The possession and use of prohibited objects must meet the conditions of containment and use.

This is the power of taboo, which always comes with a price.

The assassin god looked at Lin Fan in astonishment, his voice trembling: "How do you know this? Who are you!"

Forbidden objects are hidden even in the God Realm!

Only a few powerful gods know this kind of thing.

"explain!"

The Shura knife was pressed against the neck of the assassin god, and the cold blade made him withdraw from his thoughts.

"Don't kill me!" The Assassin God said quickly: "Containment conditions: single forever!"

"Conditions of use: Before each use, two gods' souls must be sacrificed!"

Forbidden objects, extremely evil!

Every time you use it, you have to sacrifice the souls of two gods!

Bai Qi's scalp suddenly became numb: "What an evil taboo thing!"

Lu Bu's face also darkened: "I will never use this mask!"

Of course, the two of them had no feelings about sacrificing souls to gods, but the containment conditions were terrifying enough!

Forever single!

Lu Bu firmly refused. Although he could transform into someone else, there must be many benefits.

But, he only got to this point because of Diao Chan!

Wouldn't it kill him if he was single forever?

"Lu Bu has Diao Chan, what do you have? You are so scared!" Lin Fan looked at Bai Qi.

Bai Qi covered his crotch and said: "I'm such a hot-blooded person, I, I can't annihilate my descendants... What if I fall in love with some girl in the future!"

In his era, the most important thing was to carry on the family line! As the saying goes, there are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having offspring.

Lu Bu said to Lin Fan: "It's up to you to use this forbidden object, you are the most suitable."

Lin Fan: "..."

For a moment, the three of them started to give in to each other while holding this extremely precious and extremely powerful forbidden object!

The holding conditions are really scary!

Forever single!

The God of Assassins laughed: "Hahaha, do you know why it is called a forbidden object? This all comes with a price!"

"I still got married, gave birth to the son of God, and then became single again. Only then did I dare to hold this forbidden object!"

"This is a forbidden object of Loki, the God of Trickery! His bad taste is the most feared thing in the God Realm!"

"Do you weak humans really dare to bear such a price?"

It's really bad fun.

Why do you have nothing to do to create a shelter where you will always be single?

This is clearly making fun of people!

Lin Fan was silent for a long time, still undecided. This was really equivalent to physical castration.

Lin Fan finally wrapped the taboo items in cloth, stuffed them into his arms and said, "We'll take them back for a meeting and see who they give them to... If that doesn't work, I can give them to the abbot. Anyway, the monk is single...

…”

Abbot: "???"

After saying that, Lin Fan picked up the Shura Sword, looked at the god who was still laughing wildly, and said softly: "Is there anything else on you?"

The god subconsciously replied: "No, that's it. Can you let me go?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Then you can die."

"You..." The god's eyes suddenly widened, "You promised... that you will practice martial ethics!"

Talk about martial ethics?

Lin Fan raised the Shura Knife with a ferocious smile: "I am the shameless Shura in your eyes."

Shameless Shura.

Don’t talk about martial ethics!

This guy is an invading enemy. Now that the knife is on his neck, what qualifications does he have to bargain with!

The god begged loudly: "Don't kill me. I can tell you some things about the divine world. I can..."

"I know everything you want to say."

"Buzz!"

The sword roars!

The Shura sword is like a black dragon, and the dark sword light splits the neck into two!

Blood spilled and heads fell!

This god who was sleeping in the land of Daxia died when he woke up!

Lin Fan opened his right hand with great skill and said softly: "Now, stand up."

Dark flames danced.

The word "Shura" hangs high!

The ghosts and gods were grinning, and countless chains swept out, locking the corpse tightly, and pulled out a transparent body amidst the painful wails.

That is the noble soul of the god.

at the same time.

Free State, construction site No. 501, the location of the Hope Shelter.

General Mike led a thousand-man security team and slowly walked out of the ruins of a bunker-like building.

Behind him, the workers who had previously gone on strike and rioted had put down their weapons and began to work in an orderly manner again. The stopped machinery began to roar again, and the entire construction site once again began to operate in an orderly manner like a machine.

There was even a team of workers pushing away the roadblocks, clearing the blocked traffic thoroughfares, and starting to transport building materials and earth debris again.

"General Mike, this..." the commanding officer looked stunned.

"Fortunately, I lived up to my mission." Mike chuckled and said, "After my arduous negotiations, I used 500 quotas to quell this riot."

For a moment, the commanding officer's face was full of admiration: "General Mike, you are so awesome, you didn't fire a single shot..."

"These thugs are very stupid." Mike said calmly: "As I said, all they want is to survive as much as possible."

"But their emotions are still unstable, so I have to take some precautions..."

Mike said, picked up the satellite phone and dialed a number.

An old voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mike? I heard that there was a large-scale riot of 300,000 people just now, and you were also in danger..."

"Father, I have taken care of it." Mike said calmly: "They made very exaggerated demands, asking that each of them survive...After my bargaining, it was finally reduced to 500 places. Now they have continued to resume work.

Already."

As soon as these words came out, the old man on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Mike, you are worthy of being my son!"

"Those stupid poor people... haha, they gave up resistance after only 500 quotas! They are indeed short-sighted poor people! No wonder they can only work hard now!"

"Mike, you did a good job this time. You helped us recover a huge loss! The riot of 300,000 people, if not stopped in time, will seriously affect the construction! Moreover, if it affects other construction sites...

Mike, I’m lucky to have you this time!”

Mike smiled: "This is what I should do. I would like to follow in my father's footsteps."

"But, father." Mike suddenly said seriously: "A riot of 300,000 people cannot happen again."

"Once it happens again, I am not sure that negotiations will be settled again, which will greatly affect the construction progress and affect our interests!"

"In order to avoid any further accidents happening here, why don't I personally station here and take full responsibility for the security of this place and supervise these workers to prevent them from getting into trouble again."

"Okay, very good," the old man on the other end of the phone hesitated: "But these 300,000 workers have already tasted the sweetness... If those workers riot again, you will be in danger. It's better to give them all...

"

There was a hint of cold murderous intent in the old man's calm words.

Even if the workers who rioted have stopped rioting, can they still stay?

They tasted the sweetness!

If you don’t get it right, it will be more troublesome in the future!

As for Jishihui, there is no shortage of people working now. 200 million people are competing for the 200,000 places, and everyone is working hard!

The lives of 300,000 people sometimes just depend on someone’s idea and the weighing of pros and cons!
To be continued...