Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 77, the nun with the gun is so handsome.

You can't get a soul by killing yourself, only the souls acquired by the trade can make sacrifices – the second rule of club trading.

If the other party is malicious, give the club boss the power to eliminate it - the club's trading rules.

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After the opening of the ancient well, a corner of the stone ladder leading to the underground was revealed. Waiting for a while, it seems that after waiting for the air replacement inside, Jonathan took an oil lamp and walked in.

The old butler stayed outside the entrance and said humblely: "Miss dear, please come."

With a tight eye, Kista was the first to follow Jonathan. After him, everyone followed the stone ladder one by one.

The butler did not walk in at the end, just waiting for the entrance to the ancient well.

“Is there still such a basement in the old castle?”

“It seems that there is a history of hundreds of years?”

"Perhaps not only."

The location is about 13 meters underground. After all, it is a passage that can only be passed by one person. After about twenty or thirty meters, it was a pig iron gate. Years of moisture have made the door rusty.

Jonathan once again opened the door with the key, and everyone went into it.

Great space.

The overall appearance of the circular structure, the edge of a total of twelve stone columns as a support. This is a space of about three hundred square meters. On the wall of the ring, there are many embossed figures with the same appearance.

Wearing an old glimpse, holding a sword... This is the master of a generation of Ceausescu. Among the portraits of many generations that have been preserved in the castle, it seems that there is such a person.

The most bizarre thing is that in the middle of this underground space, there is this stone sarcophagus, which is placed on the third-level circular steps.

At this moment, Mr. Jonathan suddenly came over and walked to the door. He said: "You, sit down... Don’t say anything, I will come back after half an hour, and then I will pick it out from you. A successor."

Speaking, and did not pay attention to the questions of these descendants, Jonathan directly closed the iron gate.

The rules passed down from generation to generation are to seal the demon at the expense of the souls of future generations. But even with the soul as a price, the seal time is limited.

Then count the life into it and take the longest seal time. After the expiration of the seal time, it is the time when the sealer's life comes to an end.

Only young, powerful, can get the longest seal. There is nothing to say about young people. The choice is for descendants under the age of 30.

And the soul is strong...

For centuries, even in the seal, the devil still thinks that he can escape from birth. The devil cursed the entire Ceausescu home, and those who are powerful souls can hear whispers from the devil as long as they are close, or they can be uneasy and see some strange illusions.

Stay within half an hour, you can hear it, you can see it, but it will not be affected. Of course, in order to prevent the descendants of the entry from knowing this secret early, and then disguise to obtain this inheritance, it is necessary to remain silent before the start... The one that responds the most is the qualified successor - for hundreds of years, Qiu The Sescu family has always followed such ancient rules.

Jonathan was like this thirty years ago, and his uncle was the same earlier.

This is also a move without a solution. At first, it was only because of the grievances of the ancestors that such rules were established. However, with the boundless suffering of the sealed demons, the Ceausescu family had to do so.

Years of age, the inexhaustible pain has caused the devil to align with the resentment of the Ossex family. If the soul is not pure, affecting the strength of the seal and giving the devil a chance to escape, then it would be a devastating blow to align the Ossex family.

After all, the place of the transaction is entirely a place to look at the trading gold. To put it simply, it is a penny.

"Before sunrise." Jonathan silently calculated the time.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the footsteps coming from the front. Jonathan couldn't help but frown... Who else came in? Housekeeper? No, the housekeeper can't come in, and he won't come in.

In front of him, the same youth with the oil lamp appeared in front of Jonathan. Jonathan frowned: "Osmond? Why are you here?"

Osmond squinted at Jonathan's look and said: "You... don't want me to come?"

Jonathan frowned. "There is no thing for you here, give me back."

Osmond suddenly sneered: "Sure enough... there are hidden things in the Ceausescu home, right?"

"Go out!" Jonathan suddenly sighed. "This is not the place you should come!"

"What? I am afraid that I know the dirty, mean, and even annihilation of humanity that you are hiding?" Osmond walked in step by step.

What Jonathan was going to say, but at this time suddenly heard the screams coming from inside the door... angry cry.

Shouting.

Jonathan's face changed slightly, and he could not attend the arrival of Osmond, but quickly opened the door.

The scene in front of him made his heart crack.

What did he see?

Several fell into the pool of blood... The first thing that fell was the women. At the same time, a young family, at this time, was being pressed on the ground by several other people... The young man’s hand, holding a dagger.

Blood staining.

Go crazy.

"Let me go! Let me go! Only the one who survives can really get the legacy of the Ceausescu family! You! Die!!"

The young man who was squatting was screaming wildly at this time!

Jonathan felt incredulous when he heard it... Is the whisper or fantasies brought about by the devil so strong that it’s just a blink of an eye that has made people lose their minds?

No... He could hear the devil's whisper, as if he was making a ridiculous voice.

Not teasing, but like... watching a very exciting show! Jonathan can feel it...because he is the seal of the previous generation!

Not only the young man who was being shackled, but the rest of him, his face showed a sly look. Just like the devil, under their eyes.

Reddish! It is full of demon red.

"Insane...stop them!" Jonathan shouted at this moment: "Go and stop them! Who is coming... Kista! Kista!"

He is old, and at this time he is looking at Kista who is silent and silent.

"You...do you want to die too?" Unexpectedly, Histad raised his head and stared at his grandfather with hatred. "What a vicious old man... you want to let us all Buried here?"

"Kista, what are you talking about?"

"Nonsense?" Just like the young people who had a strange appearance, the eyes were dark red and the body shivered: "I heard... I heard... the demon hidden here... sure enough! The secret of the Ossex family! Sure enough, your selfishness! Your old selfishness!"

"I don't know what you are saying." Jonathan took a deep breath and said: "Obviously you have lost your senses. But I need you to wake up, right away!"

"Hahahaha! Osmond! Osmond!" Sista pointed to Osmond behind Jonathan and sneered: "There is no such thing as picking the heirs! You have already determined the successors early... Let us come here, just in accordance with the ancient family training, let us use our own life to fill this demon? Then, Osmond can easily and happily get everything from the Ceausescu family!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Jonathan hurriedly said: "The heir to the will, I have not stood up!"

"No?" Kista sneered. "You still don't want to admit it? Then why don't you let Osmen come in? Isn't he a family member?"

"This is not something you should pay attention to. Now, immediately stop me from everything here!"

Kistaha laughed and said: "Don't you dare say it right? Didn't you say it really? Right? Don't dare to say... Osmond is not your grandson at all, but the matter of your own son. Is it right? You dare not say that because of your ugliness, because of your dirty, let your daughter have the true thoughts of their children, right?"

"You..." Jonathan's face changed dramatically, suddenly panting and painfully grabbing his chest.

"You are right? You are dying, right? You are dying, so make this determination right? You know... Osmond is the most suitable person! But you don't I am willing to let him carry all the Ceausescu home! So you would rather sacrifice us!"

"Hu..."

Jonathan said nothing in a complete speech, and felt a strong angina in one mouth.

"You are a vicious old man... I will not let my destiny be at your mercy!" Kista's eyes were completely red: "I will not give up everything about me! The person who should bear it will let him bear... …you guys!"

Said, Kista madly rushed toward Jonathan, but also a small knife hidden in the sleeves.

The knife was inserted into Jonathan's stomach without any suspense, and then twitched.

Jonathan's eyes widened and eventually fell to the ground. He felt that life was passing fast. He looked at Kista and turned around and jumped toward Osmond.

Osmond was in a daze!

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"Well... what a wonderful voice."

Before the entrance to the ancient well, the maidservant of the club was now gently pulling behind her ears and making a look at her ears.

She looked back at Luo Qiu, and pear vortex smiled: "I have never heard of this wonderful voice for a long time."

Although it has not been known for a long time, Luo Bo has a feeling that he seems to know each other for the first time. Luo Qiu glanced at the old butler who fell to the side.

He watched Osmond stunned him and walked in.

He doesn't have the kind of hearing for the night, but from the slightly smug expression of the maid, what is going on inside?

"Let's go see it."

If it is the bane of a club that has been buried for centuries, go face it.

Just thinking like this, Yuki suddenly turned his head slightly, and Luo Qiu turned around in a perceptual sense.

There is a nun walking between the grass and coming slowly.

"This place is desolate, I don't think there are other guests." The nun said softly.

Luo Qiu’s heart floating over the night’s description of the black retreat, but let it go, said indifferently: “We have no intention of participating in what is happening inside, but now it is just a spectator.”

The nun suddenly said: "That is, no matter what I do, neither of them intends to pay attention, right?"

Luo Qiu nodded.

I really just want to come over and collect it...

"But this kind of speech is hard to believe." The nun suddenly sneered, "especially the guy who hides his head and tails."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said that there was no more action to act. So he directly let go of the body and gave the other way to get into the underground secret room.

The nun was silent for a while, went straight and walked towards the entrance to the old well.

She walked past Luo Qiu's position, but suddenly she was short and showed a half-like posture. At the same time, the nun's hem was at the same time.

Under the cover, Miao Man’s legs did not have stockings, but the exposed thighs were tied with a black gun bag – a silver-white pistol.

Take out.

In one go, the action of the clouds.

The first reaction of Luo Qiu who looked closely at this happened was... handsome.

However, when the nun took out the silver-white pistol hidden in the thigh, the moment between the electric and the flint, pointing to Luo Qiu, was also the moment when the body flew out at the same time.

Because at the moment when the nun shot Luo Qiu, the club's maidservant had kicked her side, swept across the nun and kicked her out.

The sigh of Luo’s boss has just risen, and the intuitive feeling comes over there. This nun seems to be only awkward...

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PS1: These chapters are just like the ones mentioned in the article. They are a kind of excessive plot similar to the novice teaching. By the way, mentioning the club's pie, there are some strange things like the monsters. ...so Luo boss is not too active.

PS2: But I joined the new character nun Ramias. I like it very much. As for why do you like it? Of course, because this is the person I am doing, the nun who smashes the gun at the bottom of the skirt, I ask if you like it or not? like or not? like or not?

PS3: So am I writing urban text? That is of course... the wonderful story of the urban cloak, laughing~

PS4: Wait, even if it is an excessive plot, as the protagonist is not active at the end is a person? There is still one more in the evening, maybe it is late, because I have to go to the hospital for infusion, the fever is really unbearable, and I may take a nap after coming back.

PS5: Who will give me the membrane method =. =

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