Anomalous Collector

In the prison, every head screamed in madness and horror, desperately trying to close their eyes, but the whispers that echoed in their minds made them unable to close their eyes.

If they had both hands now, they would have covered their ears and eyes.

It's just that they can't do anything now, they can only passively receive all this.

Everything around them changed again. At this time, they appeared in the terrifying purgatory, endless flames and extremely cold ice lakes, and various horrible instruments of torture were operating.

They saw the existence of horror in this endless abyss, the strange creatures tortured in purgatory, and the pale ghost sitting on the throne of bones and lava in front of them, accepting the worship of a group of terrifying creatures of the abyss.

Those terrifying abyssal creatures seemed to be at a loss for their sudden appearance in purgatory, but after seeing the pale ghost above the throne, they immediately began to worship.

Without the slightest hesitation, the level of piety makes people know at a glance how scared these creatures are.

The pale ghost above the bones and lava throne with a smile, bears all this calmly.

Wherever his eyes passed, those powerful creatures shuddered all over.

The heads had already understood the abyss before they were alive, and even studied the horror existence in the abyss and the cause of the abyss.

Many people have obtained a large amount of top-secret information, from which they have spied some legends about abyssal creatures in human history.

At this time, many people even recognized what those mighty creatures crawling under the throne were.

"The Three Giants of Life, those are the Three Giants of Life mentioned in the Book of Life!" Carlson of the Life Science Foundation murmured.

Those three weird giants, consistent with years of research conducted by the Life Science Foundation, are exactly the three giants of life under the rule of life.

And just by looking at the three giants, he could feel the life energy in his head clashing in the chaos, as if his brain was about to burst open.

Pablo and Bob from the top of the Mexican Phantom Party looked at the powerful existence that was like a shadow, as if struck by lightning.

As the former leader of the Mexican Phantom Party, a fan of hallucinogens, and a loyal follower of the Dream Demon, when they saw the stalwart shadow, they knew that this was the powerful supreme Dream Demon they believed in!

In the legend of the Mexican Phantom Party, the sleeping power controlled by the dream monster can control any creature and is the absolute strongest god.

And now the dream demon, the strongest god, is worshipping the pale ghost sitting on the throne of bones and lava.

And looking at the look of the dream monster, the shadow that made up the body was mottled at this time, which can be described as riddled with holes, obviously suffering extremely severe torture.

At this time, all the heads present could finally see clearly. The existences below, crawling under the throne of white bones and lava, worshipping the pale ghosts, each are the legendary king of the abyss.

Those are the Eight Dharma Kings, the Dream Demon, the Three Giants of Life, Cthul, Doom, etc.

Many of these terrifying existences are the existences they worshipped and believed, and they were their lifelong beliefs, but now they are worshipping the pale ghosts and offering their loyalty.

Their gods are worshipping gods!

At this time, these heads finally understood how powerful the creature that claimed to be the "demon" they had faced all along was!

Ba Song, the Great Falling Spiritist of the Advent Society, murmured:

"The legend is true, it is true...Here...Here is the prison! It is the place where everything is suppressed in the abyss...The pale ghost is not a demon, but the legendary master of the prison!"

Several other elders from other institutions also murmured to themselves at this time, with their faces in disbelief:

"There really is a prison..."

"We...we have always been in prison..."

"But why... why are we individually selected into the prison... What does the lord of the prison want to do..."

The existence of the prison and the master of the prison is also a secret that only a few people know for the awakened criminal community.

At this time, these heads who knew the secret murmured in their mouths, and quickly shared everything they knew with other heads.

All the impact in front of me is really too great. Not only is the dual worldview of heaven and **** established during this time completely overturned and collapsed, but even the original beliefs have also been completely overturned.

Coupled with these terrifying images in the abyss and prison, indescribable sounds and scenes.

If it hadn't been for them to have died long ago, and had experienced the trials of the storms and waves before, they might have been completely mad now.

It's just that there is only one head left. No matter how scared it is, that's it, so instead, I kept the last trace of sobriety and reason.

Everything around changed again. They returned to the original study and appeared on the black cold bookshelf again.

At the same time, in purgatory, the abyss lords and supreme masters who had been caught and kowtow suddenly discovered that the white bones and the pale ghosts on the lava throne had disappeared, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

The Three Giants of Life stood up from the ground with a calm expression, slapped their knees, appearing very calm and calm.

Cthul next to him looked dumbfounded and asked:

"Chaos, what the **** is going on? I was meditating in the cell just now, why suddenly I was in purgatory, and why did the prisoner suddenly come back and sit on the throne of bones and lava? What does this mean?"

He glanced at him in confusion, and said:

"Do you still need to explain to us what happened to the crown? What do you want to do? Just do it. If he wants to kill someone, you can do it. If he tells a joke, you will join in. If he says, you get down. Do you have any questions?"

Both evil and decay also looked at Ke'thul inexplicably, as if he was asking an extremely ignorant question.

Cthul opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

The dream monster on the side breathed a long sigh of relief at this time. After this period of cruel torture in purgatory, he has put down the shelf of the supreme lord and cautiously said to the abyss lords on the side:

"Under the crown of the prisoner, is this... to release me from purgatory?"

He was originally being punished in purgatory, but today he suddenly stopped and was thrown before the bones and the lava throne. He was grateful and kowtowed with sincerity.

But I didn't expect the prison lord to leave in a blink of an eye, leaving them kowtows with a bewildered expression.

After all, the other party is the Supreme Master, and all the abyss lords present did not dare to neglect. Eight of them cleared their throats and prepared to answer the words of the dream demon.

Just before he said a word, the collar and chain around Mengmo's neck suddenly tightened.

Immediately after that, a strong force came, and he had been dragged back into purgatory again.

The other lords of the abyss were also dragged back to their cells at this time, or thrown into purgatory.

In the hearts of a group of abyssal powerhouses, there was only panic at this time.

The majesty of the sky is unpredictable, and the mind of the master of the prison is not what they can figure out...

At the same time, in the study room of the prison town, those heads who were put back into the bookshelf shivered as they looked at the pale ghost with a smiling face in front of them.

They finally understood what kind of existence was before them.

The feeling of being thoroughly manipulated in the palm of one's hands, like dust, is truly indescribable and unspeakable.

Many people even hope that they can go crazy. If they are completely crazy, they don't need to be shrouded in the small feeling like dust.

It can be freed from the fear of this ant.

It's just that they can't.

A trembling head said:

"Great indescribable existence, may I ask... why do you want to... play with our poor heads..."

It is Basong, the Great Adventist of the Advent Society.

The pale ghost in front of him smiled sternly:

"Of course it's... it's interesting..."

Carlson of the Life Science Foundation murmured:

"Yes, yes, a great and eternal existence will inevitably lose patience in a long time and need some interesting pastimes... we may just be interesting pastimes..."

The heads around quickly understood their position.

In the eyes of this pale ghost, they are just some interesting toys.

Immediately after hearing the pale ghost in front of me, he said again:

"I will give you the opportunity to return to reality again. In a sense, it will bring you back to life again, and you must also make qualified toys."

Upon hearing this, the heads present all showed expressions of shock and joy.

If there is anything that can make them happy in this hell-like horrible abyss, it must be back to reality!

They will get the chance to return to reality and feel the feeling of being alive again!

"Just... take the liberty to ask, under the great crown, why are we?"

Bassoon of Advent asked cautiously.

The heads of the crowd also raised their ears at the same time. This issue is also of concern to them.

Why are they?

To the powerful existence in front of him, the billions of people on the entire earth are nothing more than his toys.

Why choose them to do this...lucky?

The pale ghost in front of them looked at them pityingly, as if looking at a group of pets, and smiled Senran:

"Because I killed the collector in reality, using his identity to walk, and you will be the best props."

As soon as this statement came out, all the heads were deeply shocked again, but this time they didn't exclaim more, but seemed much calmer than before.

For this, they have already speculated.

The powerful creatures in front of them must have some connections with collectors.

After all, they were all killed by collectors, so how could they gather in this town at the same time by coincidence.

The explanation of the pale ghost in front of him was the most reasonable explanation.

And there is absolutely no need for the other party to deceive their group of ants.

These heads were originally strong men who have experienced wind and waves, and each of them is considered a human spirit. After the crazy shock just now, they have other ideas at this time.

To become the pale ghost toy in front of us, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is an opportunity instead.

A chance for them to re-enter reality and regain their lives!

Of course, the premise of all this is to win the favor of the other party.

From this perspective, the other heads present have become competitors.

Suddenly, the minds of these heads were all alive, and it was no longer the atmosphere of the previous brothers and sisters helping each other.

Li Fan immediately understood the thoughts of these heads, picked up an empty suitcase in the corner of the wall, walked to the bookshelf, threw all the dozen heads marked "Advent Meeting" into the box, and said:

"Then, let's start with you first."

The slender fingers of the four knuckles picked up the suitcase, turned around with a dozen heads, opened the door of the study, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the villa dormitory of the Royal Exorcism Bureau in Manchester City, Siam, Li Fan opened the bathroom door to the living room, and dropped the box of shrunken heads on the ground.

These heads have no activity, and they have completely died, completely different from the activity in the prison.

It's a pile of dead objects.

Li Fan didn't panic, twisted his neck, tried hard to focus his attention on these heads, imagining to release his mental power.

In the next instant, these dozen heads opened their eyes at the same time and looked around in shock.

"Here is reality!? We really come alive!"

"Gosh, finally leaving the abyss, we are back to reality..."

"Then everything is true, all true! I'm still alive! I'm not dead!"

A group of heads were talking excitedly, wishing to jump up and cheer for joy.

At the same time, Ba Song turned his head to look at Li Fan, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and said with a trembling voice:

"You are... a collector!?"