The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 104 Assassin
  "Huh...huh..."

Old Bob gasped, wiped a handful of black blood dripping down his chin, and threw it to the ground. The corners of his eyes twitched, and he resisted the churning feeling in his stomach.

Even for him, a voodoo sorcerer who often dealt with corpses, bones, and insect poisons, swallowing a heart of the same kind alive seemed a bit too disgusting.

But he soon put this resentment out of his mind.

As his heart sank, a lively energy surged out of the old black man's belly, turning into a warm current that quickly spread throughout his body while suppressing his physical discomfort.

It was as if a clear spring suddenly appeared in the land that had been dry for a long time, and the cells all over the body were cheering for joy, greedily sucking in the sudden nutrition.

The aura of decline and twilight that had been shrouding my body all the time and growing slowly but surely suddenly dissipated!
  This is the power of life!
  This is the breath of youth!
  The intense physical and psychological pleasure made Old Bob close his eyes, twitching all over his body and letting out a high-pitched moan.

"Ah...ah!"

I go! This old guy's screams are too irritating...

Zhu Mingyao, who was invisible under the "Liuwu Zangfa" in the distance, looked at this place from a distance. The scene was as eye-catching as the Bulgarian demon king's dance, and secretly complained with black lines on his face.

Such an passionate scream coupled with that black face, if it were placed on a cute girl, it would be called seductive; but now if it was placed on a gloomy and skinny old black man, it would be simply thrilling!
  It’s enough to make people lose their minds!

Isn't it just taking away people's vitality to fill one's own body, and is it so satisfying? The expression is exaggerated...

The voodoo sorcerer over there, who was intoxicated in the supreme pleasure, naturally couldn't hear Zhu Mingyao's slander.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind——

want! More!

And more!

Want more energy!
  From declining organs to numb nerves.

From wrinkled skin to atrophied muscles.

Every inch of the body, every cell, hoarse and shouts fanatically:
  give me!

Give me more life force!
  After tasting the delicious taste, he felt the immediate changes in his body. Old Bob suddenly opened his eyes. A pair of eyes that had turned red at some point rolled around and cast a salivating gaze on the remaining captives in the corner.

After absorbing their vitality, not only can he regain his youthful body, but his strength can also be improved, right?
  No longer needing to wait for Quinn's instigation, the old black man tore open the clothes on his chest as if to vent his anger, revealing a handful of pale and dry chest hair and skin that had regained some of its luster. He exhaled a thick breath of blood and strode forward. He walked towards the prisoner.

good, very good……

Quinn's body trembled with joy, and she looked at the old black man's back with satisfaction.

Another companion was born...

Most of what he just said is true. He and the being behind him don't need any organization or belief at all, and they don't need to control other people.

They only need to spread the secret skills to those extraordinary beings who are already resentful, and the flames of chaos will automatically ignite.

All they want is the flame itself.

This is not a conspiracy, but a conspiracy.

No one can resist the temptation of rejuvenation.

And as long as you can't help but use this secret technique, it will naturally be marked as the source of power. Every subsequent act of absorbing life force will automatically sacrifice part of it and return it to that existence!

There are no traps, no tricks, it is fair and reasonable, but it is more deadly because of it.

But the effect of the secret technique... haha, it's a little different from what old Bob imagined. As he continues to kill and devour, he will find that the efficiency of absorbing life force is getting lower and lower, and the number of sacrifices required for each sacrifice is getting higher and higher. If he wants to completely restore his youth, he has to find more sacrifices.

And that number is geometrically enlarged!
  One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight... until infinity.

How many lives would it take to regain youth at his age?

Half a million or one million?

Haha, I guess with the mathematical abilities of black people, they are not even clear at all.

...Anyway, it has nothing to do with you. Once the caster takes this step, it is impossible to look back.

They can only continue according to their plans and cause more killings and disturbances.

Let the federal lackeys work hard!
  ……

The situation is not good, I'm afraid we can't delay it any longer.

Seeing Old Bob walking towards the captured agents slightly madly, Zhu Mingyao felt nervous and made up his mind to launch a surprise attack first, save as many as he could, and then turn around and run away to avoid being sieged.

As for the pursuit of the Indian wizard Quinn, we have to put it aside. At worst, we can call back to China and beg the old man with shame. We can find a senior who is good at fortune-telling and break Quinn's spell to avoid detection. Then there will naturally be a solution. The official people went to arrest them, and they just followed and snatched the heads.

Just as he thought of it, Zhu Mingyao quietly stood on tiptoes and leaned forward cautiously. His fingers fumbled on the tactical belt around his waist, and he picked out an alchemy that was mixed with silver powder compounds and white crystal shards, which could create a strong flash of positive energy. grenades.

The old rule is, if you want to win the chicken tonight, throw a flash bomb first!

He weighed the grenade, estimated the distance in his mind, put his middle finger into the ring, held his breath, and slowly raised his hand...

"Boom——"

A small piece of white light and shadow splashed out like water waves!

Well, are grenades so ineffective?
  No, I haven’t lost it yet!

Zhu Mingyao suddenly looked into the field, only to see Old Bob covering a long bloody wound under his ribs, dodging left and right in a panic.

Beside him, the air was blurry and silver light flashed, as if there was an invisible enemy surrounding him, holding a sharp blade and stabbing madly.

The protective witchcraft that Old Bob had hastily blessed shone brightly and darkly, teetering on the edge of collapse.

After reacting, Little Bob roared, opened a pair of thick arms, and the pale tattoos bloomed and spread instantly, forming a set of psychic armor, and he rushed forward quickly.

Just looking at his speed, he may not be able to arrive in time.

Just when Quinn's expression changed and he was thinking about whether to take action to save him, the silver light surrounding the old black man's pursuit suddenly disappeared. Instead, a cold light quietly emerged from the void behind him!

The next moment, blood burst out.

Quinn looked at the dark blade protruding from his heart with a look of shock and anger, the muscles on his face twisted, and he let out a strange howl of rage.

Accompanied by his strange howl, the faint purple flames swaying in mid-air suddenly became brighter. The cave suddenly lit up, and a thick purple demonic light shot down, outlining a slim figure.

The figure let out a soft cry, drew the knife, stepped back, turned around, and became blurry again, as if it would disappear in an instant.

But how could these angry people allow him to escape?

A series of black energy, phosphorus fire, and blood light immediately rushed up, forcing a strong figure wearing a tight black leather jacket out of the void.

(End of this chapter)