mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 388
Abraham Cohen outside the door couldn't help but said, "Don't be fooled, she will read your heart."

And Zhao Chuanxin seemed to have never heard of it, and closed his eyes obediently: "Come on, let the storm come more violently."

Marguerite Gompers stared at Zhao Chuanxin, who was standing still with his eyes closed and his head bowed.

She said with her characteristic metal friction voice: "What you see now is the gate of hell that is burning with raging flames. The gatekeeper is the monster with a tail, Heros, who is listening to the confession of the undead..."

As her voice progressed step by step, the eyes of the people outside the door were in a trance, as if they were in the gate of hell roasted by the fire of hell.

Just one step at the door, you will fall into pain and be unable to extricate yourself.

Marguerite Gompers' voice seemed to possess some kind of magic.

But Zhao Chuanxin, who closed his eyes, interrupted her: "Isn't this the content in Dante's "Body"? What's wrong? Hell is exactly the same as Dante described, right?"

Everyone outside the door heard Zhao Chuanxin's loud voice, and the illusion in front of them suddenly disappeared.

Marguerite Gompers was furious.

Doesn't this fucking interrupt spellcasting?

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, opened his eyes to look at the pale-faced people outside the door, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

Abraham Cohen screamed: "She is really the devil, she is luring us to hell!"

"Hehe..." Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Marguerite Gompers: "Well, you close your eyes too, and I will tell you what hell is like."

Dante is not the only one in the world who has described hell.

The banter on Zhao Chuanxin's face disappeared, and his voice became low and slow: "The underworld, the king of hell is respected, in charge of the underworld, known as the king of ghosts..."

Hades, bull head and horse face, black and white impermanence...

From top to bottom, the story flows between Zhao Chuanxin's lips and teeth.

Dante's "Divine Comedy" may be wonderful, but in terms of the huge background and setting, it also depends on the folklore of China.

Gradually, the little girl on the bed listened so intently that even the gloom disappeared.

After Zhao Chuanxin talked about hell, he talked about various gods.

There was no sound inside or outside the door, only his low and slow voice.

After a while, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked Marguerite Gompers: "I forgot to tell you, I am the archmage, so I asked you if you were afraid?"

Marguerite Gompers was pulled back to reality, and her blurred eyes became dark again.

She sneered: "Can you escape to the sky and kill devils?"

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "Since you are called a devil, let's fight."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and suddenly a faint thunder flashed in his palm.

In fact, there is not much energy left in Thor's Hammer, and he can only do this.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the lightning into a whip shape, flicked it lightly, and made a "crackling" sound.

"This is called a lightning whip. If I send out five consecutive whips, ghosts and gods will also be wiped out. Hehe, do you want to try it?"

Marguerite Gompers shivered, her eyes were frightened, and she shook her head quickly.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer. He put his palm three inches away from her body, controlled the energy of Thor's Hammer, and let the arc swim on her body.

Like a needle prick, the numbness and numbness hit Marguerite Gompers' whole body.

She wanted to scream in discomfort, but tried her best to hold back, but she couldn't hide the pain on her expression no matter what.

"Stop it!" Marguerite Gompers finally could stand it no longer.

Everyone outside the door was stunned!
What kind of magic trick is this?
They couldn't help wondering, is it true that the oriental mysticism system that Zhao Chuanxin said is true?

Is there really Yama Temple?

Is there really a flood?
Really have spells?
Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that there is only this little energy, and it is easy to be unable to pretend.

He put away his palms and chuckled: "How? Do you have what I can do?"

Marguerite Gompers bit her lip: "I don't have the power of thunder, but I have the power of hell! I can pull your souls into hell!"

"Small skills, how dare you use an axe!" This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer, and he pointed to a vase on the table next to him: "Great Law Mantra, Dawei Tianlong!"

boom!
The phoenix ring was activated, and the air cannon blasted the vase away, hitting the wall and smashing it into pieces!
In the movie, only the devil has the ability. Now Zhao Chuanxin, the "exorcist", is better than the devil...

Marguerite Gompers is jaw-dropping!
A group of people outside looked dumbfounded.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if they were killed, they wouldn't believe that there is such a skill in the world!

Marguerite Gompers said in horror: "You, you..."

"What are you?" Zhao Chuanxin slapped her outstretched fingers away: "Even Satan dare not speak in front of me, and with your meager strength, you are still holding on. Today I will save you!

The flying dragon is in the sky! "

In the next scene, even if Newton was born again, he would still be thrown into the ground!

Zhao Chuanxin's body suddenly rose from the ground and floated up.

He put on the mud trowel gloves, and held the judgment whip in the other hand, and Fa Xiang solemnly blew the not-so-serious "Divine Comedy on Hanging".

The Whip of Judgment rolled up an hourglass next to it.

Holding the hourglass, Zhao Chuanxin felt the energy value of the Azure Phantom armor plummeting, and shouted: "Devil, I will make you appear!"

The sand in the hourglass, under the urging of the mud trowel gloves, quickly transformed into a simple but hideous grimace.

Marguerite Gompers was bewildered.

For a moment, she was a little confused, and couldn't tell if the devil was still in her body, or was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin's "soul extraction".

Seeing that the energy value had bottomed out, Zhao Chuanxin hurried to the ground.

Otherwise you will make a fool of yourself!

Holding up the "ghost face" transformed from sand in his hand, he took out the elf carving knife and shouted: "Devil, today I will tear your corpse into thousands of pieces!"

With a little cold light, the sword is like a dragon.

shhhhhh...

The grimace on the rock was cut to pieces, and big and small beads were scattered all over the ground like a jade plate.

The scalps of everyone outside the door were numb!

The mana is profound and terrifying!
Marguerite Gompers on the bed didn't know how to behave, and was paralyzed at a loss.

Zhao Chuanxin put away King Kong's angry eyes, and said softly, "Margaret, I have killed the devil! How do you feel?"

"I, I, I..." Marguerite Gompers's voice returned to the original crisp child's voice: "I'm fine."

She was really afraid that if she was no good, it would not only be the devil who was saved, maybe Zhao Chuanxin would also save her too!

Arthur Gompers was overjoyed and was just about to say something.

But Zhao Chuanxin's face changed, and he said coldly: "Is it really healed? Why do I think you are not healed yet?"

Speaking of the ability to turn moody moods, Zhao Chuanxin is better than the devil.

Marguerite Gompers saw that he was still in the spring, but now he looked fierce again, as if he would take out the extremely sharp knife just now and cut off her head at any time.

She hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "It's really good, really, I won't lie to you..."

Even crying!
Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of redemption: "Well, if this scepter can hang in the air, it means that you will never be entangled by the devil again in this life. Otherwise, you are still not cured, I will use the sky thunder to make you The flesh is gone!"

Marguerite Gompers Horror!
She could imagine that she was struck by lightning and turned into coke.

Arthur Gompers outside the door rushed inside in fright: "No, stop, you can't..."

However, Zhao Chuanxin had already raised his staff and withdrew his hand.

Everyone is stunned!

The scepter of redemption hangs firmly in the air!
Marguerite Gompers stared wide-eyed, beaming with joy: "I'm really well!"

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise, the old man will kill the young girl today!"

After finishing speaking, he put away the scepter of redemption.

Arthur Gompers looked complicated.

If the people present today were replaced by white people, he would definitely be grateful.

But Zhao Chuanxin is of Chinese descent, which made him embarrassed.

But Zhao Chuanxin does have some magical abilities. With this kind of ability, even a professional exorcist from the Vatican would have to kneel down, and the Pope would be willing to bow down!
Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "Arthur Gompers, are you convicted?"

Arthur Gompers shuddered. "What crime?"

"Huh!" Zhao Chuanxin snorted coldly: "You discriminate against blacks and Asians, that's why you let your daughter suffer like this! You still don't know the crime?"

"I..." Arthur Gompers was struck by lightning.

Is this really the case?
There are many people who discriminate, why only punish him?
Seeing that he was skeptical, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly reached out and slapped him across the face.

The teeth that had been loosened before would eventually fall out.

Spit it out together with the blood.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a cold face: "Today, I will punish you on behalf of the moon. If there is a next time, the God of the Chamber Pot will come to the world in person and crush you!"

The beaten Arthur Gompers could not turn his head.

Is divine punishment real, or is it real?

What is the god of the chamber pot?

Outside the door, a group of black and white men were in admiration!

Especially Abraham Cohen, who suddenly winked at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the buzzing Arthur Gompers: "Now I ask you, can you arrange work for Abraham and his family and friends?"

Arthur Gompers's proud head was no longer raised, and he said dejectedly: "Sir, now that the unemployment rate is rising, I can't arrange too many jobs. However, if I want, I can arrange for Mr. Cohen." .”

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head to look at Abraham Cohen. He was a little disappointed, but he still squeezed out a smile and nodded to Zhao Chuanxin.

As if he was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would misunderstand that he was unwilling to contribute, Arthur Gompers explained: "Sir, you must know that there are many difficulties in working in the Labor Federation, and you are often beaten or even assassinated. A few years ago, I Just one assassination, when my daughter witnessed me being gunned down by a factory owner..."

Zhao Chuanxin keenly noticed that when he explained the assassination, Margaret Gompers had a bloody face and a little bit of pain.

He had a pretty good idea.

What is demon possession? This is just the psychological sequelae left by a horrific assassination in his childhood.

He suddenly interrupted Arthur Gompers: "You said, when the factory owner assassinated you, he was wearing a mask made of white cloth? Only two holes were exposed?"

Labor unions fight for the rights and interests of workers, so conflicts with capitalists and employers are inevitable.

Getting beaten up is commonplace.

Arthur Gompers nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at Marguerite Gompers: "That's what the devil looks like, right?"

Marguerite Gompers's teeth chattered: "Yes, that devil is going to take our family to hell!"

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged at Arthur Gompers: "Now do you know where the root cause is?"

Although Arthur Gompers didn't pay attention to the emerging psychology, he roughly wanted to understand the reason, and hugged his head in regret and pain: "I really deserve to die..."

(End of this chapter)