The stupid little leader took three stupid subordinates to a place more than ten meters in front of the door of the small bar, and tossed it all night, obviously seeing that the bar was in front, but he couldn't go there after he died.

They knew that they had hit an evil spirit, and they desperately tried to escape, but they couldn't escape, so they only walked a few steps, and suddenly found a figure crashing into them.

Grabbed him and looked at it, why is it his companion again?

They experienced excessive fright, and eventually they became numb and simply sat on the ground and refused to get up.

The little leader pulled out his gun and threatened them, "Bastard, get up, get up, do you want to sit here and wait for death?"

The three of them shook their heads like rattles, and said weakly, "Uh, no, no, no, no, we have no strength, and I collapsed." ”

The little leader took out the bomb he had prepared before and threatened: "Do you want me to pull out the ring?"

They were so frightened that they quickly got up from the ground and continued to walk in one direction and continue to struggle in pain.

It was at this time that the little cousin found out.

However, after a long time, it is estimated that the sky is almost dawn.

The little leader himself was in despair.

He held the bomb in both hands and wept bitterly.

"Great Demon Lord and Lord of the Swamp, Mia Brusca Achinoksage SprilaAda Eudotodoria Ayacabrena Zebries Chaga Messia, please save us, we are your most faithful slaves, we do not want to die. ”

I waited almost a minute.

It seems that there is no response, and the demon god lord is estimated to be asleep and can't listen.

The little leader turned his heart sideways, bit the pull ring with his teeth, and pulled out with both hands.

The bomb has been activated!

The three subordinates immediately cried wolf, "Don't, I don't want to die!"

Suddenly, they all disappeared, as if swallowed by the endless void, and their bodies fell rapidly......

Like the man in black in front, the four of them will also appear, which is very useful.

The camera cuts to the dungeon of Hell.

Before that.

Luxon, a man in a black trench coat, walks quietly in the field.

He wondered, why was it so quiet?

Where have all those golems gone?

Unbeknownst to Luxon, they had all been abducted by the corpse brothers.

Luxon saw the eight or nine abandoned motorcycles, and found all kinds of scattered relics, as well as bullet casings and bullets in one place.

Obviously, there was a fierce battle here, but in the end it was the monsters who won the game, and they devoured them all, leaving not even the scum left.

Luxon picked out a satisfactory one from the pile, filled it with gas, and drove it on the road.

"This damn car is good for everything, it's just too loud. ”

Lukson was so angry that he wanted to smash the motorcycle, but he couldn't.

This can't be helped, life in the hell is too boring, these boring punks can only keep modifying their motorcycles, making them very noisy, and the sound of the exhaust pipe is about to blow up the sky, deliberately attracting demon golems and evil beasts to chase and find excitement from it.

Luxon lacks a pair of sunglasses, and motorcycles are going wild, and it's not a good thing to have them.

With great difficulty, he held on to the handlebar of the car with one hand, and with the other he pulled out a small notebook from the inner pocket of his trench coat.

When he pulled it out, it was the page where he had drawn the map in advance.

"Damn, where the hell am I on the map right now. ”

Luxon had to stop the car and ponder the map.

At times like these, an experienced pathfinder is urgently needed.

It's a pity that pathfinders are hard to find, they are not ordinary guides, they are all very arrogant travelers, but also powerful cultivators and transcendents.

"This should be the place, and if you go in a straight line, you will see the little village in three hours. ”

Luke tightened the throttle, and the motorcycle jumped wildly on the undulating water and grass like a burning butt.

......

Soon, the sky became bright, gray and gloomy.

There was no transition between day and night in the dungeons of Hell, and they became brighter or darker in the blink of an eye.

Luxon had seen the little village from afar.

He jumped off the motorcycle and kicked it to the ground.

"I went to Nima, and I was killed along the way. ”

He walked slowly in the direction of the small village.

This village is not supposed to be Arkham Village, as there are no stone pillars outside.

You can see that the village is like a fortress, and someone has collected a lot of stones to build them up and make it look like a small castle in the Middle Ages, a simple little castle.

Luxon habitually said to himself:

"It seems to be written in the information that this Daddy Hart should have fallen into the dungeon of hell six or seven hundred years ago, and he later became Aram of Barrett 10th Street, he was very, but he was also a Puritant.

The male Puritans of the Church of Light were not allowed to approach women, but Hart couldn't help but want to eat secretly, so what should he do? He simply adopted a bunch of daughters, and everyone called him Daddy Hart.

He hated that Barrett Street 10 was too noisy, so he simply took his daughters to live in this place. Here, he is king, father, and husband. ”

Luxon lit a cigarette and complained again:

"Well, I don't really like to go on this errand, it's so degrading to deal with a bunch of psychotics or a bunch of idiots, and now I'm dealing with a wanted criminal, a gangster, a random criminal. ”

He stood there, finished his cigarette, then stomped it out, and then continued to walk slowly.

Soon walked in front of the big rock.

Behind the big rock, a beautiful woman in a military uniform and holding a carbine jumped out accurately.

Her hat was crooked, but the muzzle of the gun was straight, pointed straight at Luxon's chest, signaling him to stand and raise his hands up.

Luxon couldn't help but shake his head and complain again.

It's really brainless, how could you send a female corpse to stand guard here, don't you know how to think about it, send a talking demon spirit?

Luxon tried to talk to her.

"Hi Pretty Girl, you are beautiful, can you please go in and tell your dad that he has a good friend to visit him, thank you!"

I have to say, Luxon is very good at talking.

He fully understands the preferences of zombies, almost all zombies like to be called handsome or beautiful, and only a few perverted zombies will pretend to be reserved, and will pretend to hate others to praise him or her for being beautiful.

The beautiful female zombie in the beautiful military uniform looked at Luxon seriously, nodded really and motioned for him to wait here, she turned around and went to the castle.

Luxon is very satisfied with his eloquence, he is the kind of person who talks about people and gossips about ghosts, so he is the most suitable person to come to the prison on a business trip.

However, he also hates that his strengths always bring him nasty errands.

With a casual glance just now, he knew that she was a female zombie.

It is very difficult to distinguish between a cultivated zombie and us living people in appearance, and can only be carefully distinguished by feeling or observing their eyes.

If their eyes are cloudy and their gaze is blurred, then she may be a zombie, and they will not have the smell of corpses on their bodies, because they usually have cultivation, they don't eat raw meat or rotten things, and they only eat the daily food of our human beings.

So their bodies are alive, the cells on their bodies are no different from our living people, and their skin is smooth and elastic, but they lack temperature, and they will feel a little cold when they are picked up, and their body temperature is only about 33 degrees Celsius.

You only need to imagine this kind of cultivated glamorous female zombie as a cold mute beauty, and it is a mute beauty who has no fertility, and they will never need to use a small condom.

These mute beauties are very popular in the dungeons of the Hell, because they are relatively simple-minded, and their IQ is at most the level of a child of seven or eight years old.

As long as you treat her well, she will follow you with all her heart, neither noisy nor noisy, will not eat other women's vinegar, and will sincerely serve you, treat you forever as your first love, never betray, never give you a green hat.

It is conceivable that this puritan-born Hart father probably likes to collect female zombies, right?

Luxon looked up at the castle closely, it wasn't very tall, just over three meters high, but it was enough to keep those pesky golems at bay. Moreover, they would not take the initiative to find trouble, after all, there were powerful cultivators in the castle, and there were no alien creatures.

There are also towers on the walls, and there are also beautiful women in military uniforms guarding machine guns, who look down from a high place to keep abreast of the enemy's situation.

This is a true kingdom of freedom, the kingdom of freedom that belongs to Daddy Hart, or to be exact, the kingdom of his daughters.

How terrifying is Daddy Hart's combat power?

Luxon thought about it, and he was just a little worse than me.

But it's already amazing.

At least in the six or seven Arkham towns on the southern edge of this hell dungeon, he was good enough to make the top five.

When the Dragon King was there, Daddy Hart was suppressed by him, and now that the Dragon King is gone, Daddy Hart is used to enjoying his little life and is too lazy to move.

He simply threw Barrett 10th Street to the waste Andes, as long as Andes could regularly deliver things, food, and women to his little castle.

Luxon waited a long time, a little impatient.