"Coffin?"

This is what Yang Jian and his party got out of when they went to Huanggang Village, and it is said to have the ability to suppress the tricks without solution.

At present, the most important ability to quell supernatural events is suppression.

So Anna can also understand why Wang Xiaoming attaches so much importance to the coffin, as for the things on Chen Zeying and Ma Weiyuan's bodies are too weird, Anna herself doesn't understand it very much, and it is also risky to kill in a daze, and it is risky to move easily.

Wang Xiaoming accepted the syringe, "I still have to continue to study the matter of Caesar Hotel, if you need support, I hope you can help." ”

"The curse on me hasn't been resolved yet, I won't do it until then, you should pray that I succeed next." Anna gave a yes and no answer.

"I never pray." Wang Xiaoming got up and left, "There is no god in the world." ”

Wang Xiaoming's footsteps gradually faded away.

"No, there were, there were before, and there will be in the future, but now I don't know if there is."

Anna muttered in a voice he couldn't hear.

The miscellaneous things are finally done.

Take a breath in the headquarters and show your face in front of your subordinates to ensure that there will be no chaos for the next period of time.

Anna rushed headlong into her safe house.

This basement is made of gold.

There are quite a lot of things inside, and Huang Qiushi has put a lot of survival supplies and devices in it.

Now another coffin has been stuffed in, and there is almost no place to stand.

Anna locked the door, but left her hands behind.

Mirror.

It is normal for women to love to look in the mirror, so Anna subtly installed mirrors in almost every place in the villa.

For Anna, she could see the place inside and outside the villa clearly.

If there is any unforeseen situation, you can also use the Golden House as a cover to fight guerrilla warfare.

At this time, Anna sat quietly in her chair, looking at the golden box in front of her, constantly adjusting her mentality.

After the trip abroad, Anna's curse spread to almost her entire back, almost to her neck.

Even breathing may be tinged with a hint of pain.

The more the curse spread, the less extraordinary power she could wield.

So now it's imminent.

She had guessed that the curse was an extra trick, so she prepared a gold container to see if she could put it in directly.

At the same time, she also tried to empty her mind as much as possible, after all, in Andres's experience, there must be an extremely strong idea to attract the supernatural power of the cane.

But Anna had other considerations.

Andres's words, not to mention whether his words are all true, assuming that he is not going to lie, may not be really useful.

After all, he was just a loser, trapped for decades because he mistakenly used the supernatural power of the cane, and even his memory mind was invaded.

For such a failed person, it is probably not realistic to expect him to really figure out the supernatural cane.

Anna took a deep breath and opened the gold box, taking out the supernatural cane that was tightly wrapped in gold leaf.

Layers of gold leaf were gently removed, and an inconspicuous brown wooden cane was placed in front of Anna.

All the preparations have been made.

Anna took one last look in the mirror next to her, and there was nothing unusual inside or outside the villa.

She put her hand on it.

…………

"Annathan? Annathan? ”

A thin, pale man wakes up from a hard plank bed, and even though he is wearing a completely unsuitable shabby overall, he can still see the handsomeness between his eyebrows.

It's just that long-term malnutrition makes this one-meter-eight-headed young man look like a puppet.

"Why am I here?" Annathan supported himself with his hands and reluctantly sat up, "What time is it?" ”

There was no clock in the house, only a dim kerosene lamp, and it was pitch black outside the window.

The friend who was guarding the bedside didn't know very well, so he could only shake his head, and then said hesitantly, "Don't be too hardworking, take a day off from time to time, if you continue like this, you will die sooner or later." ”

"When did I faint?" Annathan's stomach suddenly felt a spasm, "Do you still get paid today?" ”

"The overseer said that you have affected the progress and that you have not been paid for a day today...... my friend said indignantly.

"Bastard!" Annathan slapped the bed board hard, "They...... Ahem...... They don't take us seriously! ”

There was despair in the friend's tone: "They are aristocrats, we are just worms living at the bottom, what can we do?" ”

"We're not bugs! We are human too! The anger in Annathan's heart was completely ignited, "Since they don't give us a way to live, then we won't give them a way to live!" ”

"Annason, don't be impulsive, the nobles are protected by extraordinary people, we can't afford to mess with them!" The friend was also angry, but tried to dissuade him at the first time.

"Hehe, so what, extraordinary power is not the prerogative of nobles!"

Annason's memories unconsciously drifted to the night of the previous day.

He met a very beautiful lady, whose every move was full of fatal charm, and even through the veil, even if it was just a sneak glimpse of the seductive curves, Annathan's heart was pounding.

The lady, who was more beautiful than Anasson had ever known, gave him a chance.

An opportunity to be extraordinary.

But Annathan didn't say yes right away, because the price was that he had to join their sect.

Although I don't know what this sect is specifically called, there are only a few righteous God churches on the surface, and the rest are definitely cults.

Since it is a cult, then the night watchman will definitely focus on cracking down.

That's what Annathan worries about the most, the church is too powerful, and they don't care if the people you kill are good or bad.

As long as it is an unofficial extraordinary, it is easy to be targeted, and if you dare to kill people everywhere...... That might not be a way to live.

But now Annathan has no choice.

He was destitute, and there was nothing left to lose except a cheap life.

…………

"Annathan? Annathan? ”

Annathan had a large hole in his chest.

That's the mark left by a high-pressure steam rifle.

He and his companions were chased all the way down the alley.

He's just a Sequence 8 instigator and doesn't even need to be the captain of the Nightwatch.

All it takes is a "Joker" who is also Sequence 8 to clean him up.

The soldiers with the most advanced equipment were even more of a threat to Anthan than the night watchers.

They just need to give a shot from afar, as long as they hit...... Like now.

Anason's pupils gradually dilated.

His companions were already on their knees and raised their hands in surrender.

But Annathan didn't want to get on his knees.

He's already kneeling down for his life.

He didn't want to kneel for anyone anymore.

Vision soon blurred, and Annathan could no longer see anything.