Chapter 49: : The Dark Horse of the Future and King Kong

In the dark hall, there are only a few retro chandeliers and desk lamps that emit dim light. The two rows of men and women in black suits stand so quietly like sculptures, with their heads slightly lowered and looking respectfully The middle-aged handsome uncle sitting on the same retro throne in the deepest hall.
The middle-aged uncle was holding his chin and staring at the trembling old woman in the middle of the lower hall.
"You are the twenty-fifth. I hope you are different from the previous twenty-four. They are just a group of foolish people who have been deceived and used human superstition to make money."
The old woman was sitting next to a cheap wooden round table, which seemed a little abrupt in the center of the hall and looked out of place. It should have just been here.
The middle-aged uncle got up from the throne and walked down slowly, sitting next to the old white-haired woman, smiling and extending her right hand, holding her left hand.
"Go ahead, kill you if it's useless, and let you go home if it's useful."
"First name ... First name ... Please tell me your name."
"Hu Feng." The middle-aged uncle reported a name.
The old woman nodded and closed her eyes. After a while, the gossip pattern on the round table began to emit light and slowly turned up.
Middle-aged uncle saw this scene, and his expression was obviously satisfied, at least this one was no longer a liar.
Then he also closed his eyes, waiting for the old woman's divination prediction.
"Demon Lord ... riding a black horse ..."
In an instant, as the old woman spoke, the gossip on the round table began to rotate rapidly, and the spirit of the two was dragged into another space.
It was a night street in a city, the moon was high, and there were not many pedestrians on this road.
A row of pure black teams drove slowly, all black Hummers, in the middle of the team was a pure black Bentley car, if the four wheels of the car were to use energy to sense, you would find that the four wheels are now at Burning dark green evil flames.
"Under the Lord ... Has a demon knight who is loyal to him."
The convoy stopped in front of the gate of a luxuriously decorated building, which seemed to be a nightclub.
The door opened, and a group of sturdy men wearing black suits and black sunglasses walked down from the Hummer, holding a Uzi submachine gun in their hands.
One of them walked in front of Bentley ’s body and respectfully opened the door. A young man in a black t-shirt and shorts came out of the car. If his eyes were also sensed by energy, the same fiery flames were burning.
The young man looked at the building in front of him for a moment, then grinned and waved his hand. The group of sturdy men with bald sunglasses walked up the steps with their submachine guns and kicked in.
"Knight of the lord ... killing the enemy of the lord, killing ... disobeying his demon."
There were bursts of gunfire in the building, which seemed to be killing.
The camera blinked, and the bald and strong men pressed a large group of trembling humans and made them kneel in the hall of the building.
These human eyes are pure black, without any trace of white eyes.
Some people seemed to rebel, and their hands ignited a dark green flame of evil energy.
But they failed, and the bald and brave men twisted into a group of demons with a height of more than two meters, covered in iron stab armor and a burning giant axe.
The real, from the pure demon twisting the void. . .
The black-eyed human demons were killed, and their soul essence was imprisoned by the chain of countless evil energy that appeared suddenly, and then. . . Engulfing begins.
"You can't win, they are the real demons compared to you ... your death ... it's time!"
The elderly woman's eyes turned white, trembling and looked at the middle-aged uncle around her, and then issued a scream of sorrow.
Her head slammed up to the sky, and two blazes of evil energy were sprayed out of her eyes, burning her eyes with the entire brain.
Fate does not allow mortals to peep so boldly, evil energy. . . Not allowed.
Looking at the old woman's eyes that had turned into black holes, still smoky bodies, the middle-aged uncle thought for a while, then got up and walked back to the throne, waved his hand, and the people around rushed up to move the body and the table and stool go.
At this time, the middle-aged uncle shuddered violently, and he felt a glance at his eyes for a while. . . Not from this time's gaze.
It seems that the future Hu Feng has caught some prying eyes on him and directly traced back.
"Stanley ... It's a pleasant surprise. I haven't liked your British veteran during World War II very much. People like you can also be transformed into demons, which really makes me sick ..."
"Oh ... are you here to spy on me? Then I will tell you a big good news, you have been killed by me as early as a few years ago, and persisted in my wicked flames for a few months, It really made me admire your cockroach-like vitality ... "
"Also, do you want to kill me in your time period now? Then you can try it out, ha ha ha ha ..."
"Enjoy the time you have left, unless ... you can make me change your view of you in the past ... hehe, hehehehe ..."
With a burst of abnormal uncle-like laughter, Hu Feng's will gradually dissipated in the spirit of the middle-aged uncle in the future.
Stanley sat silent for a long time on his Victorian retro throne.
"All the demons in China's GD province are alert and will immediately dispatch additional personnel. If there are abnormal evil energy fluctuations, abnormal crossroad transactions, or any abnormalities, I will get the report as soon as possible! Go! Go, go, go! "
After a moment. . . The conference room of Hell continues to the next matter.
"Last month, our performance in the world was very good. A total of 24,000 souls were accounted for. UU reading www.uukanshu.com boss I tell you, this month ’s financial summary report is a good look!"
A young demon in a suit with black-framed eyes stared at a report in his hand and preached with a frown.
I do n’t know whether it ’s because of the twisting and falling into demons, their faces will never grow old again, or because of some special mysterious buff bonus. . .
Really responded to those two poems, Gou. . . Cough. . .
Middle-aged uncle, with an impatient look, continued to hold his chin and listened to his subordinates coming out one by one to report the situation of all sides.
"Shut up, next."
Repeat this sentence for the Nth time, these boring executive meetings really annoy the devil!

Hu Feng looked at the twist and the wave of evil energy in front of him, and then disguised as two demon guards with a bald black suit and a strong man about two meters tall. Nodded in satisfaction.
"The two of you are my first brothers, um ... go to help me keep the door at the door of the room on the second floor, and I will order some noodles."
At this time a peculiar throb was filled with the spirit of Hu Feng.
Someone is calling for themselves. . . Use a very special method.
An unfamiliar knowledge poured into my mind, and he seemed to have realized a new skill.
This call, it selected itself.
Because I am the most powerful demon in this area, and arrogantly squeeze out all other candidates.
Crossroads soul trading, commonly known as the Devil's Wai Kuai.
Lying trough, this is to force Lao Tzu to conduct an indescribable transaction?
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