOK A DEEP BREATH ON THE FLAMES OF THE BEAN, AND SLOWLY EXHALED THE CHARACTERISTIC RICH SMOKE RING OF PARTAGAS.

"Posesha! I'm curious how you used to force a woman who believed in Christ to commit suicide by jumping off a building, Isabe. Dawson has the eyes that see through the disguise of angels and demons. How could you not know that hell exists? I'd rather go to hell than end my life by suicide! Hehe, that's really interesting," Li She muttered to himself in the dark study, sipping a cigar.

Belona, Posesha's collaborator, was unhappy after receiving Bossa's order, but she was worried about the generous reward given by Bossa, this night. The white Beetle, with its lights off, parked near the Ravenska Hospital.

The yin qi in Li She's body had already shrouded a radius of one kilometer near Ravenska Hospital, and when Belona's vitality appeared in Li She's mind, the corners of Li She's mouth crossed a relieved smile. "Is that so? Very good idea! (To be continued......)

PS: One more dedication. Money never asks for votes, because I can't do the feat of four or five watches a day, and that's all there is to it. But if you say it, it must be that you were in the rain yesterday, your head hurts, and you really have a cold! I got home from work at half past seven, ate a few pieces of silver, and hurried to code words. Even if I went back to Tangshan with my wife last time, although I wanted to congratulate my relatives, I also needed to drink a lot of wine, but I was also in my mother's house every day. Maybe I was very upset by some cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods at work today, and I complained a little more