The next day, at 10 o'clock in the morning, in Zhao Song's gym.

Zhao Song sat cross-legged on the ground.

He watched the people in the gym practice each other.

The gym mainly teaches two kinds of things.

Culture, martial arts.

Martial arts are mainly used to strengthen the body, and general martial arts can only strengthen the body. It is better for ordinary people to admit defeat by taking firearms in front of them.

Zhao Song didn't expect to teach some monsters that pinch bullets.

What he wants is a community of interests.

People who exercise together will always become a community of interests.

Just like the East used to forbidden martial arts, the court at that time was not afraid of martial arts, without swords, guns, swords and halberds, empty-handed warriors were greedy in front of a large number of troops.

No matter how powerful a warrior is, he will have to feel regret when he comes to the cavalry!

What they fear is the unity of warriors.

It is really troublesome to unite the martial arts group.

To be precise, it is very troublesome to be united as long as people are united.

The Black Panther back then was united, and several leaders caught each other and finally disappeared.

Zhao Song also followed their old path.

But he was not worried that he would follow in the footsteps of Black Panther.

Because he has a system.

This is American comics! If you don’t unite, there is no one outside that is easy to deal with.

He looked at his system.

The favorable impression of the Golden Mother Yuanjun has reached 5%. It seems that sacrifice is indeed useful.

Jinmu Yuanjun is a generous rich woman.

As long as she is satisfied, she will not be stingy with her rewards.

As for the believer's treasure chest, Zhao Song calculated that there was only one difference.

I guess I can open the treasure chest today.

I just don’t know what good things can be opened from it this time.

He looked at the people who were practicing enthusiastically, clapped his hands and told them to take a break.

Zhao Song was very satisfied with these believers. Although they were not as famous as the high-ranking officials, there was a lot of news, which was the information Zhao Song got from these inconspicuous people.

These people seem to be at the bottom of the house, but in fact, their friends and relatives are either in gangs or at the bottom of the company. Although they seem inconspicuous, they are united together, but they are a force that cannot be underestimated.

This may be the power of the masses!

He just mastered a little bit and felt the power was huge.

If he had brought the entire bottom of New York together...

Zhao Song could not imagine it.

He made a cup of Tieguanyin for himself, and as soon as he took a sip, he saw two people walking in from the door.

Seeing these two people, Zhao Song narrowed his eyes slightly.

These two people are not simple characters.

A black guy in front was wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket, and was supported by the people next to him.

It looks like he was injured.

It was the black guy who was being helped to get caught in the black magic and an unpleasant stench emanated from his body.

As for the other person, he had many weapons on him, some of them were real things dipped in holy water.

These things hit dark creatures, which are no less than strong acids and alkalis, and are astonishingly lethal.

Is this a demon hunter, exorcist, or a vampire hunter?

The two of them met Zhao Song, and the person who supported the black buddy clearly showed joy.

"Master."

He gave an inappropriate gift, folded his hands together and looked like a monk.

Zhao Song sat down and asked cross-legged, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The other disciples are not surprised. This has happened more than once, and several desperate people have come to find the master, hoping to get the master's help.

Of course, they were not all helped.

Some people can help, while others cannot.

The Grandmaster is a principled person.

Some of the rejected people want to be anxious, but unfortunately, they found the wrong place.

No one here is vegetarian.

Those who offend the master were beaten up to come in and out horizontally.

The Blade Warrior lost his companion's support and half-kneeled on the ground. The fierce battle with the vampire last night almost cost him his life. In order to kill them, the vampire spent a huge price this time!

A viscount personally brought his commando to harvest the lives of the blade warriors.

Unfortunately, they failed.

These people were killed by the Blade Warrior, and the Blade Warrior was seriously injured. Because of the black magic, his body's ability to heal himself was curbed.

He was shot last night.

The weapons of those vampire commandos also carry poison.

If the Blade Warrior had not been cursed, he might have been a little weak now and a bullet would come out after a surgery.

But after being cursed, his wounds could not heal and he was on the verge of death!

Master Whistler had no choice but to bring him to Zhao Song in broad daylight and pray for help.

He saluted and said, "We have heard that Master you are extraordinary and your character is great, so we want you to help us."

"You haven't mentioned your identity yet."

Zhao Song said calmly, it was useless to wear a high hat to him.

Master Whistler knew this, so he said, “This is my good brother, vampire hunter, blade warrior.”

"Blade Warrior?"

Zhao Song raised his eyelids and became a little interesting.

All the Blade Warriors appeared.

He looked at the Blade Warrior and said in unquestionable words: "Take off your clothes and let me see."

The Blade Warrior took off his leather jacket in pain.

There was a purple radiation wound on his skin, and his blood vessels also turned purple.

Next to the purple blood vessels and under the skin, there is black magic.

Zhao Song took a glance and knew that he was cursed by a voodoo warlock?

“What do these purple wounds represent?”

Zhao Song asked with interest, it was the first time he had seen this toxin.

Master Whistler said: "This is a vampire's toxin, which is also a curse."

“It’s really interesting.”

Zhao Song looked up and down, and he suddenly asked, "You are the one who started killing in the midnight bar in the first half of the night. Blade Warrior, you are so brave. You dare to smash the midnight dad's place."

The curse on the Blade Warrior comes from Dad Midnight.

Daddy Midnight hasn't taken action for a long time. When he was young, he faced thirteen demons with names alone without any disadvantages.

But later, after he had a permanent birth, he became "steady" and did not take action easily.

And judging from the curse on the Blade Warrior, such a fierce curse should have been recently put.

If it were before.

The Blade Warrior is probably going to be cold for a long time.

This curse shall not exceed two days at most.

To count this, the person who broke into Midnight Daddy's bar yesterday should be the Blade Warrior. This rash man started killing at Midnight Daddy's bar, then killed the zombies and left Midnight Bar.

This is simply shitting and peeing on Daddy's face at midnight!
To be continued...