() The moonlight is cold and the Duanmu Mansion is quiet. The occasional barking of a dog or two does not affect the quiet atmosphere.
Duanmukong looked nervous and walked around in the inner courtyard uneasily. From time to time, he looked back at his father Duanmuxing's bedroom. He had just come out of there not long ago. He still remembered what Duanmuxing told him, no matter what
He also wanted to kill Luo Manduo. Duanmu Heng's stubbornness made him very angry. At that time, he wanted to kick him - was Luo Manduo something he could touch? Let's not talk about such embarrassing things as not being able to win.
, he just couldn't pass Jin Ling'er's level no matter what. But why was that old guy so stubborn and insisted on killing Luo Manduo?
A ray of light that was slightly brighter than the moonlight suddenly flew in from the top of an outer wall. Duanmukong didn't notice this ray of light at all. He didn't notice it until the ray of light hovered in front of him. He suddenly noticed
Realizing something, he looked horrified, fell to his knees on the ground, and said nervously: "See, see...Master."
Duanmukong has only one master, and that is Jin Ling'er, who doesn't even have a body.
Tonight, Jin Ling'er came, but Luo Manduo didn't. This made Duanmukong feel surprised, and he felt even more unsure.
Jin Ling'er appeared, the moonlight was cold, she was also wearing a pale white dress, she looked exactly like a gorgeous female ghost, and her vagina was miserable - according to the standards of the world where Luo Manduo lived.
, she is actually a female ghost.
"Master is here late at night, what can I do?" Duanmukong asked tentatively. He was careful when he spoke, for fear that if he made a mistake somewhere, he would be triggered by a Fire God curse, and he would have to die again. The pain of being tortured by a curse
, indeed more uncomfortable than death.
Jin Ling'er said: "Of course I have something to do. Why should I come here to you if I have nothing to do?" After a pause, she then said: "Go and transfer all the guards who are patrolling the night. No one is allowed to come over."
"What does the master want to do?"
"Duanmukong, do I need to explain to you why I asked you to do something? If you ask one more word, I will recite a mantra for you." Jin Ling'er reached out and held a flower finger.
Duanmukong jumped up and ran, shouting: "Night watchman, follow me! Night watchman, follow me! Quick, quick, quick!"
As soon as the night watchman was transferred away, a dark shadow climbed over the wall, and after a few shakes, he arrived at Jin Ling'er's side. He was none other than someone wearing black night clothes and a black cloth hood on his head.
Luo Manduo, there was no part of his body that was not black. Only his eyes and a section of his nose were exposed, and the rest was completely covered by black cloth.
Luo Manduo's posture when he stopped his body was clean and neat, very chic.
Jin Ling'er sneered, "What do you look like? A nightwalker? No, I look like a leper."
Luo Manduo was not in the mood to argue with her. He glanced at Duanmu Heng's bedroom door and walked straight over.
The room is very spacious, and the furniture and furnishings in the room are all valuable and high-quality. White candles are burning on several pure gold candlesticks. There is no oil smoke or any strange smell, but a faint smell.
The scent of sandalwood soothes the mind and soothes the mind. Even the candles are of the highest quality. On a large carved bed, Duanmu Heng was sound asleep, unaware that anyone had entered his room.
Duanmu Heng is just an ordinary old man. Although he had the experience of practicing mysterious spiritual power when he was young, he achieved nothing in the end. This is not because his qualifications are too dull, but because he spends too much time on women's bellies.
He spent it on commercial activities to plunder people's wealth and anointing. However, such an old man used the bloody money he earned to buy the baronage of the Netherworld Cult.
"Baron of the Netherworld Cult? Humph, do you think you spent money to buy a title, and you are the only one who touches me, but I dare not touch you? You are too naive." Luo Manduo sneered.
Jin Ling'er said: "Have you thought clearly? Once you sign the soul contract, there is no room for maneuver."
"Isn't he just a baron bought with money? Compared with his status as a baron, as a warrior of the Holy War of the Netherworld Cult and a holy guard of the temple, Duanmukong is at greater risk for us to control Duanmukong?"
Luo Manduo said.
Jin Ling'er nodded. She actually didn't want to serve an old man like Duanmu Heng. She actually had a standard in mind for the soul slave she wanted, that is, a young and handsome type, and they must have a strong mysterious spirit.
Work hard to cultivate.
Luo Manduo took out the "Fire Bible" and a small knife. With these two tools, he and Jin Ling'er had controlled Chen Ziqiao. Now they have some experience in doing this kind of thing.
Now, I am familiar with the road.
As soon as Duanmu Heng's right index finger was scratched, Duan Mukong ran in. He saw the "Fire Bible" and his father's bloody finger. Just at this moment, Duanmu Heng woke up from the pain.
"You guys -" Duanmu Heng had just opened his sleepy eyes, and before he could see clearly who was standing in front of him, he suddenly saw a group of black shadows flying toward his face.
Bang! Luo Manduo punched Duanmuheng on the forehead. Duanmuheng grunted and fainted again.
"What are you going to do?" Duanmukong said nervously: "My father is old, and his life will not hinder you. Even if you kill him, it will not have much effect. Please don't kill him...he
After all, he is my father, just tell me what you want to do, and I will definitely complete it!"
"Kill him? If that is the purpose, I will just send someone here, or I will let you do it yourself." Luo Manduo sneered.
A chill suddenly ran down Duanmukong's back. Indeed, if Luo Manduo or Jin Ling'er asked him to kill his father, Duan Mukong, he would have no way to refuse. He could not resist Jin Ling'er's divine curse torture. If
If faced with it, he would rather die. But how much courage does it take for a person to end his own life?
"Get out!" Jin Linger said: "We are not here to kill your father. We are here to turn your father into a person like you. He has caused us too much trouble. Only in this way can the problem be solved once and for all.
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"Aren't you here to kill my father? That's great, I'm leaving, I'm leaving right away." Duanmukong's expression suddenly relaxed a little. If this is the case, it is not impossible for him to accept it. After all, even he himself is
Jin Ling'er's soul slave. As long as Jin Ling'er doesn't recite the Fire God mantra, there will be no problem.
Duanmukong quickly exited the dormitory, carefully closing the door when he went out.
The soul contract was also prepared a long time ago. Luo Manduo grabbed Duanmu Heng's index finger and clearly wrote the name "Duanmu Heng" on the contract. Then, he grabbed the chamber pot placed under the bed and put it into the contract.
The stinky liquid contained in the chamber pot poured all over Duanmu Heng's face.
"Pfft..." Duanmukong's nostrils were blocked by the liquid, and Duanmukong opened his mouth wide like a thirsty fish. Then the smelly liquid poured into his throat, choking him and waking him up.
"It stinks, you're so disgusting!" Jin Ling'er yelled dissatisfied and covered her nose. She actually couldn't smell any smell. It was just a subconscious reaction to be so pretentious. Most girls reacted badly in this situation.
Everyone will have this reaction.
Duanmu Heng, who had just woken up from being choked, also smelled the stench on his body, and he suddenly understood what liquid he had just been poured into by the man in black in front of him. His head was filled with anger and surprise, as well as fear and
Hatred, in short, many intense emotions filled his head, and his mind was in a mess.
"Do you understand what happened?" Luo Manduo looked at Duanmu Heng and asked.
"Here comes someone-" Duanmukong opened his throat and shouted.
"Jin Ling'er, I leave it to you." Luo Manduo said, and then slapped Duanmu Heng on the cheek. This was the first time he slapped this old man who had tried to kill himself several times.
Jin Ling'er held a flower finger and recited: "Huo Ri La Por Num Mi, Namo Amitabha Ri La, than Sydney!"
"Ah - ah -" Duanmu Heng rolled over on the bed. He held his head with both hands and kept pulling his own hair with too much force. Many hairs were torn off by him, but that
The indescribable pain continued, torturing every inch of his nerves and even every cell!
Duanmukong outside the door clenched his hands into fists and said with tears in his eyes: "Dad, if you bear it longer, if you bear it longer, as long as you are obedient, this pain will soon pass..."
Duanmukong is very filial, which is his only advantage.
In the room, Jin Ling'er continued to recite the Fire God's Mantra, and Luo Manduo explained beside him: "Master Duanmu, maybe you still don't understand what happened. Let me explain it to you now. The girl standing next to me,
She is your master now, and you signed a soul contract with her. To put it bluntly, you are now her soul slave..."
Luo Manduo finally finished explaining, and Jin Ling'er also stopped reciting the Fire God's Mantra. Duanmu Heng had already been dying of pain, lying on the bed like a dead dog. He looked at Jin Ling'er in horror, and he finally found out
, Jin Ling'er is a person who does not exist. In fact, Jin Ling'er deliberately lowered the reality of her illusion to let him see clearly. The more mysterious and supernatural something is, the more intimidating it is. She is very concerned about this aspect.
His control is already perfect.
"You, you are..." Duanmu Heng looked at Luo Manduo, guessing the appearance behind the mask.
"The person you want to kill in your dreams is the city lord Luo Manduo." Luo Manduo took off his black cloth hood, revealing his face. There was a hateful smile on his face.
Not knowing where he got the strength from, Duanmu Heng suddenly climbed up from the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch Luo Manduo's neck, and yelled ferociously: "Sure enough, you kid is causing trouble!"
Luo Manduo took a step back.
Jin Ling'er snorted coldly, twirled her fingers, and then recited: "Huo Ri La Ping Num Mi, Namo Amitabha Ri, better than Sydney!"
"Ah - ah - don't read it anymore! I was wrong, I was wrong... I beg you, please stop reading it..." Duanmu Heng rolled off the bed and rolled all over the floor.
"Now do you know who I am? Not only can I make you suffer, I can also take your life and make you die in the most painful way, you will never imagine the pain. I want you to remember,
From today on, you must not only obey my orders, but also Luo Manduo's orders. To a certain extent, I am him, he is me, and we are all your masters." Jin Ling'er shouted: "Hit me.
Wake up, remember?"
"Remember!" Duanmuheng still had the slightest bit of energy, but he didn't dare to miss a word. Every time Jin Ling'er recited the spell, he felt like he had walked away from the gate of hell, and he didn't want to die.
Let’s try again.
"Very good, Duanmu Heng, I will close your casino and brothel tomorrow. There will be no business anyway." Luo Manduo said.
Duanmu glanced at Jin Ling'er longingly.
"Humph!" Jin Ling'er glared at him.
Duanmu Heng suddenly trembled, and then said: "I'll close it, I'll close it, I'll close it tomorrow."
"Well, there is one more small request..." Luo Manduo said: "I've been having a bad time recently and I keep losing at cards. Can you always lend me some money to spend?"
Duanmu Heng, "..."
Outside the door, Duanmukong's tears finally flowed down.