At the same time, on the cave road leading to the Mimir Hot Spring Market, Jiang Xueming was fighting with the criminals as a hostage.

Schopenhauer squeezed closer to the priest and asked in a low voice: "The Paris dream on your poster... doesn't seem quite right."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."

Schopenhauer: "Is there any service that I want? That is...these ladies are very good-looking, and they are indeed what I want."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah. Well..."

Schopenhauer: "But why are there only escort services? What does this emotional counseling mean?"

Jiang Xueming: "Whatever you think it means, that's what it means."

Schopenhauer: "Ah...hehe...there is quite a secret inside, and there are hidden secrets."

The fierce-looking Ajie on the other side laughed and said, "Father, do you also visit brothels?"

"I know a little bit..." Jiang Xueming joked casually: "I've been to a lot of places."

Ajie was even more disdainful: "A cleric like you, who preaches and preaches to induce people to do good things, talks about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but also goes to a brothel to have fun?"

"The main purpose is to enlighten the lost sheep, not just those involved in pornography, but also those who force women to break the law and commit crimes." Jiang Xueming told the truth: "Measure the world with two feet - the alley of fireworks is full of red and pink skeletons, and women sell their youth.

I can't just sit back and do nothing."

"Hey..." Ajie became excited: "So the priest is talking to the brothers in our war gang about the kindness in the Bible and the truth in mythology?"

"We don't talk often." Jiang Xueming continued, "Relying on words will definitely not work."

Big B, the co-pilot in the front row, argued: "I'm afraid the priest doesn't know the sufferings in the world. How can you still call people after entering a brothel? Those who are bought and sold, whether innocent or not, are all just for a meal."

——You are noble and noble. It's amazing."

"I don't mean that. I'm a humble person, so I can only do what I can." Jiang Xueming shrugged helplessly: "It was a good fate to save the old lady like today. She prescribes medicine to treat diseases in the medical clinic. It's absolutely impossible.

She didn’t deserve to die in the car of some brothers, so I had no wrong intention to take her as the hostage.”

"Brother?" Ajie raised his gun and sneered: "You deserve it?!"

The gun was pointed at Jiang Xueming's temple——

——At this moment, Andro and Big B, two psychics with extraordinary inspiration, clearly felt the cold murderous intent. The hairs on both of them stood up at the same time, like frightened birds stretching their bodies.

The car also stopped, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on the faces of the two front-seat passengers.

Big B looked out the window warily: "Where? Andro? Where is he?"

There is no light source in the deep cave, only car lights illuminate the narrow roadway.

"It seems...it seems to come from all directions..." Andro responded: "I can't feel the source. It blew past me all at once, like the wind, brushing past my face and wrapping me in it."

"Fuck...fuck...you're so stupid!" Big B's eyes oozed blood as he cursed: "Is it a disaster beast? Or is it a pursuer?"

"It should be a disaster beast..." Andro's hand holding the steering wheel was already soaked: "If it were a human, it would be too scary..."

Big B asked: "Can this road still go?"

"Let's go to another place, let's go to another place." Andro quickly reversed the car and wanted to change to a different cave and go to the fork to find another way back to the hot spring market.

Jiang Xueming was a little scared. He couldn't control himself. When facing the gun, he defended himself almost out of instinct. These overflowing inspiration pressure destroyed Andro and Big B's fighting will in an instant.

When they arrived at a vent, next to the abandoned station platform, the four brothers decided to get out of the car to repair themselves, change their clothes, destroy the evidence, and say goodbye to their impoverished life.

"Are we going to kill him?" Ajie looked at Jiang Xueming indifferently, and asked Big B: "He has seen our faces, leaving him alive will lead to endless troubles..."

Andro immediately retorted: "So many people in the medical office have seen your face, do you have to kill them all? Ajie! If you continue like this, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to live in Hedland!"

Brother B was still hesitating. After changing into another set of clothes, he decided to play a game with the priest.

"Little brother, I'll give you three sentences to convince me. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble."

Andro immediately said: "Isn't it necessary? Brother B, wouldn't it be good to leave him here to feed the disaster beast? There is no need to waste bullets, the disaster beast can dispose of the body without leaving any clues."

Schopenhauer still couldn't forget the dream of Paris in the poster, and begged Big B: "This young man has traveled all over the country and visited so many brothels. He must leave me the contact information of a few mamasangs, right? In case there is a beautiful young woman who stumbles."

Is my sister waiting for me to save her? Big B! You can’t ruin my good deeds!”

"Three words! Quick!" Big B grabbed Ajie's arm and asked Ajie to raise his gun.

Xueming raised his hands in surrender, still holding the Bible and the cross——

"——I have a bottle of panacea, it's just in my coat pocket. Let me see if I can use it as money to buy my life."

Big B called Andro to come forward and search him, and sure enough, he found a bottle of panacea labeled by Saladin Medical Clinic.

"What a good thing." Big B said with a smile: "What a pity, it's not enough, let me tell you the second sentence!"

Xueming then said: "I will give this old brother..."

He pointed at Schopenhauer——

"——Introduce someone to him."

"That's a great relationship! From now on, this will be my brother!" Schopenhauer immediately beamed.

Big B said with a cold face: "It's not enough, that's the last sentence."

Saying this, Ajie cocked the hammer and laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth almost broke to the base of his ears.

Xueming's face was covered in cold sweat, and his fingers were trembling unnaturally, as if he felt that his death was approaching.

"If I cook a meal for you, just use my own meat?"

"Genius!" Ajie said excitedly: "I just like your words, you are a sensible and well-behaved child!~"

Big B was very satisfied after hearing this. In the eyes of these ogres, slaves who take the initiative to cut meat and feed it to eagles are good slaves——

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! - This kind of ritual was common ten years ago. In order to show loyalty to the war gang, many sapiens cut off their own flesh and blood and dedicated them to the brothers in the war gang.

Meal, this is the highest etiquette to express surrender to the war gang. However, this etiquette gradually became less humane.

Once you reach a relatively civilized religious group, you will take the initiative to collect donations and hand over your property.

When I work in a more civilized company, I take the initiative to work overtime and give up my vacation.

At this moment, the priest wants to cut off the flesh and bleed it, and willingly offers the essence. This makes the two Old Money, Big B and Ajie, feel the "war gang friendship" - in different time and space, in the cold modern civilization, they reunite

I feel as happy as the New Year.

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...

Five hours later, Saladin's militiamen transported a tattered T300 back to the town.

There were also four war gang members with bruises and bruises on their faces, and a priest who was also covered in wounds.

"You mean, on the way to escape, these remnants of the war gang made a meal? After eating, they started talking nonsense and were confused. Finally, they hit a rock wall, and the car rolled down the stairs of the cave, and they fell unconscious.

Already?"

Jiang Xueming's face was bruised and bruised, his eyes were blurry, and there was a band-aid on the bridge of his nose. He was sent to the military station by armed employees and faced questioning by interrogating soldiers.

"yes."

The interrogator is a carefree black sister who can speak Chinese——

"——You, a hostage, are the first to wake up?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Interrogating soldier: "These guys are all blood-giving units, but you, a homo sapiens, are the least injured?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes...ah...no."

He quickly changed his words: "No, no, I was sitting in the back row, sandwiched in the middle, and the two robber friends on the left and right were used as meat mats."

The interrogating soldier took out the gunsmith's photo——

"——This is different from what they said."

Jiang Xueming: "Why is it different?"

Interrogator: "They said they met the gunsmith."

Jiang Xueming: "I'm not a gunsmith."

Interrogator: "But they say you are."

Jiang Xueming was handcuffed and raised his hand to identify the photo and then pointed to his ID card.

"I said he was not me, but they insisted that this was me. He must have been hallucinating after drinking."

Interrogator: "That's right. Some anesthetics were found in the blood test. This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Interrogator: "Why do you have the panacea from Saladin's Clinic on you?"

Jiang Xueming: "I'm poor, I stole it. I originally promised a father and daughter to help them exorcise demons, but I spent a lot of money, but it didn't work out, and I almost lost my life."

Interrogator: "Why did you steal the panacea? Did you know that this bottle contains fluoride waste liquid?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xueming shook his head: "I'm not used to the climate since I came to this place. I keep having diarrhea. I want to get some potion to cure myself."

The interrogator sister reminded impatiently: "You have a job! You have to pay for medical insurance! Why do you steal things from the operating room? Is this appropriate? You are still a priest!"

"I just like stealing things..." Jiang Xueming confessed frankly: "Sister, don't ask, the priests in other realms have much more serious quirks than me, and some like little boys. In such a comparison, do I look too much?

Normal?"

"Tsk..." the eldest sister corrected her: "Don't talk nonsense with me! Can you explain why these robbers regard you as a gunsmith?"

"Didn't I tell you everything? They took the panacea from me and drank it as wine. How can my brain still have clear cognition after taking the anesthetic? Why don't you find a psychiatrist to look at it for them?" Jiang Xueming said.

Halfway through, he suddenly realized: "Oh! I am a psychiatrist."
To be continued...