Chapter 188

Thirteen witches were staring at the scene in front of them.

An ordinary looking Oriental stood by a wooden counter.

He had a sincere smile on his face and he didn't look fake.

But

On his shoulder, a little black cat stood alone.

The light of the pyramid reflects his holy body.

The power of the guardian has obviously returned.

The witches swallowed.

They saw Mr. a sitting on the sofa, like a good baby, even dare not move.

At the moment, the leader of the beast sect is comparable to the children in kindergarten.

He sat on the sofa, his head bowed, the king's Scepter was set aside, and the mask of the Sphinx hung down.

He didn't even dare to look up at the witches who had come to the door.

"What's the matter?" A witch thought.

Clearly, they remember very clearly that they were separated from Mr. A for less than ten minutes!

Ten minutes!

The leader of the wild animal sect, the evil god's apostles in Qinlu and Kunlun, who were enough to stop children's night crying, became like this.

But soon the witches knew why.

They felt it in the soft moonlight like water.

There was a terrible and strange whisper, singing in a low voice.

From their souls, from their bodies.

In this unspeakable murmur of terror, the banqueting witches are afraid to find that their spiritual power has disappeared!

And

They also lose all control over their bodies at the same time.

Although, they can still think, and even seem to be able to move freely.

But

How to say How to do

I can't help them!

They feel like they are puppets being manipulated, machines being controlled.

It has to follow the lines and run according to the code.

Otherwise

As a result, they became dumb.

Banquet witches, finally know what is fear, what is terror!

Their bodies trembled involuntarily.

At this time, they heard the voice of the Oriental: "come in!"

Simple three words, full of dignity, as if with power.

"It's OK. Don't worry about it." He laughs, especially terrifying, also extraordinarily infiltrating!

Obviously, he is just a thin and ordinary person. Obviously, he doesn't have any power fluctuation all over his body. Obviously

But every word seems to contain infinite power.

Each syllable is full of terrible and profound ripples.

The banqueting witches, trembling, helpless, obedient to his instructions.

They came in.

Into this seemingly ordinary bookstore.

They didn't know what the bookstore really looked like until they stepped into it.

Under the floor, a terrifying, powerful, nameless monster lurks.

On the ceiling, countless compound eyes peep through the cracks.

One tentacle after another appeared in the shadow of witches.

They gently entangle the shadows of witches.

The witches finally knew why Mr. A was so clever.

The light reflected Mr. A's figure.

The real shadow of the leader of the beast sect is reflected.

But, at the moment, the shadow of the leader of the Fauvism, was completely and completely prostrate on the floor.

He's shaking!

He's shivering!

He's afraid!

He's confessing!

The witches looked forward in the direction of Mr. A's shadow creeping.

as like as two peas in A.

The body trembles with fear, and the soul repents in fear.

They wanted to get down on their knees, but they were not allowed to.

Therefore, can only let own shadow, and Mr. a general, crawling down, five body throw to the ground.

Because

In front of us, the figure of pure black man has appeared.

Pure and pure gods like agate.

The nebula loomed in his skin and body.

Infinite chaos covers him.

But

Now, the God of the black feast knelt on one knee.

He bowed his head in the direction of the plain Oriental.

Even if the witch has committed a crime for ten thousand times, it is impossible for the witch to be forgiven!

They were hostile to the people their gods served!?What a stupid and unforgivable sin!

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Ling Ping An looks at these ten or so women in black robes and covering their bodies.

These poor people, very scared.

The body is shaking.

Obviously

Ling Ping An guessed that

Are they members of a circus or an acrobatic troupe?

He turned to look at the dumb man in the strange mask and looked at the things on the women again.

They were wearing some cheap, shoddy crystals.

It's the kind of ornament with a few yuan on the floor.

"The Internet is good for most people..."

"But for these small circuses which rely on the traditional mode, it is a disaster!"

In the past, when Ling Ping An was a child, he often saw puppet shows, plays, acrobatics and circuses at temple fairs.

But since the rise of the Internet.

These professions have been devastated by dimension reduction!

The market they depend on is completely swallowed up by the Internet.

In addition to a few people, successful transformation, through the east wind of the Internet, become the Internet celebrity.

For the rest, even living is very difficult.

Especially groups like this

Ling Ping'an brain has made up for a deep disability, but he is physically disabled and strong-minded, with more than a dozen pitiful people in the same situation.

They travel from place to place in an attempt to feed on their own labor.

But

As time goes by, fewer and fewer people are willing to invite them.

Finally, as in the past, they went to Jiangcheng city in an attempt to get a business, only to find that the city, which once had a strong interest in acrobatics, had no place for them!

And the money that you carry with you has been exhausted.

After the sale of the last items, they could not raise the travel expenses, and even had no money to eat.

Helpless, the despairing commander came out to beg alone.

He found his missing members and came out to look for them in the middle of the night.

What a song!

Of course

Spiritual peace knows that maybe this is not the case.

However, no matter what the facts are, it is obvious that he can not solve this problem on his own.

So he said to the women with a smile, "don't be afraid..."

"I will help you!"

So he picked up the phone and dialed the number left by the last officer.

It wasn't long before the officer got through.

"Hello! Sir, I'm lingping'an... "

"Well Just the bookstore owner who called the police last time... "

He looked back at the women who were obviously afraid, in fear, and at the man with his head down, his face ashamed and afraid to look up.

So he asked the police officer on the opposite side of the phone: "well, I have something to trouble you..."

"I have some poor people here..."

"I hope you can find a way. Can you find an institution or contact a foundation to settle down..."

"Yes..."

"Well..."

"Please come here as soon as possible."

Ling Ping An put down the phone and turned to look at the people who seemed to be afraid of hearing the word "police officer".

"Don't be afraid," he said

"Please believe me He said with a smile, "I will help you..."

"I'll help you get back to life!"

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Mr. a raised his head and looked at the ordinary man with a sincere smile on his face.

He spoke slowly, in a gentle, flat voice.

But

Every word he said, listening to Mr. A's ears, made his soul and body tremble.

"Don't be afraid..."

You can choose not to be afraid, if you are brave enough!

"Please believe me..."

If you don't believe it, die!

"I'll help you..."

Obey me, obey me, fear me! Ants!

"I'll help you to have a new life!"

Stupid ants! You must pay for your blasphemy and contempt!

If you are not ten thousand percent obedient and obey my orders!

In front of Mr. A, there was darkness, silence and depth.

Horror of nonsense and crazy monsters, around him.

So he knew that if he could not obey and obey ten thousand percent.Then he will surely drown in that most crazy dream, be gnawed by monsters again and again, in the madness, repeat the tragic pain death again and again!

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In the monitoring room.

Situhe is looking at the pictures from the camera.

In the bookstore, Mr. A and the thirteen banqueting witches sat and stood like wood.

The owner of the bookstore, holding the phone, didn't know who he was talking to.

Black guards, of course, no one dares to eavesdrop on his phone.

It's not just because it might irritate him.

Because no one can eavesdrop!

The last audio recording event has made them understand that it is OK to listen to the owner's voice in person.

But if anyone wants to record

Be ready to face him!

At least be prepared to face a nameless monster to come to your door!

So

Situhe was curious.

"Who is he talking to?"

No one can answer situ he's question.

However, a moment later, his mobile phone rang.

He picked it up in doubt, looked at the number displayed on the mobile phone, and then connected: "mmm..."

"What?" He stood up.

"Well..." He managed to suppress his inner excitement, put down his mobile phone and looked at Li Shouyi, who was sitting beside him.

"Governor..." His voice trembled.

"The target called..." "He said," he said, there are some poor people who want the federal Empire to accept... "

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the picture taken by the camera.

Beast sect leader code a.

Thirteen banqueting witches.

He's talking about the poor. Are they?

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