Chapter 2304: Angels and demons

The relationship between Sandman and death is very good. He often takes away some souls he fancy and puts them in his dream country. Miss Goth turns a blind eye to this.
After all, the Sandman did not say that he wanted to resurrect them, or prevent them from entering the cycle of reincarnation, but temporarily borrowed them to work in the dream world, and after tens of thousands of years, they might return these souls to death someday.
In addition to a large number of fantasy book characters in Dreamland, there are also many dead writers or celebrities who were fished out of the black and white world of death.
The journey of their souls was suspended and they lived in the story of the kingdom of dreams in a special form of fictional bodies.
The previous generation of Sandman was relatively restrained, and invited famous writers such as Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, Allan Poe, etc., to create stories.
However, after Daniel became the Sandman, he was born as a human being on earth, he started to mess around, introduced the concept of science and technology into the country of dreams, and also brought in Steve Jobs and other celebrities to play modernization.
However, the cell phone signal here is really good, and Gabriel’s half-dead expression clearly expressed through the receiver.
"I am the death knell, I want to discuss a deal with you." Su Ming took the phone and looked at the crack in the sky, and estimated the corresponding area in his mind.
There was a soft noise from Gabriel, which sounded like he was laughing at himself or sobbing. He said, "Three grades, 30, 100, 200, you use Bobo's cell phone to call, it should be him. Friends of, then if the two play with the orangutans, I only need 300."
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Very close to the death knell, Dr. Quezel, who was listening to the phone with his head tilted, obviously heard it, and immediately looked at the orangutan with a strange look.
Popo shook her head frantically, saying that things were not what she thought. She had Gabriel's phone number, but she never called a duck or played multiplayer games.
"Oh, you are one of the blazing angels, do you actually charge yourself as a human being?" Su Ming sighed silently. Although he expected the former angel to be somewhat depraved, he did not expect that he had already become professional.
Gabriel was very calm, or broken the jar: "You know what the earth is like. Now ordinary people are busy with life. I need money to buy cigarettes and alcohol? Buy food and drink? Buy powder or pills that make people happy. ."
"Your body does not need to eat or drink, and it is even less likely to become addicted to something? Even if you lose your weapons and wings? But even if one percent of your combat power remains, destroying a city is more than enough? Money should not be your goal. ."
Su Ming is a little curious, Gabriel has never been a weak one? He could spend a thousand years with Lucifer? As a result, he seems to be involved in a whirlpool of desire.
"Because I like it, I like to be satisfied with appetite, like the warmth of alcohol and nicotine, like being loved by the world? Like loving the world." Gabriel's voice is much more stable? It gradually brightened: "God is dead, I only feel alive when I live in the world like a human being. If I haven't experienced my past, don't tell me about my life. Are you still playing or not? My visitor is here."
"Tsk? So, I want to buy Beelzebub's contact information from you..."
"50 dollars? I will send you an account number and I will give you a message after the transfer."
Su Ming hasn't finished speaking? The life-loving angel Gabriel was disconnected. Before the call was hung up? The mercenary vaguely heard suspicious applause from the phone.
The death knell slowly put the phone down? He curled his mouth and looked at the orangutan: "This is the pure angel you said? He still hung up on my phone. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s been too miserable, I really want to chop him up and throw him into the pit in."
Popo, wearing a green checkered suit, spread his hands: "I didn't expect him to be like this. The last time I saw him, he had just fallen to the sky. He came to Jim's bar to drink with Lucifer, and he chose idiots to have fun. At that time I was just another customer, and then my old buddy was still alive..."
Thinking of the past, the orangutan bowed his head. He hated that he had no power and the courage to die with his friends.
When Jim blocked the Dark Knights alone, he ran away with the Justice League. Every time he thought of this, he wanted to slap himself, and even suffocated to tears.
The orangutan cried, but the death knell did not comfort him. The mercenary just pressed a few times on the phone and stretched out the screen: "Enter the credit card password, hurry up, in a hurry."
Xiaofu sucked his nose and stopped crying immediately: "Why do you want me to pay? You have to replenish me with cash."
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Compared with Gabriel, Beelzebub was much easier to deal with, at least the devil behaved like a normal person, with a polite and soft conversation.
And unlike the previous tramp who didn't care about anything, he who cared about current affairs knew the existence of the death knell in another world.
I got my phone number, and when I dialed it, I heard Su Ming’s self-reported door, saying that he often heard Maggie Ken mention you, a good friend of hell. If Lucifer is at home, we can go out together, etc. topic of.
After greeting for a long time, I didn't even talk about a serious word, but Xiaofu's mobile phone was almost out of power.
"Beelzebub, we will talk about the dinner next time we meet. I will contact you this time to discuss a deal with you."
"Oh? Hehe, this is a good thing, no devil will refuse to send the door to the bargain." Bezebub's buzzing words sounded: "Do you need the power of hell? Probably not, if that is the case you will Go find Maizi, um, let me guess, is there anything I need that I want to sell to me?"
"You deserve to be the prime minister of hell. You guessed it right." Su Ming watched several faceless men fall out of the crevice. They were torn apart by the orange light ghost before they landed. He shook his head with some distress: "I want A batch of ingredients exported to hell, the price is easy to say, your side is responsible for the transportation."
The title of the Prime Minister of Hell is the most disliked by Beelzebub. After all, he is the aboriginal of that dimension, one of the first Satan. Hell was also dragged away from him after Lucifer led a man to fall.
It is equivalent to buying his company, giving him a little share and giving him the position of general manager.
"Ingredients? You should know what our recipes are?" The devil on the other end of the phone smiled heartily, and made a drooling sound, without any anger: "If it's a high-quality sinful soul, or a pure baby Or virgin~EbookFREE.me~ I can give you a good price, and it’s not impossible to send a demon army to work for you."
"The devil army is free. I don't want to raise a group of insatiable parasites. Then, I am in front of the castle in the dreamland. How about you come over for an interview?"
Su Ming refused this proposal. Ordinary people might be excited when they heard of the demon army. After all, the immortal extraordinary army is always tempting.
But agreeing is tantamount to being fooled. When the time comes, people will follow your channel and will not listen to you at all. They will burn, kill, loot, and roll back to hell. Not to mention, the scapegoat is all yours.
"Illusory Dreamland? In the absence of the Sandman, I can send a clone over. I am still at the bottom of the abyss, which is not convenient."
It is impossible for Beelzebub to take any risk, especially the death knell that killed Perpetua at close range. He didn't want to meet so directly.
But after the two calculated each other's round, the transaction was still established in tacit understanding.
About fifteen minutes, a huge fly flew from between the dense woodland in the distance.