Chapter 2282

Looking at the blood stained mattress, spreading like a pool of ink on the black bed, the murderer did not have any joy of revenge. He just calmly put away his weapons and took out his dagger to cut God's scalp.

Don't ask why, it's occupational disease.

This is his deal with the death knell. The man said that he would help him find God and kill him. If he did, he would take a certificate from the corpse, so that he would not forget it one day.

He has little confidence in his memory.

But the times have changed. Now there is a better way to prove that the death knell stopped his barbaric and primitive actions. Instead, he took a titanium mobile phone from his pocket and let the hanging turn over the body of Jesus and take a picture.

"Photography is actually more fun than scalping, unless you're going to retire to Africa as a circumcision executor." The mercenary threw the mobile phone to the saint, returned his charger and other accessories, and said a cold joke: "if you are not in a good mood one day, you can also take his photos to look at the relief."

The murderer took the phone and rubbed it with a withered finger. Jesus' painful face was magnified a lot.

"Thank you, but I won't use it, and I won't get paid for my work."

He refused the gift because he was a bounty hunter, not a beggar.

When doing things for others, he only needs to agree on the remuneration, does not need to manage the food and provide horses, he brings his own weapons, which is the most profitable way of action.

"It can be used to watch cartoons. When we get back to the boat, let the orangutan download some for you." Su Ming pushed the mobile phone back and let the strangulation begin to eat the body of Jesus to see if he could analyze the useful genes.

the answer is as like as two peas.

As for why he has those abilities, I am afraid it is the blessing of the concept of heaven. Of course, it may also be that the level of God in this world is too low to be regarded as a high-dimensional existence.

The memory is also a mess. There is no serious thing in Jesus' mind. He just eats, drinks, gambles, swindles and steals. He doesn't know any information about heaven or secrets of the world.

Born to be God, you are so confident that you don't have to worry about anything or understand it.

This made suming think of Thor. I'm afraid that there is nothing else in that guy's mind except hammering people. He doesn't know how many palaces there are in Asgard.

"Then I'll take it." When the saint killer heard that the mobile phone could watch cartoons, he immediately became fragrant. He put away his mobile phone and said, "you have fulfilled your promise. Next, it's my turn. Where are the people you want to kill? Take me."

"Don't worry about it. You can go to heaven with Fiore first. There are many crazy and abnormal angels there. Clean up together to protect the earth." Su Ming pointed to the door, two people in the door to explore: "when you sit on this side of the God's position, we will proceed to the next step."

"Me? God? " The murderer frowned.

The funeral bell took off its mask, put away its weapons, and turned around and said, "yes, this is your world after all. You don't want it to be left unattended and become desolate?"

"I thought you wanted to be God. No, I should say I thought you were another god or a devil or something like that." The butcher looked at the door and said slowly, and the two angels kept nodding.

as like as two peas, they really thought the bell was another God from outside, looking like the same mortal, but powerful and omniscient.

Su Ming picked up the black whip on the wall and pushed it into the bag and walked out of the room. He took the wave from Haley and stride away in the frightened eyes of the crowd: "

, after all, I am not." People in this world don't want to manage such a dark and crazy world. I am very satisfied with my human identity. "

"Even being a God has many advantages?"

The butcher followed, his cowboy hat lowered, his eyes shining.

The knell shook his head. He took out a bottle of wine and toasted Bobo. He answered the saint's question:

"don't say what it has. It depends on what I want. It's useless to give me more things I don't like. It's really poisonous to believe in this kind of things. I just need to keep myself from becoming a" cold and pale sun ". I have to work as a god of men? No more. "

Harry put her arm around him, her head on his shoulder, and she grinned and waved to the butcher, as if to drive away flies: "go, go, our Bell says no, don't, what are you trying to do?"

The saint took a look at her and didn't speak any more, but it could be seen that he seemed to be much more relaxed.

Although Su Ming didn't even turn his eyes, he had seen all the small movements and micro expressions through the vision sharing of strangling.

He can understand the worries of the killer saints. After all, he thinks that God took his wife and children. Now everyone has killed Jesus. After all, if the wife and daughter are resurrected and there is a death knell above, can the saints be at ease?

It must not be. Being caught by others is the most frightening thing for a person who has suffered a loss once.There is only one short contract between the two sides for the assassination mission. In the future, who is right...

in this world, only when the murderer himself becomes God can he rest assured that anyone who sits in that position will be regarded as a thorn in his eye and a potential threat.

Su Ming doesn't have to be involved in this kind of dungpit.

There is nothing else in this world except for all kinds of abnormal and psychosis. All the stories are absurd and desperate.

Do you really want to experience these emotions? It's more direct to go to the Warhammer universe to see the imperial soldiers fighting green skin.

Instead, it is the best way to make friends by giving God's place to the killers. The value of the world can't be compared with that of a killer. This is something that orangutans can see.

Bobo was holding a shiver. I don't know why. I feel like someone was talking about him just now?

fat and thin angels have completely become road leaders. They sneak into the paradise with the killers and the death knell. It doesn't look like it is like a utopian City, or a large petrochemical production base.

The butcher went to the high-level angels alone. He was going to kill the high-level angels as a celebration, while Su Ming and others had other goals and went to the Department where Xiaoshou and xiaopang used to work.

Heaven is full of cold metal stone, pale light everywhere, those who were asked by the former God to supervise the performance of the angels are simply demons in human skin.

"But they don't have black hearts."

Su Ming said with a smile, and at the same time pulled his arm out of the chest of a tall monster corpse, showing his heart as big as basketball to Xiao Pang and Xiao Pang.

The black liquid, like ink, fell to the ground, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

"So in the past, we went down to fight with the devil and came back hard from life to death, and the result was another devil to judge..." the fat Angel clenched his fist, and his anger was obviously on his face.

In front of several people, there are countless low-level angels with no expression. They look numb and tired, but their eyes are not empty, just like Su Ming's appearance when he first saw the fat and thin couple.

"That's all over." The thin man took his hand and comforted him. Then he looked at the bell: "do you really want to lead us? You are obviously more kind and more like a good God than a killer saint. "

"Poof!" Bobo sprayed all the wine in his mouth. The world is so crazy that even the death knell has become a good pronoun here!

It's really dark in the day and night. The angels don't know what the multi universe darkness is. The death knell doesn't pay attention to your value. Even if you are lucky, you still take the initiative to send it to your door. Do you want to die?

"No, William can merge Genesis into Messiah, and then become God through the concept of Trinity." Su Ming twisted off the two corners of the devil's head, ready to go back to manwei and ask someone to knock out a decoration: "and I'm an outsider. I'm not sure whether I'm recognized by the world. What if fusion creation blows up?"

"..."

"but I promised that I would let you go to the peak of your life, which I did not forget. I will tell William in a moment that you will be his right and left hand to help him control the rest of the angels after the cleansing of heaven. By the way, I will prepare a new personalized suit for you."

With that, the bell took out two pieces of hard paper, one black and one white, rolled into two long cones, fixed with a stapler, and made two high hats.

Dip your fingers in the blood of the devil at your feet. On the white hat, write "wealth at first sight." dip it in the devil's white brain. On the black hat, write "peace in the world.".

White hat to little thin, black hat to little fat.

"Very well, a smiling face, tall and thin; a sad face, short and fat." Su Ming put his hat on the heads of the two angels and patted them on the shoulder earnestly: "the blazing angel is too bad to hear. From today on, you are black and white impermanence. Come on, take good care of you."

The two angels in high hats were very moved. They seemed to see hope and dawn, as well as a bright future.

Thank you

They cried out in unison. It's really a tacit understanding.

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