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Chapter 8 Shadow Council
Lorraine walked into Zhongcheng Middle School with her schoolbag on her back.

When he stepped into the corridor, it was obvious that everyone's eyes were on him.

"Positive emotions detected, admiration value +10, +10, +10..."

"Negative emotions detected, hatred value +10, +10, +10..."

All kinds of emotions were collected by him. With the spread of the previous speech, Lorraine is really lying down to collect money, and all kinds of emotions are flowing in an endless stream.

but……

"The negative emotions are more hatred than fear. It seems that many people are still dissatisfied!"

Lorraine sighed and didn't take it to heart.

No matter if he has hatred, he can only hide it in his heart and dare to show it. He doesn't mind taking action a few more times.

"Lin! You came so early!"

A joyful call interrupted Lorraine's thoughts. It was Peter Parker. Ever since Lorraine helped him last time, he had been staying close to Lorraine and couldn't drive him away.

There was no impatience on Lorraine's expression, and she smiled gently: "Parker, it seems you caught the school bus today."

"Yes, to be honest, I have also started to exercise recently." Peter Parker and Lorraine walked side by side and made a muscle-flexing gesture, "How is it? It seems to be effective?"

"really."

The two walked into the classroom, and Lorraine instantly noticed that Gwen Stacy, who was sitting in her seat reading, glanced at her inadvertently, but quickly looked away.

It's been like this for days.

Lorraine knew exactly why.

In Gwen's opinion, the story of that night was just about Lorraine and Spider-Woman, and had nothing to do with Gwen Stacy. The two were still strangers.

But after all, it is personal experience, who can completely separate.

That's why it looks awkward now.

Gwen glanced at Lorraine occasionally, but there was no communication between the two.

……

Night, Lorraine's house.

"Current negative sentiment value: 270240."

"Current positive sentiment value: 21350"

27 negative emotions and 2 positive emotions, the gap is really big.

"With so much negative emotion, it can cause something big."

Lorraine turned on the [Strongest Villain] system. This time he didn't want to pinch anyone, but had an even crazier idea——

Build a worldview!

Today's negative emotions can fully support his idea.

"The first thing is to redeem this!"

[Shadow Parliament, on sale, -80%]

[The price is 200000 points of negative emotions. The parliament that exists in nothingness can come to all parts of the world. In the parliament, abstract things can be made concrete and traded. 】

20 yuan of negative emotions were spent like water, but Lorraine felt that it was very profitable.

The ability to allow abstractions to be traded is terrifying.

Life span, health, feelings, skills, etc., these are all things that people desire, and now they can be exchanged for other things. Without even doing anything by Lorraine, humans will use their own subjective initiative and come to their door.

This is the ability only the devil has.

And now Lorraine can do it.

The moment the exchange was completed, the scenery around Lorraine changed instantly.

At this time, he was in a stone hall, with stone pillars supporting flying arches, the seven kings of hell engraved on the dome, and green torches hanging on the walls, illuminating the entire hall with a strange atmosphere.

There is a long table in the middle of the hall, with six seats on each side. At the head of the long table is an Iron Throne made of thousands of swords.

Lorraine climbed up the stairs and sat in the center of the Iron Throne.

His thoughts moved slightly, and the slit girl appeared under the throne, waiting for orders like a maid. “The Shadow Council, I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it is going.

"The Rift Girl is its messenger. She will appear under the street lights late at night and ask you if she is beautiful. If you answer correctly, you will be taken to the Shadow Council and qualified for trading.

"But before that, I have to find some customers myself..."

……

There is a saying that only in the hospital can you hear the most sincere prayers.

Anderson is such a person.

He is a good husband who deeply loves his wife and his life.

But life doesn't love him.

This year, he suffered company layoffs and lost his job.

As misfortunes never come singly, my wife was diagnosed with kidney failure. Her whole body collapsed visibly. Not only was she unable to work, but her daily life became a problem.

The burden of life suddenly fell on him.

He had to spend all his time delivering food during the day and going to the hospital to take care of his wife at night.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine!"

In front of the hospital bed, Anderson hid all his sadness and fatigue, leaving his smile to the person he loved most.

My wife was lying on the bed, her pale face trying to smile.

She wanted to leave the best memories to her husband.

"Don't work too hard, remember? We made an agreement to let each other live a better life. I don't want to be a drag on you."

"I know, I know, don't think too much. I'm really not tired, but my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the bathroom and be right back."

Anderson made an excuse and left the ward.

The moment he walked out, tears burst into his eyes.

"God! I sincerely pray to you, if you can hear my prayer, please let my wife get better as soon as possible. She is such a dynamic person, why does she become like this..."

Anderson burst into tears and kept calling God in his heart.

In his opinion, only God can change the current situation.

At this moment, a voice sounded in his ear.

"can."

Anderson looked up suddenly, only to find that he was no longer in the hospital.

He was in a huge stone hall, and a man with a face shrouded in mist sat on the Iron Throne, looking at him with interest.

The green flames fluttering on the wall made Anderson feel deeply uneasy.

"Welcome to the Shadow Council."

The man on the Iron Throne smiled softly, "I heard your prayer and decided to answer you."

"My prayer?!" Anderson's eyes widened and he stammered, "You, you mean, you can make my wife recover!?"

A response came from the Iron Throne: "Yes, it only costs a small price."

"Any price is acceptable!" Anderson was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. "As long as my wife can recover, I am willing to do anything for you, even if it means sacrificing my soul!"

Anderson is a devout believer in only one god.

From the first time he heard the name Shadow Council, he equated it with the devil.

He barely hesitated to make a deal with the devil!

"I have no interest in your soul," the man on the Iron Throne said, "but I want to ask you, do you only need your wife to be restored to health? Nothing else? Like a decent job?"

"No need!" Anderson's eyes were firm, "I can find a job by myself, and life won't be bad forever. There is only my wife, she is the only motivation for me to persist!"

"Okay." The Iron Throne was silent for a moment and said, "I can completely cure your wife, but as a price, you have two choices, one is to pay me 20 years of life, the other is to pay ten years of life, and then replace me Do one thing.”

Anderson's heart trembled, what a high price!

(End of this chapter)