Alcatraz

I don't have any nosy tastes, and I'm not good at repairing cars. Maybe this blonde girl feels that she is very attractive, but this kind of beauty pass does not work for me, so I rejected her immediately.

"Sorry, I'm a pedestrian and really bad with cars."

"Damn it! It seems that this ghost show is really evil. Unbelievable things happened one after another!" The blonde girl's complaint made me a little surprised, so I asked casually: "What kind of trouble did you encounter? I'm repairing the car." I’m no expert, but I’m an expert in supernatural ghosts!”

"Oh! Are you Chinese? I heard that Chinese people are very mysterious. We got a meteorite, which is said to have great powers and can affect people's thinking! I just sent this audio and video record back to the TV station, but this This is already the sixth car I have borrowed.”

I opened the Heart of the Dead Warrior a little, and the blue flames in my left eye jumped. The red sports car was scanned from beginning to end. There was a weird soul energy in the trunk. It seemed that this was what the blonde was talking about. Audio and video recorded.

This ball of soul energy exuded a strange attitude that prevented the red sports car from starting. This was the culprit why the girl still couldn't get the sports car to start after repairing it for a long time.

"I can help you with this, No. This car can be driven again!"

I smoothly took away the trace of soul energy, and the engine of the sports car suddenly roared. The blonde looked surprised, but soon happily kissed me hard on the face and said loudly: "I know the Chinese are very powerful. !" She jumped into the sports car, took out a record book, tore out a page, wrote a series of numbers, put a lip print on her mouth, and then said loudly: "Handsome Chinese guy, please call me when you have time. , but I’m really anxious now, I can’t help it, goodbye!”

The performance of this red sports car is very superior. It only takes a few seconds from starting to accelerating to more than 100 kilometers, and it disappears out of sight in the blink of an eye. I held this ball of soul in my hand, but it was not a complete soul, just a trace of energy stripped from the soul. I became a little interested in the meteorite the blonde girl mentioned.

This mass of soul energy is not even a fragment, but it is very tough and cannot be absorbed and transformed by the heart of the dead warrior. The information contained in it cannot be deciphered. I can only vaguely feel that its body is calling.

"This is a bit weird. What does this soul energy come from?"

I opened my hand, and this energy flew out and floated forward. I followed leisurely, and after a while I came to a dilapidated villa that looked like it had not been repaired for five or six years.

I stretched out my hand and grabbed it. A mini soul cage wrapped the soul energy inside, and I broke into the villa without ceremony, regardless of whether there was an owner or not.

"Didn't I say, don't talk to me about meteorites without a million euros! Why are you here again? I won't give you even half a penny!"

"I don't mind how much it costs, but I have to see it first."

A man in slovenly clothes rushed out of the room in the villa. When he saw it was me, he was obviously stunned and said with some displeasure: "Sir, you don't seem to have knocked on the door!"

I handed over a check and said calmly: "When I knocked on the door, I accidentally knocked on your door. This is the compensation. I hope you don't mind this unpleasant move."

The man glanced at the number on the check, quickly snatched it over, and said with a confident smile: "I think you will be satisfied with this thing. This meteorite really has strange power. Every time Everyone becomes..." He shrugged his shoulders before thinking of words: "It's very weird. Well, they will say some strange things, but they will completely forget it as soon as they leave the meteorite. A TV station just came. Having done interviews, I believe that after this program is aired, people who are willing to acquire it will step over my threshold.”

This man's salesmanship was poor, but I didn't care about it. In the final analysis, I was just curious and didn't care about the true value of the meteorite.

Under his leadership, I came to a room with no windows on all sides, which seemed to be a storage room. On a brought dining table, there was a plate covered with velvet, and on the plate was a black stone.

As soon as I got close, I sensed an extremely angry cry from this stone. It was emitting a strange force field, but it was completely unable to penetrate my heavily guarded heart. Instead, the man in slovenly clothes began to talk nonsense. Talk.

"It's devil's language! Are you telling me your origin?"

I stretched out my hand to grab it, and the meteorite fell into my palm. A voice that seemed to come from a very far away place sounded in my heart: "I'm here to find you. My comrade who once fought side by side, please free me!"

"Oh! This is a little strange. Who are you?"

"I am Samael! I am Samael's soul fragment! I have been divided into countless pieces and scattered in the unknown world. Please take me to find those lost soul remains! I will give you a great deal With the power of my heart, accept my inheritance..."

"enough!"

As soon as I grabbed it with all my strength, the meteorite had broken into countless pieces. A soul inside was about to escape, but I conveniently sealed it into the soul cage.

This group of souls was caught by me, and its influence disappeared immediately. The sloppy man said angrily: "How can you destroy such a precious meteorite? It is priceless..."

I threw down a check and said calmly: "It doesn't belong to you now."

The soul caught by me tried its best to struggle, but it was in vain. I conveyed the message calmly with my heart: "I can't even tell the difference between a complete soul and soul fragments. How can you be a big demon of Samael's level if your power is so weak? Who asked you to be there? Are you here to trick me?"

"No, I can't say!"

"Maybe I can't destroy your soul at this level, but I can still imprison you forever, or throw you into the endless cracks in time and space. Which ending do you like?"

"It's Mihir, it's them! They have designed this game a long time ago, but no one knew your power attributes at that time. They have arranged more than a hundred traps like this..."