In the gloomy hall, only a few retro chandeliers and table lamps emitted dim light, and two rows of men and women in black suits stood quietly in place like sculptures, slightly bowing their heads, looking respectfully at the handsome middle-aged uncle sitting on the same retro throne in the deepest part of the hall.

The middle-aged uncle held his chin and stared at the trembling old woman in the center of the lower hall.

"You're twenty-five, and I hope you're different from the twenty-four in front of you, they're just a bunch of fools who take advantage of human superstition to make money. ”

The old woman sat at a cheap wooden round table, which looked a little abrupt and out of place in the center of the hall, and must have been placed here not long ago.

The middle-aged uncle got up from the throne, walked down slowly, sat down next to the white-haired old woman, smiled and stretched out his right hand, and held her left hand.

"Let's start, if it's useless, I'll kill you, and if it's useful, I'll let you go home. ”

"Name... Name... Please tell me your name. ”

"Hu Feng. The middle-aged uncle reported a name.

The old woman nodded, closed her eyes, and after a few moments, the gossip pattern on the round table began to glow and slowly turn.

When the middle-aged uncle saw this scene, his expression was obviously satisfied, at least this one is no longer a charlatan.

Then he closed his eyes and waited for the old woman's prediction.

"Demon Lord ... Riding a dark horse... ”

In an instant, as the old woman spoke, the gossip on the round table began to rotate rapidly, and the spirits of the two were dragged into another space.

It was a night street in a city, the moon was high, and there were not many pedestrians on this road.

A row of pure black convoys drove slowly, all black Humvees, in the middle of the convoy was a pure black Bentley sedan, if the four wheels of the sedan were sensed with energy, you would find that the four wheels were burning dark green evil flames at the moment.

"Your Lord... Possess a demon knight who is loyal to him. ”

The convoy stopped in front of the gate of an extravagantly decorated building, which appeared to be some kind of nightclub.

The door opened, and a group of bald-headed, sunglassed, strong men in black suits stepped out of the Humvees, each holding an Uzi submachine gun.

One of them walked up to the Bentley's car and respectfully leaned over to open the door, and a young man in a black shirt and shorts stepped out of the car, his eyes burning with the same evil flames if they were also using energy.

The young man looked at the building in front of him for a moment, then grinned and waved his hand, and the group of bald men in sunglasses next to him strode up the steps with submachine guns and kicked in the door.

"Knights of the lords ... Kill the lord's enemies, kill... The demon who disobeys him. ”

Bursts of gunfire were heard in the building, and it seemed that a killing spree was being fired.

The camera pans to the bald men pressing down on a large group of shivering humans and making them kneel in the halls of the building.

The eyes of these humans are pure black, without a trace of whiteness.

Some seemed to resist, their hands burning with dark green flames.

But they failed, and the bald men twisted into a group of demons more than two meters tall, covered in iron thorn armor, and holding flaming axes.

True, pure demons from the Twisted Void ...

The black-eyed human demons were slain, and their soul essence was imprisoned by the myriad chains of evil energy that suddenly appeared, and then... Devouring begins.

"You can't win, they're the real demons compared to you ... YOUR DEATH ... It's here!"

The old woman's eyes rolled, and she trembled and looked at the middle-aged uncle beside her, and then let out a terrible scream.

Her head slammed into the sky, and two flames of evil energy erupted from her eyes, burning her eyes and her entire brain.

Fate does not allow mortals to peer so boldly, evil power... Not allowed.

Looking at the old woman's corpse with black eyes and still smoking, the middle-aged uncle thought for a while, then got up and walked back to the throne, and waved his hand by the way, and the people around him immediately rushed up to remove the corpse and the table and stool.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle trembled suddenly, and he felt a glance at him. Not the gaze from this time.

It seems that Hu Feng in the future caught some snooping on him and directly tracked him back.

"Stanley... What a surprise, I've never been very fond of you, a British veteran of World War II, and people like you can be transformed into demons, it really makes me... Disgusting. ”

"Oh ... You're here to spy on me, right?, I'll tell you the great news, you were killed by me a few years ago, and you have been in the flames of my evil power for months, which really makes me admire your cockroach-like vitality... ”

"Also, do you want to kill me at that time now? Then you can try it, hahahaha... ”

"Enjoy the time you have left, unless... You can change my view of you ... Hey, hey... ”

With a burst of perverted uncle-like laughter, Hu Feng's will in the future gradually dissipated in the spirit of the middle-aged uncle.

Stanley sat on his Victorian throne and was silent for a long time.

"All the demons in China's GD Province, all on alert, immediately send more manpower, any abnormal evil energy fluctuations, abnormal crossroads trading, or any abnormal situation, I will be reported as soon as possible! Go, go, go!"

A moment later ... The chamber of hell moves on to the next thing.

"Last month, our performance in the world was extremely good, a total of 24,000 souls were recorded, boss, let me tell you, this month's financial summary statement is called a good look!"

A young demon in a suit with black-rimmed eyes stared at a report in his hand and said with a fluttering brow.

I don't know if it's because after twisting and degenerating into demons, their faces will never get old, or because of some special mysterious buff bonus...

It's really a response to those two lines of poetry, Gou... Ahem...

With an impatient look on his face, the middle-aged uncle continued to hold his chin and listened to his subordinates come out one by one to report on the situation in all aspects.

"Shut up, next. ”

Repeating this sentence for the Nth time, these boring executive meetings are really annoying to the devil!

Hu Feng looked at a burst of distortion and evil energy fluctuations in front of him, and then disguised himself as two demon guards with bald heads and strong men in black suits who were about two meters tall. Nodding in satisfaction.

"You two are my first little brothers, um... Let's go and help me guard the door of the room on the second floor, and I'll have some noodles too. ”

At this time, a strange throbbing filled Hu Feng's spirit.

Someone is calling out to themselves ... In a very special way.

A wave of unfamiliar knowledge flooded into his mind, and he seemed to have comprehended a new skill.

This calling, it chooses itself.

Because he is the most powerful demon in this area, and he has overbearingly squeezed out all the other candidates.

Crossroads Soul Trading, popularly known as the Devil's Extraneous Extra.

, this is to force Lao Tzu to make an indescribable deal?

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