Chapter 021 The hell boss sends blessings to you, are you afraid?
"It seems...you are having a lot of fun with my servants..."
As a voice suddenly appeared in everyone's mind, a figure covered in black robe slowly walked out of the darkness behind the door.
Using the slightly dim light from the crystal chandelier in the room after half of the bulbs were blown out, Flomingo gradually saw half of the man in black robes' lower jaw... turned out to be a hollow white bone!
Staring at the two blue flames dancing in the empty eye sockets under the shadow of the black robe, the gang boss took a deep breath and forced an ugly smile.
"This, my lord, this is just a misunderstanding..."
Brother Floming was really scared at this moment.
Even thugs who kill many people will still be afraid when faced with such a completely unscientific existence.
Especially after discovering that the firearm is ineffective.
He is now afraid that the other party will say, "Since you have offended me, I will take away your souls." Then he will directly use an evil spell to extract his soul, and even death will not be able to free him.
Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have any intention of killing him.
"Is it a misunderstanding... Then forget it this time, remember you owe me twenty-four souls."
The emotionless and terrifying voice in his mind made all the survivors feel their eyebrows pounding.
As if the stimulation to these living people was not enough, the mysterious skeleton in black robe suddenly stretched out his hand, and the already cold corpse of the unlucky guy whose head was shot by a ricochet suddenly exploded!
Among the disgusting pieces of meat on the ground, two pale skeletons with bloodshot eyes climbed up from their original corpse positions in an extremely unscientific manner.
"Oh my God!"
"Gods, save me!"
…
Faced with this horrific scene, the whole room suddenly started to howl like ghosts and wolves, and even some weird smells emerged.
Those who could still move rolled and crawled and hid in the corner, fearing that the evil presence in front of them would become the next one to explode.
They were obviously over-worrying, and the evil visitors simply ignored these miscellaneous fish.
The two relatively thin skeletons that were summoned walked behind the black-robed skeleton with steps that left blood marks.
One fell to his knees and the other stood upright.
Then the skeleton continued to twist and deform, and finally turned into a real skeletal chair!
Seeing the mysterious visitor sitting on a chair made of two freshly baked bones, Flomingo, who didn't know if the other party was trying to scare the monkeys, smiled awkwardly, and then roared at a group of screaming men:
"Those who have no eyesight, didn't you see the distinguished guest coming? Get out of here and come... Sir, what kind of drink do you want?"
"Please bring me a glass of virgin blood, thank you."
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and get it for the adults!"
After some chaos, although the floor was still full of blood, flesh and filth, at least the room became quiet.
Brother Floming, who was sweating on his forehead, looked at the black-robed skeleton monster in front of him and didn't know how to describe it, and asked cautiously:
"Sir, what do you call me?"
Held, who was possessed by Alvin with his mind and controlled remotely, looked at the nervous gang boss opposite him and chuckled.
"I thought you might have heard my name. My name is...yeah"
Brother Floming pondered for a moment, then suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"The legendary... hell messenger?"
According to ancient myths and legends, the messenger of hell—ye, is a special existence that walks between the world and hell.
It foretells disaster and death to humans. According to legend, he appears when many kingdoms are destroyed. Some legends point out that Jesus is also the controller of plagues.
As for image...
"Skeleton in black robe?!"
When Brother Floming thought of this, he almost pissed himself with fear.
Do the supreme heaven and the abyss of hell really exist?
Thinking about what he has done in his life, this gang boss is in bad shape.
However, Held, who called himself "Yeah", or Ivan behind him, did not pay attention to the opponent's three views that were being subverted, and raised his hand again.
bite!
With a crisp sound, an ancient gold coin fell to the ground from its fingertips.
Next, more and more gold coins appeared out of thin air and began to fall. With crisp collisions, countless gold coins collided and stacked, eventually forming a shocking little "gold mountain"!
"I haven't been here for two hundred years, and a lot of interesting changes seem to have happened to human beings, so I plan to exchange some of today's currency for some interesting little things.
I don’t think you will refuse such a simple transaction, right?”
After looking at the "golden mountain" piled up with at least a thousand gold coins at the opponent's feet, and then looking at the purple energy that the opponent kept playing with on his fingertips, Brother Floming instantly felt at ease.
That’s it? It really scared me to death!
As long as you don't want to take away my soul, you can do whatever you want!
"No problem, I'll make arrangements right away!"
"Don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, and don't forget that people... are going to die after all..."
"Of course not! But... Mr. Messenger, such a large amount of money must be old banknotes that are easy to circulate. It is really difficult to collect it in the middle of the night. You see...
No, no, no, I have no other intention... One hour, I will definitely send you at least 10 million in one hour!"
Faced with the silent gaze of the legendary being in front of him, which made people's souls tremble, Flomingo, whose heart almost stopped, immediately picked up his cell phone and began to roar wildly.
Shake people, move money!
But it has to be said that this king of the dark side of the city does have a profound background. He actually made a series of phone calls and confirmed that he would definitely be able to raise 10 million.
Although this amount of money is not a lot for a guy of his level, you must know that this is an emergency transfer of money in the middle of the night, and it is all cash and old banknotes.
Such substantial capital accumulation immediately impressed Alvin.
"It seems that this guy is indeed a high-quality long-term trading partner. When he becomes stronger in the future, he will directly kill the donkey and squeeze out a big one..."
While someone was thinking about how to kill Flomingo in the future, the gangster finally felt relieved after making sure that the money would be available.
Looking at the "Hell Boss" in front of him, his mind began to become active.
As a god of hell that has been recorded in the most primitive mythology, although his status does not seem to be as high as that of the Lord of Death, the frequency of his appearances is not low at all. He can be regarded as the most powerful group of underworld gods under the Lord of Death.
And in many countries, it is the official god that is officially worshiped!
Compared with such an unimaginable existence, the officials he hooked up with were nothing!
If he really takes advantage of today's opportunity to establish contact with the other party, or even becomes the other party's spokesperson, then he will be completely prosperous.
The most important thing is that even if the soul returns to hell after death, I still have a backer!
Of course, Brother Floming, who was suspicious by nature, had doubts about whether the other party was a fake.
But when he faced the other person directly, the trembling that could not help but emerge from the depths of his soul, and the coldness that penetrated his bones (001 stood behind him and smiled silently, revealing countless dark sharp teeth), made him sure.
Even if this person is not the legendary messenger of hell, he is definitely one of the most powerful evil spirits in the abyss of hell. In short, it is absolutely no problem to kill himself.
So
——Lick, lick hard!
As long as you hug this thigh bone, it will be really developed!
But it's a pity that the Hell Messenger seems to have no intention of accepting his little brother.
Until an hour later, the "huge mountain of money" consisting of 10 million and 3.2 million banknotes disappeared with the touch of the bone-white palm.
Whether it was the Hell Messenger, the skeletal warrior who had been standing at the door, or even the two skeletons used as stools, they all disappeared in an instant with the sudden emergence of a magical circle and a brilliant beam of light.
Yeah, I didn’t even bother with Brother Floming who kept flattering me.
"Sir, are you leaving?"
After waiting for a long time without getting a response, Brother Floming finally determined that the other party must have left, and suddenly slammed the table in frustration.
Damn it!
Wealth has always been found in danger, but I didn't seize such a good opportunity!
What is a bunch of weird ancient gold coins?
Even if you make money, how much can you make, tens of millions?
Do you really dare to sell these "god-given" gold coins indiscriminately?!
But if the Hell Messenger didn't take out the gold coins and exchanged them for other mysterious treasures, or even took nothing at all, that would actually be the best result.
Being able to exchange money for the favor of a true god is definitely the most profitable business in the world!
And the money and goods are cleared, which means that there is no human (spiritual?) love at all!
Boom, boom, boom
"Well, um... sir, excuse me, I've sent you virgin blood!"
"I just got it now. Did you go to the kindergarten to find someone?! Get out of here!"
Wait...go get me some blood bags to store! And buy me all the books about mythology!"