Urban Fake Soldier King

The boy is shivering. Whether he is upset or not, only his sadness can be interpreted.

And Wu Cheng still looked like a dead man.

Out of the cold storage room, Duan Xin took a deep breath and walked down the stairs to a huge cellar. At the same time, he could hear the sound of hum and ha. The sound was very familiar. It was Malone.

Duan Xin immediately quickened his pace.

Luo also broke the boy's neck and followed him quickly.

Peeking in from the door, there was an iron chair in the center of the cellar, which was fixed on the ground. It was dark and black for many years, with blood and rust on it. At this time, Malone was being tied on it, his coat and trousers were torn off, only a pair of underwear remained, and there was an iron frame in his mouth. The end of the iron frame tightly tied his head and the back of the chair.

There are all kinds of iron tools on the table not far away. There are many kinds of iron tools that can't be named and don't know how to use, but the edge of each tool is polished and cold.

It's very impressive to see the skin inn.

Unable to speak, Malone still kept barking, apparently cursing.

In front of Malone, there were two people Duan Xin knew. One was the middle-aged woman at the front desk, and the other was the warm and polite waiter.

However, the boy now looks like a changed person. He is full of evil and ferocious. Looking at him, the first word he thinks of is metamorphosis.

"Why don't others come?" the middle-aged women's wear put on an enchanting posture, looked at Malone and said.

The waiter frowned and said, "I'll have a look."

The middle-aged woman said, "forget it, let's start."

"Oh yeah, look forward to" the waiter raised his mouth and smiled. Then he came to a paper box, took off his clothes first, and picked up his crotch like a middle-aged woman's dress. He turned out a black robe from inside, put on his hat, tie up the strap, and then came to the table. He pointed a finger on various tools and looked at Malone with an evil smile. Finally, He chose a knife with a hook.

When Malone arrived as like as two peas, he talked about what spell he was talking about. Then he rolled up his sleeve and put a strange sign on his arm. It was just like the symbol on the corpse in the refrigerator. The knife came down with blood, but he felt more pain instead of pain.

His arms and body are full of this symbol. Now, he wants this symbol to be engraved all over Malone's body. He said: "Your Majesty Modong will remember your dedication and mine, but you are different from me. I am a black robed priest, and you are a sacrifice. For every sacrifice I contribute, I can be favored and engrave His Majesty's mark on my arm."

With that, he showed the symbol on his body again.

At least 100, indicating that he cleaned up at least 100 men and women in the same way.

Malone couldn't understand what he was talking about, but he also looked at it. Unfortunately, although he was as good as a God and had all his skills, he was tied up and couldn't give full play to it. He just made a lot of money and screamed, expressing dissatisfaction and resistance.

The waiter smiled, the knife turned around between his fingers and said, "you are the last sixth person." he said, with longing in his eyes and looked up to heaven: "five more, your majesty Modong can be reborn and resurrected."

Malone stared round, his eyes swimming around with the knife and roaring.

The waiter ignored him. His mind was full of his master. For a moment, his smile deepened and the knife went to Malone's chest.

The first symbol should be engraved in the heart, which is their rule.

Malone stared and didn't move. He just felt that he hadn't been so cowardly in his life. At ordinary times, these two boys were not enough for him. Now, he can only watch others treat himself as fish.

Just as the knife was about to fall, suddenly, the waiter heard a melodious voice behind him: "five people short? Isn't it right that we kill three and add the two of you? "

Hearing this sound, the middle-aged women's clothes, the waiter and Malone were shocked and quickly shook their eyes.

He saw a young man slowly coming in at the door, with his hands on his back and an evil smile on his mouth. Seeing this man, Malone smiled, relaxed and about to collapse.

Of course it's Duan Xin.

"Is that you?" The middle-aged women's clothes and the waiter were shocked at the same time and asked, "what, what did you say?"

"So you are a cult trying to revive Modong? We were chosen today? " Duan Xin nodded to affirm himself, and then said, "Oh, sorry, I made a mistake. It's six. Then add your weak chicken leader. One day I'll send him to see the miserable Modong!"

The waiter stared angrily and said coldly, "you are the fifth!"

While talking, he reached out and touched his back, quickly pulled the gun in his hand, and shone on Duan's heart, which was about to be hit.

He moves very fast.

At least it's much faster than ordinary people, but for ucheng and Luo, he's too slow to let him die.

Duan Xin didn't move, and Wu Cheng and Luo ran out like a civet cat.

An iron leaf flew away at the moment he drew his gun.

The waiter's finger on the trigger was already exerting force, and the trigger had also moved, which was a little weak. However, he could no longer make any effort. There was a blood hole in his throat, and the thin iron leaves were deeply nailed into his throat, all of which were not in his neck.

The most flirtatious blood always flows very slowly.

The waiter's gun fell to the ground. He grabbed his throat with his hand and tried to pull out the iron leaf, but he couldn't buckle it for a long time. At this time, he was out of breath. It turned out that the trachea was cut off. His brain began to lack oxygen and his body felt unwell. Then he fell to the ground with a plop.

The middle-aged woman in women's clothing saw it very clearly and seemed to feel his pain. His body was shocked. He pointed to Duan Xin with his orchid finger and said, "evil spirit, you are evil spirit."

No wonder he said so. In women's clothes, when he saw Luo Yi pointing his hand, the waiter buckle his voice for no reason, and finally died. In addition, what he believed in was evil spirits, so he regarded them as evil spirits.

While walking, Duan Xin said, "yes, yes, Modong died in my hand and was smashed by me."

The middle-aged woman's face changed greatly. I don't know whether it was because Duan Xin came over or his words. I couldn't stop taking a few steps back, yelling in fear, and turned around and ran away.

Next, he faced the living dead.

The middle-aged women's clothes were so scared that their hands and feet were cold that they were paralyzed on the ground.

When he came to the table, Duan Xin carefully selected a sharp and thorny tool, then came to him, squatted down, played with the tool and said, "this thing should be put in his mouth. You see, it can hold up."