Otherworldly Merchant

Han Lao Liu walked to the small table by the sink, grabbed a bottle of Volga, and 'Bang’ unscrewed the lid: “If you don't roll me over like a person before I finish this bottle, I'll freeze you into ice sculpture again. ”

After that, his neck poured.

“My old friend, you're always so flirtatious.“ Fatty's mouth was very easy, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He got up in a hurry, prompting the beautiful women to leave immediately. Then he took a snow-white bath towel from the strong man standing by the pool and walked across the pool.

Han Lao Liu dried the wine and opened another bottle: “We are looking for a place on your property. ”

Hani, the big fat man, was pouring wine into the glass, and suddenly after hearing him, he glanced at me and said, “You don't want to go to Devil's Valley, either? ”

How did he know?

How did he know we were going to Devil's Valley? And what he just said was, "I want to go too." ’

Is there anyone else who wants to go to that place besides us?

Han Liu also heard what he was saying. “Who else is going? ”

Hani stalled, "I don't know, but... I can see they're all like you. ”

I obviously felt a little fear flashing in Hani's eyes when he said that. He may have remembered something terrible that would have made this horrible leader on one side so unscrupulous that it seemed very simple.

“Did you do it all?” Han Lao Six glared at each other.

“Uh, yes...” Hani swallowed hard, her face changed very unnaturally, and she exclaimed in panic: "You didn't say you were going there before. I didn't want to mess with these people, so...”

“Now it's buzzing.“ Han Lao Liu looked down at me and said, "Let's go! Looks like we need to get going. ”

Han Lao Liu walked out and didn't look at Hani as he dumped his coat. As he walked, he said: "Prepare some more blood for the living, and vodka. ”

I followed Han Lao Liu out of the villa and he jumped into the car without a sound and started the engine directly.

Just a few kilometers out, we chased a snow Land Cruiser with a skid chain from the rear, and the drip rang the horn a few times, indicating that we were following.

More than a dozen miles later, two more cars joined the queue in the slash.

The snow fields are endless, and the four cars are like beetles crawling on white paper, as if they never end.

Han Lao Liu barely spoke except for a bottle of wine from time to time. I wandered around the car for a while and fell asleep.

I didn't know how long I slept. I suddenly woke up with a tingle. I felt like I was stuck with hundreds of steel needles all over me. The pain was unbearable!

No, the box is open!

I stood up in a panic and saw that the magic box had actually opened its bags, and the little man inside was slowly dancing.

The five officers of the dwarf are exactly what Li Mazi looks like, and it looks painful.

There was a very tragic scream coming out of the car, and the tone was just like the melody in the magic box, very complex.

I turned around and it was dark and the four cars circled and stopped under a snow slope. The car lit a pile of bonfires, and a dozen strong Russians with big, round shoulders covered their heads and rolled into a mess on the ground. They were the ones who made that terrible scream.

The liquor, the guns, the backpacks, they're all messed up.

Only Han Lao Liu sat beside me like a fine person, very leisurely drinking wine, as if he heard nothing, saw nothing.

At this point, a strong man was a little too painful to bear, pulling a pistol out of his waist and pointing it at his head.

Han Lao Liu opened the window very casually, threw out the bottle of wine, punched the man's pistol out and grabbed another bottle of wine to drink.

I hurriedly pulled out the plasma and poured it in. As soon as the box received the blood, it calmed down and the little man inside slowly stopped spinning. Li Mazi's five officials gradually disappeared and became the original face of the song woman.

The box lid closed slowly, all the strong men on the ground stopped screaming, but none of them could stand up painfully, and their faces were full of extremely stunned looks.

The strong man who was saved by Han Lao Liu, stood up and walked to the window to say a respectful word to Han Lao Liu, as if to thank him for his life.

Han Lao Liu ignored him at all. He slowly closed the window and turned around and said to me: “We have nine days left. If we can't find the Sword of Dusk, there's nothing we can do. ”

“What nine days?” I asked strangely.

This guy is so mysterious, why is he so clear about the box?

Han Lao Liu also seemed to see my doubts, pointing to the centipede-like scar on his face, somehow asked: “Do you know how I got this scar? ”

Without waiting for me to say anything, he asked himself, “It was the first time I cut it, when I was infected with my soul by the devil. Had it not been for the first sword, I would have died. ”

“We were in Sark's Tomb that time, and the Box was one of the sacrifices! Fortunately, I was badly injured and unconscious was carried out by the first time. Otherwise, with my greed at the time, I would definitely take the magic box away. I would be the first person to get caught in the Pulse magic box...”

“When I got back, I and I first studied what was inside, including the Magic Box. This thing is really evil, once the demons inside are released, it doesn't matter how many masters you bring! And this thing is weird, except for the Sword of Dusk, where no other sacred object can hold it down. ”

“You may not have noticed just now that one of the dwarf's fingers has turned white bone. It's a black witchcraft in the Western world called the Hand of the Devil. As long as all ten fingers become white bones, the devil will emerge from bondage and reproduce the world. By then, even if we find the Sword of Dusk, it won't necessarily work. ”

When I heard that, I was extremely surprised. I didn't expect Han Lao Six not only to be among his peers, but also to have had such a dangerous experience.

No wonder the T-shirt man told him everything and asked him to help, since they had been in touch with the Pulse Magic Box a long time ago.

“Do you think the Sword of Dusk will be in Devil's Valley?” Although I have great confidence in my own assumptions and in the judgment of the T-shirt man, at this juncture, I have raised a slight doubt that if I find the wrong place, I will not have the chance to do it again.