Chapter 4: :apostle

Jiang Yan fell on a thick and soft carpet and rolled over to sit up. The first time he took control of this brand-new body made him a little uncomfortable. The light was soft, and the light from the ceiling sprinkled on his toned body, emitting a halo.
"Contractor Jiang Yan?"
A voice sounded, which surprised Jiang Yan. Isn't it true that the real name cannot be detected? He turned his head and saw a faint smoke twirling on the carpet in front of him. In the smoke, the black silk thread floated like a grass, and it seemed to want to drown the long hair of the person.
Jiang Yan stood up, picked up the clothes from the ground, and put them on slowly. The smoke in front of me was spreading, enveloping Jiang Yan, and I could no longer see the environment inside the room.
Jiang Yan looks calm, and the left hand in his pocket has already held the scalpel he just made. He knows nothing about this world, but even if he knows that panic is useless, he can't control his tension.
The big deal, dig another heart out!
Jiang Yan was cruel, a black thread suddenly came out of the smoke, and pierced into Jiang Yan's left eye. Jiang Yan felt that the silk thread was cold and sharp, and penetrated into the skull directly from his eye socket and penetrated into the brain.
"I am your master, Jiang Yan!" The voice in the smoke was cold and abnormal, and it rang in front of Jiang Yan's soul blood. The black silk thread pierced the blood beads of Jiang Yan's soul.
Jiang Yan's expression became weird. When the black silk thread pierced the soul blood beads and penetrated the outer layer of red blood, the inner metal part suddenly opened a hole, allowing the black silk thread to wear unimpeded See through.
Immediately, inside the hollow ball with a Suzaku pattern, a golden-red flame erupted.
The black silk thread retracted like an electric shock, but the part of the gold thread of the soul blood beads was like a fish basket. It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. Not only that, but the part made of gold thread is still desperately pulling the black thread into the soul blood beads.
In front of the golden-red flame, the black silk thread melted like ice and snow, turned into pure soul power, and was sucked into the hollow ball.
"Let me go, bastard!" In the smoke, the cold voice panicked and became sharp and high-pitched.
"Tell me, who are you?" Even if Jiang Yan knew how to let go of the black silk thread, he would not easily get around people in the smoke. Obviously, this guy just wanted to control his soul. If it is not that his soul is special, I am afraid that the other party has already succeeded.
"Damn, you are the rebirth!" The sharp voice lowered the tone and seemed to be trying to suppress the fear.
"Tell me, who are you!" Jiang Yan repeated, simple repetition, more threatening than any words. Especially Jiang Yan's voice, there is almost no change in rhythm. Boring, old fashioned.
"I am an apostle, your apostle, let me go, I want ..."
"My apostle, want to control my soul?" Jiang Yan's tone changed slightly, seeming to be surprised and seemingly taunting. He didn't know how to face the following things, so he had to wait for the other party's suggestion. It's just that he is too mature and sophisticated, and directly grasps the other party's heart, so that the other party feels that everything is under Jiang Yan's control.
Jiang Yan's mentor once joked: If psychology is good, even if you can't be a doctor, you can go out and be a qualified liar.
"I'm wrong, please let me go, I'm going to die!"
The sound in the smoke does not hide the fear in my heart. The black silk thread was burned by the golden-red flame and transformed into soul energy, and more black silk thread was pulled into Jiang Yan's soul blood beads. It won't take long for this to continue. All her soul will be eaten.
Jiang Yan tried to control his soul blood beads, and the movement of the soul blood beads to pull the black silk thread stopped. But Jiang Yan didn't let go of the black silk thread, just retracted the fire of the soul into the hollow ball, and continued to ask: "Who are you, say it all."
Jiang Yan tried to control the golden-red light, but did not let go of the black silk thread, but only let that golden-red light no longer erode the silk thread.
"I am really an apostle, but I have already died of four serving contractors. You are the fifth, and I have lost my name. Please let me go and I will die."
Jiang Yan keenly noticed the two words in the apostle's sentence—serving.
Is a contractor, and the apostle is a minister. The apostle knew his name and must have allocated space to himself. I just do n’t know what went wrong. This apostle wanted to control his soul.
Jiang Yan said indifferently: "What good do I have to let go of you? Wait a minute, even if it is good, is it bigger than eating your soul?"
Jiang Yan's voice, there is no half mercy. When he was dealing with gangsters since childhood, he knew what weakness meant. If this time is weak, the apostle will continue to try to control himself in the future.
The apostle thought that Jiang Yan was an old contractor, but he didn't expect him to understand the rules of this space at all. Even if she knew this, she did not dare to take risks, after all, her fate is now in Jiang Yan's hands.
So the apostle did not dare to resist, obediently sent a black triangle metal from the smoke. This black triangle metal directly penetrated Jiang Yan's body and came to his soul blood beads.
Jiang Yan's soul blood bead, the golden silk interlaced shell loosened the black silk thread, and at the same time a golden red flame was sprayed, and a Suzaku-shaped mark was stamped on the black triangular metal.
The moment the branding was completed, the black triangular metal flew back into the smoke along with the black silk thread. But this time, the smoke could not stop Jiang Yan's sight.
A large amount of black silk thread condensed into a human form in the smoke exuding sulfur, which looks like a girl. The long black hair flew over the girl's head, covering her face.
"How can you be a soul contract! You are not a rebirth, you are ..."
The apostle's voice was full of unwillingness. After the signing of the soul contract, she realized that Jiang Yan was not a senior contractor, but a strange foreigner. If the soul contract is not signed, the outsider is found, she can tell the space and get huge benefits.
Such outsiders, once found, must be removed, at least to be corrected. Space does not allow anything that is not under control to happen.
But now, when the soul contract is signed, if Jiang Yan is dead, she will follow.
"It turned out to be a soul contract, which is a strange word." Jiang Yan smiled, and the expression looked very awkward to the apostle. Thinking of the huge benefits that Jiang Yan could get, she regretted it.
"Why don't you die! Your mother's!" The apostle growled, her long black hair, because her anger could not be suppressed, grew sharp and thin horns, dense and dense. She finished speaking aloud and immediately answered. Her inner heart is extremely manic, and the curse of her own talents must not be realized. If he kills Jiang Yan curse, does it mean suicide?
Jiang Yan did not continue to laugh, but seriously said: "I am very strange to this world, so, there is no time to punish you. Tell me what you know. Otherwise, I will die to show you."
The apostle was very angry, but the soul contract had been signed. This kind of thing is not the same as marriage. There is no regret. She twisted her body in the smoke and controlled herself not to show her true colors. Jiang Yan has seen that the eyes of this apostolic girl's face are gradually opening, and the number has increased to 12.
This image should be a devil!
He is also up and down, even if he signed a soul contract and was served by a devil, it feels quite bad. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but does he have any choice?
The teeth of the apostle grinded, and after a while it was said: "You, he, ... how can we survive!"
She was almost going crazy, and could only walk around in the smoke rashly.
"Apostle, you seem to be very dissatisfied with me?" Jiang Yan looked at the apostle in the smoke, a little strange. Do you have any bad things?
"No, I ..." The apostle stopped and suddenly thought that none of his devil's thorns had breached Jiang Yan's soul defense, and this space certainly had not found his eccentricity. As long as he doesn't say that, Jiang Yan, like a normal contractor, performs tasks in this infinite space and gradually improves his ability, and he may not die.
The gap between him and Jiang Yan is so great that he almost swallowed his soul by Jiang Yan. If Jiang Yan grows up, it will be more difficult for others to see through Jiang Yan's original face.
The apostle panted heavily, this is a gamble, her last chance. If you report Jiang Yan, the space may not be able to release the soul contract between her and Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan's soul contract is too weird, as if it was automatically generated. That end, it is completely destroyed.
If you cooperate with Jiang Yan, maybe you have a day to restore your freedom.
The apostle groaned, as long as he did n’t report it now, he would betray Jiang Yan in the future, and the space would definitely not give himself any good evaluation. You can't look back at this step.
On her face, twelve eyes kept blinking and looked at Jiang Yan up and down.
Remained silent for a long time before the apostle gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let me see, what is the strength of you guy!" The apostle said, and the black hair on his head flew again. The black hair pierced out of the smoke and quickly wrapped around Jiang Yan.