Ding——

After a cold, eerie crisp sound, the brown music box inlaid with pieces of obsidian and bone beads on the glass bar slowly opened its lid.

Titicaca Titicaca –

After the lid of the box was opened one by one, a little ballerina with beautiful shape and exquisite workmanship but no blank facial features immediately appeared in the music box, rhythmically turning in circles.

Accompanied by the mechanical circle of the dancer, a quiet but creepy music suddenly sounded from the box.

Bell bell ~ bell ~ bell ~ bell ~ bell ~

The volume of the music was obviously not too loud, but the dozens of black people sitting everywhere in the audience were chilling when they listened to it.

"The voice...... It's terrifying."

The most talkative, the scorpion-patterned black man Lyder, couldn't help but shudder and grinned, "Feeling...... It feels like a dead soul is crying."

"Idiot."

The black dad on the side sneered disdainfully, "This is the sound of playing with a water organ, horror movies know it, the background music used in it is usually like this, that's why you feel scary."

"Huh? Water organ?" Leedel couldn't help but be stunned, "Daddy, how do you know?"

"Hey, I was also in the music industry when I was younger, so I always know some musical instruments."

The old black man smirked, "Speaking of which, I've released two rap albums."

「hat？」 Leddle was dumbfounded, "Daddy, you're so awesome?!"

The other blacks also looked at each other in amazement.

They never thought that the boss, who had always been rough and violent, would still be in the music industry.

In the slums of the United States, blacks usually have only three life paths to take:

Playing basketball, rapping, and gangsters.

Generally speaking, if you are lucky enough to follow the first two paths, there is basically no black person who chooses the third path.

But there is no way, after all, not everyone has the ability and talent to play rap and basketball.

In this world, mediocre people always occupy the majority.

But what they didn't expect was that Dad had this talent.

"Daddy!"

"Haha, Dad, which album did you release?"

"Daddy, have you ever seen a 2P?"

"Hey Daddy, have you worked with SnoopDogg?"

The old black man didn't continue to talk much about his youth, but just laughed and chatted with his men.

At the same time, he picked up the music box that was still spinning, and said casually curiously:

"However, I really haven't seen a music box that can make a water organ sound, and I don't know which factory made it?"

As he spoke, he flipped through the music box and found the manufacturer's information.

At this moment, the strange and cold sound of the water organ stopped abruptly, and the little dancer who had been spinning around in the box also stopped spinning and "dancing" at the same time.

Kaka Ka Ka –

The temperature in the bar dropped to freezing in an instant, and all the wine in the glasses and bottles was frozen into ice.

"Cold, cold...... It's so cold!"

The sudden drop in low temperature made Leedel tremble and curl up on the sofa, his frozen teeth rattling.

The other blacks were not much better, they all hugged their arms and gasped, shouting "so cold, so cold".

"Ahh

At this time, the black father screamed and threw away the music box from a distance.

The people who were frozen to the point of almost speechlessness were stunned, and hurriedly looked at their boss, but saw that the old black man's right hand, which was holding the music box, was shocked that there were dense knife marks that were deep and bone-seeing.

The knife marks were so dense that the layer of flesh attached to the bones was brutally "peeled off".

"Fuck!"

The black father's eyes widened, and a wave of anger burned into his head, and he immediately pulled one out with his other sound hand

Tokarev's pistol was aimed at the music box that was lying on the ground more than ten meters away, and fired three shots in succession.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire was fierce, echoing in circles through the empty bar.

These three gunshots were like the sound of knocking fingers on the gates of hell in succession, and suddenly summoned some terrible power to descend.

Hmmm-

The music box suddenly hazes into a lake, twisting and expanding into a thick iron door that reaches to the ceiling of the bar and is covered with dense faces of despair.

Boom!

The door opened, and from the heavy gray fog inside the door, a thick iron chain full of twisted backspikes flew out, breaking through the air in an instant, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and entangled the neck of the stunned old black man.

Shocked to see this, everyone present was stunned.

What's going on?

Be...... Is the gates of hell opened?!

"Uhhhhh

」

The black father was rolled up by the barbed flesh on the thick iron chain, and the blood overflowed, and the chain became tighter and tighter, so he rolled his eyes on the spot, and fell to his knees in pain and lack of oxygen.

If you look at his body with an X-ray mirror at this time, you will be horrified to find that the entire skeleton in his body from top to bottom has rapidly grown a layer of "fluffy" dense bone spurs from the surface of various places under the influence of a strange force.

These fast-growing tiny bone spurs cut through capillaries, pierced thick flesh, and pierced into peristaltic organs, and brought a terrible pain to the black father's bone marrow, so painful that he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

However, the chains were so tightly tied that the old black man could not do anything else, so he could only gasp and scream intermittently.

"Daddy?!

」

The nearest Leder didn't have time to think more, so he immediately shouted angrily, picked up a scorpion submachine gun, aimed at the iron chain and the thick iron gate behind him, gritted his teeth and fired wildly.

Dada!

The other blacks in the bar followed suit, pulling out their weapons and shooting viciously at the chains and mysterious portals that suddenly appeared.

Dada!

But the fierce fire that was enough to tear apart the human body had no effect on the chains and gates, except for creating a little cremation, and nothing more.

Boom!

The chain suddenly pulled back, and suddenly dragged the old black man mercilessly away, towards the iron gate.

"Woooooooooo

」

The old black man kept struggling with his legs all the way, and his already black face was extremely black and red, and he was about to burst out a cavity of blood.

He tried his best to glance at the iron gate behind him, and his eyes were also full of despair and fear.

Despair of the pain of the moment, fear of the unknown within the door.

Dada

Bullets and bullets rained down, and the strafing was endless.

When the black father was forcibly dragged to the thick iron gate, Huo Ran stretched out a thick hammer from the gray fog inside the door.

Under the horrified eyes of dozens of black people at the scene, the giant hammer was aimed at the face of the old black man in great despair and pain.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Blood splattered.

The black father's head was smashed into his chest, revealing only a half-sunken black face.

Its blood-spurting body sat firmly on the floor, only looking a little shorter than before.

Miraculously, he didn't die immediately, but stared at a bloodshot eye that was almost about to explode, and took one last look at the neon ball slowly spinning on the ceiling with eyes full of dazedness, emptiness, and despair, before slowly dying in a silent whimper of pain.

This is the art of torture that comes from a painful hell.

Even a 100% mortal attack will magically make people live a little longer, so that they can experience this terrible pain that is almost the ultimate in the world.

"Daddy is dead?!"

Seeing the extremely miserable death of the boss, Laider woke up like a dream, and the original was full of

The fury and faint fear in my heart dissolved in an instant, and then turned into a complete feeling of fear...... Great fear of the apparent supernatural power of the unknown Iron Gate.

So, without any extra nonsense, he turned around and ran towards the door of the bar.

Dozens of black people at the scene, in despair and fear, also ran towards the door of the bar, trying to get away from the killing field.

But at this moment, the thick iron gate conjured up by the music box suddenly swelled and exploded hundreds of rusty thick steel drills, which quickly filled all the space of the entire bar like sea urchin blasts.

Boom –

Hundreds of steel drills exploded at such a fast speed that there were obvious bursts of air in the air.

In the next moment, all the blacks, including Leddle, who was closest to the door, were slammed through their bodies by sharp steel drills and nailed to the wall.

Suddenly, except for the "lucky ones" who died immediately, most of the other black people who were not dead were like falling into a piercing hell, and they all tried their best to cry, howl, and scream.

"Ahhhh My belly!"

"Woo woo woo so painful, so painful!"

"Help! Help me! Who's going to save me?"

"My legs! My hand! Ahhh

"Fakfakfakfak! It hurts me to death!"

"God, plead with me! Woooo

At this moment, a tall, thin and cold figure slowly appeared from the heavy gray mist inside the iron gate.

Whew-

The fog and clouds dispersed, revealing his figure, but he was a handsome Chinese young man with a pale face and a ghostly temperament.

This is the human form that Mu Cang incarnated.

Walking slowly out of the gate of hell, Mu Cang listened to the staccato cry that had been calling for "God", then grinned, and immediately walked in the direction where the sound came.

Pap Ta ~ Pap Ta ~ Pap Ta ~

After a crisp sound of leather shoes stomping on a pool of blood, Mu Cang, who walked to the place, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the black fat man who was nailed to the wall by five steel drills through his left shoulder, right chest, abdomen, crotch and left leg in front of him, and couldn't help but smile gently:

"How does it feel,."

When the black man heard the question, he only looked at Mu Cang with a little confusion, and muttered bitterly, "God...... Lord...... Help me......"

"Yahweh." Mu Cang tilted his head, "Unfortunately, I'm not."

With that, he turned around, ignored the terrible howls and cries around him, and smiled and walked towards the door of the bar.

Behind him, the iron door slowly dissipated, recondensed into a music box, and fell lightly to the ground, waiting for the next curious person to open it.

Bang –

Gently pushing open the glass door and walking onto the asphalt road, Mu Cang leisurely looked at the Statue of Liberty covered in blue-green patina shrouded in light in the distance, and smiled: "What a coincidence, I came to the United States again, but the aura here is ...... active It's a little low."

[In view of the general environment,

That's right.

The first time he came to this human world through the gate of hell, he clearly sensed that the aura environment here was extremely poor.

Although it is not a spiritless gray domain that does not have any aura activity at all, it is still worse than the blue star before the first aura revival.

"There may be a few superpowers, but the number will be very small and the intensity will not be high.

In terms of martial arts and martial arts, it is estimated that the marrow and blood exchange is the highest level."

Mu Cang shook his head slowly, "It's really a bad enough world, but ...... It's not worthless."

Feeling the negative emotions between the sky and the earth, which were so thick and thick that they were almost boiling, and feeling the resentment and hatred contained in them, he couldn't help but clasp his hands together and laughed:

"Hongchen is bitter and the world is like a prison, although these hatreds are not much for me who has set foot in ancient mythology, but they are a human world

Not much, 10 million people are especially impressive.

When you find the Raging Hell and the Dream Demon Hell, you will occupy all these tens of millions of human beings.

Well, we also have to find a way to find the traces of the Phantom Clan, their ability to freely transform information and matter is still worth studying."

At this time, a rough shout suddenly came from the alley on the left:

"Hands up! Get on the ground!"

Mu Cang glanced sideways, but saw a fat middle-aged white man aiming at him vigilantly and nervously with a gun in both hands.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Mu Cang smiled, "It's very fast, Sir."

「…… Zizi ...... Kevin, what's going on now?"

The white man stared at Mu Cang tightly and did not relax, tilted his head and talked to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "I'm trying to control the suspect, I suspect that he is carrying a heavy weapon, let's have another brother, it's safer."

"Suspect?" Mu Cang raised his eyebrows curiously, "What crime did I commit?"

"Whoo~Whew~"

After the white man breathed rapidly, he glared and said, "Boy, do you know how many community reports we received just now, behind you is the territory of the Bat Gang, there are so many gunshots in it, are you fighting Afghanistan?!"

After the gunfire stopped, there were so many screams, but in the end, you were the only one who came out unharmed.

I don't know what's going on inside, but you're definitely connected to it!"

As he spoke, he raised his gun and shouted again, "Don't make me repeat it again, now! Immediately! Right away! Hands up! Get on the ground!"

"Why are you so serious?"

Mu Cang smiled and waved his right hand, "Look, you have a gun, and I don't, so what are you afraid of?"

"Huh? Isn't that right?!"

COP looked at his clenched left hand and asked from afar, "What's in your left hand, open it quickly!"

"Oh~"

Mu Cang raised his clenched left hand, looked at it and smiled, "A little thing, if you want to see it, then watch it."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, and then more than a dozen yellow-orange-orange bullets clanged and fell to the ground one by one.

"This?"

The chubby COP expression was confused, obviously a little incomprehensible.

"Do you feel like the pistol has become lighter?" Mu Cang reminded with a smile.

"You?!" COP quickly rummaged through the pistol magazine, but saw that there was not a single bullet in it, and immediately shocked, "You...... You actually turned the bullet away...... How did you do that?!"

"It doesn't matter."

Mu Cang touched his cuffs and smiled teasingly: "Look again, what's at your feet."

Hearing this, the chubby COP couldn't help but look down.

But he saw a gray-white brain, which appeared out of thin air on the wet ground between his feet.

This is...... The human brain!

"Uhh......hh

In an instant, the fat man's eyes rolled wildly, and then he fell to the ground with convulsions.

At the same time, he also crushed his brain into a sticky lake of protein crumbs.