The limbs were lying on the ground as if they were broken. He could not use the stumps to create great works of art. For him, life seemed to have lost its meaning.
He even missed the "Gate of Hell" he made out of eighteen corpses, which was the greatest work in his life.
Now there are exactly eighteen people here, maybe we can create even more wonderful works than before!
"There is another person here who has not yet died. Let's take him back and hang him up first." Qi Dang casually threw the chief disciple away and flew directly towards the Night Demon.
Night Demon immediately stretched out his hands and caught him in the air. He laughed strangely and said, "It's finally my turn to hang someone else!"
The chief believer said angrily: "The God Dracula will not let you villains go!"
"Hahaha--"
Everyone laughed heartily, as if they were hearing a joke.
The God of God Dracula is the Holy Lord...well, the Holy Lord is not good, he is the second boss of the family.
Even if Satan comes, he will still be hung up in Youdu Prison!
"God of Dracula? Oh, it turns out you are a member of Dracula's cult!" A "Carp Fight" jumped up from the ground, came closer, looked at the chief believer, and asked.
The chief believer said bitterly: "So what?"
He rubbed his hands together and said: "Back then, I used eight followers of Dracula to build the Gate of Hell, because after they were given the power of Dracula, their skin would become very white.
The beauty of the human body can be reflected in the puzzle..."
When the chief believer heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a creepy feeling, and said in horror: "You... you are the limbed Drok of the Hell Cult?!"
The grafter looked at the chief believer and murmured: "This guy's status in the Dracula Cult is not low, and the corpse must be of extraordinary value..."
"Snapped!"
Qi Dangxian slapped him over and said, "Don't be nagging here. Let's finish the matter quickly. All the corpses will be taken away and cremated, and then scattered in the mountains to be used as fertilizer."
When the chief believer saw that the limb was slapped by Qi Dangxian and fell to the ground without even complaining at all, he felt even more chilled.
The Hell Cult is also one of the heretical sects in the Western world. They refute the teaching of the Holy Religion that people will go to heaven after death. Instead, they teach people to do all evil things and enter hell to serve evil gods and obtain eternal life.
"I bet you are also a heretic?" Qi Dangxian turned his head and glanced at the limb, and asked thoughtfully.
"What a heresy! I am just a prisoner in Youdu Prison who is about to change his mind." Jie Zhang said confidently, "The only god in my mind is the headmaster."
The resentful ghost couldn't help but said to the night demon: "Learn more."
The Night Demon held the chief believer, speechless for a while, and fell into deep thought.
Qi Dangxian did not kill the chief believer directly because the heresy was quite valuable to him.
After all, Pei Buqi fell into his hands because of a few heretics.
"Oh, wait, let me take a picture first and send it to the Pope." Qi Zhengzheng said casually, then took out his mobile phone to take a picture and send it to the Pope.
He told the Pope that on New Year's Eve, heretics attacked him. After a desperate battle with the heretics, eighteen people were eliminated. However, he himself was seriously injured and needed holy water to survive...
Because of the time difference, the Pope was still working at his desk. After seeing the message, he sneered and clicked on the photo, but he couldn't help but be surprised.
"This thug can do it! It's the New Year, and some holy water has emerged from the holy spring. Send him three tubes." The Pope looked at it and couldn't help but be satisfied.
The Holy Knights have never achieved such fruitful results as Qi Dingxian in all these years, so giving three tubes of holy water is not an exaggeration.
It's just that the Pope is still a little disgusted. This guy has ruined the atmosphere in the Holy Religion. Now from time to time, you can see a certain clergy praying in front of the statue of the Holy Lord, asking the Holy Lord to give you divine power so that you can practice the sacred secrets.
Whenever he saw these things, the Pope felt as uncomfortable as eating a dead fly, yet he still had to help Qi Bianxian lie.
The chief believer was directly hoisted under the big light in the square. Anyway, today was the Chinese New Year, and the prisoners were preparing to stay up all night. They were bored and used him as a toy.
The chief believer's physical fitness was quite outrageous and he could withstand the abuse, so the prisoners were treated even more like chicken blood.
"Can he vomit blood if I punch him three times? Let's start the game!" A prisoner as strong as an ox stood up.
"Can I piss on his face if I stand three meters away? Open the market!" Another talented guy stood up and began to unbuckle his belt.
The square was very lively and noisy, but the prison guards didn't care. They sat on the high wall holding their rifles and watched the scene below.
The chief believer wants to die. What the hell is this devil’s territory? Every one of them is so evil!
Greedy Wolf was sitting in the distance with a cigarette in his mouth. He felt that the joys and sorrows of human beings were not connected. This life... was really as lonely as snow!
As I was mourning the spring and remembering my glorious history, I suddenly felt myself enveloped in a chill. When I turned my head, I saw Jiuheng's burly figure approaching.
"Master Greedy Wolf, I heard that you are one of the top strong men in Youdu Prison, and I will meet you today!" Jiuheng said loudly, and attacked with fists as big as sandbags.
Two minutes later.
Greedy Wolf was lying in the square, and it started to snow.
"Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is blowing..." The king of the underground world couldn't help humming. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was so sad that his tears couldn't stop flowing.
Seeing this scene, Qi Dangxian couldn't help but shake his head, and said to Xiang Dongqing and Yang Guanguan beside him: "This Jiuheng is really too much. He broke one of his legs, and he was kicked by my father when he came back.
Even if you are celebrating the New Year, you have to beat me up..."
"He was really a king-like figure in the underground world?" Xiang Dongqing couldn't help but ask, feeling that Greedy Wolf was too miserable.
Qi Dingxiao smiled and let Xiang Dongqing and Yang Guanguan continue to eat snacks and drink wine to stay up late, while he went to a vacant cell in the prison area.
He lit a cigarette, placed it on the iron fence, reached out and made a sign of the cross, and said slowly: "Friend, may your soul turn into spiritual light, obey the call of the Holy Lord, and go to the kingdom of eternal life. Amen
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"Friends are rare in a person's life, and confidants are even rarer. There are certainly many people who seek benefits and compromise, but justice will always exist."
"If you follow an upright and honest life, you will surely end up with a clear conscience."
After saying this, he turned and left.
Once in the cell, the guy who always looked hopeless and sick said that even if the world was flooded, it had nothing to do with him.
But when justice called on him, he was able to drag his sick body forward and die generously.
"The most beautiful thing in the world is to have a few stern friends with upright minds and hearts." Qi Ding thought to himself and couldn't help but become very happy.
He was very happy because when he looked back on this life, at least it was not all about interests and contentment. He was so heroic and walked side by side with his friends.