The dance floor was noisy, but there weren't many people, after all, it was only afternoon, and for this nightclub, it was only dawn, and it was far from the time to wake up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The acoustics are very good, and the DJ is in control, even if the wine glass is placed on the coffee table, you can clearly see the ripples on the surface of the drink.

A blonde man in a black suit sat reclining on a leather sofa, with a cigar in his mouth, he was very handsome, belonging to the kind of handsomeness of Westerners, and even, in a gesture, a kind of aristocratic temperament was flowing, this is not the temperament of the rich children, nor the temperament of the second generation of officials, but a kind of nobility that has been accumulated for many generations and is about to be integrated into the blood.

Beside him, there were two dancers waiting, looking very attentive, this dance hall, at this time, seemed to be only open for him alone, and all the excitement sounded just for him;

"Sorry, I'm late. ”

Before the man arrived, the sound came first, and a shadow began to move out of the shadows of the ballroom;

The Western men waved their hands, the music stopped, and the DJ, the dancers, and the waiters all withdrew, and it was clear that even the most dissolute dancers and wine princesses seemed so "well-trained" here.

The cigar was then dropped on the floor, and a hole was immediately burned in the expensive carpet, but the man was unimpressed.

"You're a long time late. The man asked reproachfully.

"Something, delayed. ”

A shadow slowly shrouded from the sofa, opposite the Western man, the shadow gradually enlarged and gradually thickened, and finally condensed the image of a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes; the man had a beard, wearing an undershirt and riding boots under his feet, and there were muddy stains on the uppers, and his body also exuded a kind of reckless atmosphere, such a person is really like a person who collects protection money in the township, and moreover, he is the group of people who are the worst in the collection of protection money.

Shar did not hide his disdain, and looked at the man in front of him with a little disdain,

"Count Ben is very strange, you Chinese seem to have this tradition, obviously the status is extremely noble, but the more you like to dress like the lowest slave, such a bad taste, Count Ben is really incomprehensible. ”

Schar's face is very handsome, hooked nose, glowing with strange brilliance, if someone here takes a photo of Shar now, he should be able to take it to the British royal heir to find it, and soon find his identity and photo, because he is quite high, of course, although the current British Queen is very old, but her body is still very tough, the first throne conforms to the heir has been struggling for a long time, and now he himself has gray hair but his mother is still alive and strong, so he can only continue to be called a prince.

"I'm sorry, Count Charr, but I don't consider myself Chinese. ”

"Hehe, this is really interesting, in the early decades, we British did not recognize you as Chinese, you yourself did not dare to say a word, and were submissive by Beijing, and now we British recognize that you are Chinese, but you yourself began to disagree and began to make trouble."

It's, it's so much fun. ”

Shaal shook his head, "Forget it, I don't have the interest to deal with your own side of the, I just think that as an audience, in this sequence, you actually interfere with the world, and even dare to promote this kind of thing, according to you Chinese, oh no, according to the Chinese, isn't this called self-immolation?"

Well, or, perhaps, Count Ben has also learned another idiom, which is called to take chestnuts from the fire, and don't burn your hands first if you don't eat them. ”

"Lord Count Xie cares, they Chinese also have an idiom, called not to enter the tiger's den to get the tiger. ”

"Whatever you want. ”

A wooden box appeared in Shaar's palm, and the wooden box was carved with a cross, and the aura of the formation was very obvious;

Placed the wooden box on the coffee table, "There are 12 low-level formation scrolls, 3 wind scrolls, 5 fire scrolls, and 4 thunder scrolls. ”

Immediately afterwards, Shar took out two more scrolls and placed them on the other side of the coffee table, these two scrolls exuded a kind of purifying light, even if they were close to it, they could make people feel warm in their hearts, as if the whole person had been purified and blessed, and became carefree.

"Two intermediate-level light magic scrolls. ”

There are a total of fourteen scrolls, twelve of which are low-level scrolls and two are medium-level scrolls, which are not redeemed from micro-shops, but are made by the Western magician audience themselves.

The things in the micro store are more chicken ribs for the more powerful the audience, and it is a convenient door for the audience below the senior audience;

However, it is difficult for senior listeners and above to obtain things that are of great use to themselves from the micro-store;

On the one hand, the slightly high-grade props in the micro store seem to be deliberately marked with a high price by the broadcast, this low-level scroll, in the micro store, is two thousand story points, not only sky-high but also very poor, belonging to the most inferior category of low-level scrolls.

The scroll that is lower than the low-level magic scroll is the apprentice magic scroll, which is very cheap, 50 story points is one, but this kind of scroll can only be more suitable for listeners below the senior audience, and it is a ball of fire or thunder and lightning when you throw it away, but if you want to use the apprentice magic scroll in the battle at the senior audience level, it is like two adults fighting, and one of them is actually tickling.

After so many years, both the Eastern and Western listener circles have not stopped studying and investigating broadcasting, and the temperament of broadcasting has gradually been discovered.

The things in the micro store, strictly speaking, are like the equipment store in the novice village, which can be regarded as helping experiencers, low-level listeners and ordinary listeners to start conveniently, just like a fire, help you light it, as for how much this fire can really burn in the future, it depends on your own efforts and creation.

Therefore, the exchange in the micro-store, whether it is the quality of the goods or the cost performance, is difficult to continue to meet those really powerful audiences, and a lot of transactions are born.

The forum organization where Lin Zhou worked before was such a trading platform, trading magic weapons and information, and now these two people in the dance hall are trading with a certain force in the east on behalf of a certain force in the west.

With a slap of his palm, three crystal-colored human skulls landed on the coffee table, each with a strange glow, as if one more glance could make people fall into it.

"Are you satisfied, Lord Earl?" asked Amurry.

"The inspection is complete. ”

Shar nodded, took the three human skulls to his side, and Amuri accepted all the scrolls, and the deal was completed.

"Lord Earl, I still have some business, I'll go first. ”

After Amuri finished speaking, he immediately turned into a shadow again, and the whole person disappeared.

Shar picked up a glass of brandy on the coffee table, took a sip, stuck out his tongue slightly, and laughed dryly:

"It's really bold, I want to rely on the national fortune of building a new country independently to integrate into my own hands, what a group of crazy people, these Orientals are a group of outright crazy people!"

Schar suddenly remembered that picture in his mind, the woman in the red cheongsam, that morning, drove over England, directly erased a city, the whole of England, no, the strong people of the whole Western Europe sensed it, and the radio also released a realistic mission to kill her, but no one dared to do it, she just came, just left, even later, she didn't die, she still existed, although it was much more low-key than before, but she was still alive.

However, the good thing is that this woman has disappeared recently, and she should have gone to that place.

Shar stood up and relaxed his muscles, "If Count Ben remembers correctly, the place where the most fluctuating aura before was in the southwest direction. ”

Waving, a dancer leaned over.

"The location over there, about twenty kilometers, what is it?"

"My lord, do you want to travel to the Purple Mountain?" said the dancer.

"Oh, Purple Mountain. ”

............

Originally, after the deal was completed, Shar should have gone back immediately, he was a Western listener, and it was always a very unsafe thing to stay in the East for a long time.

It's just that he's really a little curious;

Curiosity, but it kills cats.

Above the Purple Mountain, a layer of dark clouds floated and fell, and below, it was even more depressing, on the road that was about to enter the mountain, Shaer subconsciously took out the cross he had been wearing on his body, and then walked in.

After walking in, Sha'er nodded thoughtfully, "Is this the Oriental people's blinding formation?" ”

Not far ahead, there was a wooden stake with a pig tied to it.

No, no, no,

When Count Shar got closer, he could see clearly that it was not a pig, but a person, just that person, very fat and fat, and he should have suppressed his soul, but there would not be the slightest danger to his life, and there was a defensive formation around him, blocking the resentment around him.

In front of the wooden stake, there is a construction site that has been suspended, but now the construction site is full of strange flags, and one by one the resentful spirits are constantly calling out in it, and below this, there are no less than 8,000 resentful souls, and their grievances are absorbed by the banner and projected to another location.

"Shhh...... God is above, who are they going to curse, where did they find so many resentful souls? ”

Count Shar suddenly felt that this kind of means and methods of the Orientals were really much bigger and more advanced than their own Western side, and of course, much more crazy.

"You shouldn't have come here, Lord Earl. The figure of Amuri appeared behind the Earl of Shahr.

"Pure curiosity, pure curiosity. The Earl of Shar waved his hand, he didn't believe that the other party would attack him because of this, "Who are you cursing here?"

"You're wrong, Lord Earl, we're not cursing anyone, we're just trying to dissolve the grievances of the nearly 8,000 resentful souls who have been living underground for years, so as to help them reincarnate as humans, otherwise they will only be reduced to beasts if they go down to the Yellow Spring with their resentment. My Buddha is compassionate!"

The Earl of Shar pouted, he was not stupid, how could he not see what kind of battle this was?

"Then where have you dispersed their resentment?"

"According to common sense, the people they met before, the people they just met, the last few people they met, their breath is the last thing that the resentful souls touch and remember, and they will naturally become the object of resentment catharsis and dissipation, sacrificing three or two people to achieve the rebirth of eight thousand resentful souls, and the Buddha will also agree. ”

"Count Ben seems to have heard that there is a high-ranking monk in Tibet, who is also an audience, but he is not in the same way as you. "Apparently, the Earl of Charr guessed something.

"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life for righteousness should be the great wish of my tantric disciples, and that monk is the same disciple, and he will be willing to come to the future. ”

It's nice to say, but it's actually a tacit acquiescence. (To be continued.) )