The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 185 Sam, you are destined for this disaster
  "...We set off from the headquarters of the Demon Hunter Alliance, preparing to go to Los Angeles to participate in the operation. Who would have thought that at dusk yesterday, for some unknown reason, the car turned into this weird place for no apparent reason."

On the dark hillside, a shrub suddenly trembled, and a few withered yellow leaves floated down. It seemed that something was passing by, but no one was visible.

Zhu Mingyao's staff was raised up to the sky, holding the [Liuwu Zangfa] like an umbrella, exchanging information with the two of them.

Sam carried a Taurus 92 pistol engraved with runes, controlled the small wing mirror in the air to explore the way forward, and cooperated with his brother to carefully guard the surroundings.

"Actually, Dean noticed something was wrong in the town ahead at that time, but some of my classmates who were traveling along the road were driving too fast and ran in before they could stop them, so we had no choice but to chase them."

He muttered, his face full of self-blame.

"As soon as I got out of the car, a lot of enemies launched an attack, captured Carly and the others, and threatened me to give up my resistance."

Dean held the twin-shot spray gun with the same name as his family, bit open the cork of a bottle of lavender liquid, applied the exorcism essential oil exuding the fragrance of verbena on the magic pattern on the gun body, and limped along beside him.

"Don't think too bad about things. Their goals are very clear, so I took you to escape. As long as we are not caught, your classmates will be valuable, and they will not be poisoned for the time being!"

"There are three types of enemies, or three factions..."

He quickly introduced the details.

"The first type is the cultists you just killed. They are good at summoning hellhounds to siege.

The other type is the demonic spirits attached to people, some of which we have eliminated before.

As for the last one, he is a warlock who can cast strange curses. "

Dean moved his neck, which was still a little stiff, and grinned as he heard the crackling of the joints.

"It should be a variation of petrification. It almost turned me into a statue..."

While they were talking, an old-fashioned country town appeared in front of the three of them.

A winding and dilapidated road extends from the outside world straight into the town. There is a huge iron sign standing at the entrance. Although most of the paint has been peeled off by wind and rain, it can still barely read that "Ambrose Town welcomes you." ” words.

There are thirty or forty large and small buildings scattered in the desolate mountains. The surroundings are extremely quiet. You can't even hear the chirping of insects and birds. Only the breeze blows through the leaves, making a faint rustling sound.

The three of them hid under the spell and searched quietly along the road.

Zhu Mingyao was distracted. He opened his forehead divine eye and scanned the houses one after another to find the whereabouts of the hostages. At the same time, he counted with his fingers and used the [Xiao Liu Gong Xin Duan] to divine good or bad luck.

Lower middle!

It means that the situation of the hostages is not good, but they are still alive at least.

Gas stations, convenience stores, and several public buildings emitted faint lights, and they seemed to be still operating as usual. People could occasionally be seen standing behind the windows of residences, as if there was nothing unusual.

But when the Yin soldiers turned into small paper prototypes, sneaking into the night along with the air and wind, going in and out of the gaps in the doors and windows of the houses on the roadside, there was no trace of any living person.

Well, only the living, but there are plenty of dead!
  Feeling the message from the Yin soldiers and the familiar scene here, Zhu Mingyao already had six or seven guesses in his mind.

He silently glanced at Sam aside.

Even if the world is changed and the character is upgraded to a transcendent, you kid will still stumble in this town. It can only be said that God's will is like this, and this fate is destined to happen.

The area here is not that big. The three of them are all extraordinary people with high skills. They quickly searched it and there were only a few places where there were obvious evil energy fluctuations. They did not go there rashly.

Just like the layout of most similar towns, the center of the town is a small church with a steeple.

Reaching out to signal the Wen brothers to stop, Zhu Mingyao attached part of his consciousness to the Yin Soldier, controlled it to fly over silently, and lay on the tall circular flower window of the church to "look" inward. A few figures were sparsely sitting on the wooden benches. A coffin was placed on the ground. Behind the altar, the priest in white was stroking the Bible, as if he was presiding over a solemn funeral.

Looking at the scene alone, it seemed extremely normal. However, the two voices arguing fiercely below ripped apart the false skin.

"Mr. Bonn, I respect your status as a follower of our Lord, but I hope you understand that we are the leaders of the ambush. Stop questioning the plan without authorization!"

A strong black man with red eyes stepped forward and said arrogantly.

Under his feet, shimmering obsidian raw ores were soaked in plasma and asphalt, forming a pattern of a crossroads, with ruby ​​powder depicting symbols representing the directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man wearing a long gray trench coat walked around anxiously, waving his hands.

"You all swore that you could catch those two boys in the blink of an eye, but it's been nearly a day and there's still no movement. I'm afraid the news has been leaked.

It’s the 21st century now! Can your Xirui barrier withstand the salvos of rocket launchers, or can it withstand the bombardment of cluster bombs? We must evacuate immediately! "

The strong black man raised his head and folded his arms, snorting contemptuously.

"My servants are pursuing them with all their strength. They can't even think of escaping. As for the danger that may come from leaking the information...

snort! It is an honor to sacrifice one's body and return to hell in order to carry out the command of our Lord! "

...Sacrifice you! What you are riding on is the spirit of demons. When your body dies, it is only your soul that is severely injured and returns to hell!
  Our brother is going to die, that’s really death!
  The muscles on the man's face were twisted, and if he didn't have some sense, he would have almost cursed.

He suppressed his anger, said a word firmly and turned around to leave.

"I'm going to inform Vincent first and get rid of those captured mortals."

You can't stay in this place!
  With a "bang", Bonn's heart was bleeding as he pushed open the door of the church. This was the secret lair he had spent more than ten years building.

If it hadn't been for the mysterious being who came to the door and promised to help his brothers change their physiques and break away from their fragile mortal bodies and reincarnate into immortal demon species after the completion of the matter, how could he be willing to contribute it and use it as an ambush site.

As a result, it is now a mess. If no one is caught, even the old nest will have to be paid for!
  Watching him walk towards the lonely and peculiar buildings a few hundred meters away, Sam changed his mouth and silently revealed the other person's identity.

"Warlock."

After receiving his reminder and evidence, Zhu Mingyao no longer had any doubts in his mind. He assessed the strength of the two enemies, whispered a few words, left a few spells for the Wen brothers, and then followed them alone.

Bonn walked angrily toward home, his hard-leather shoes clicking on the cracked asphalt path.

As he walked quickly, the usually long path seemed to suddenly shorten a lot, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the door of his "home".

He kicked the door of the house with a vent, and the heavy door made of gray-yellow wax oil moved back lightly. The magician Bonn rushed into the hall and shouted impatiently:

"Vincent! Kill all those prisoners quickly, take your savings and some of our most perfect 'works', and prepare to evacuate immediately!"

And the only response his words received was silence and darkness, and...

...The door quickly closed behind me!

He turned around in horror, and then he remembered that the feeling on his feet just now was empty, as if... he had kicked a piece of paper!
  At a corner of the path, there was a twisting wave in the air, and a Chinese-style pavilion with blue tiles and white walls appeared in the clouds of smoke, looming in the middle of the road.

Zhu Mingyao's figure emerged from behind a big tree nearby. He listened to the subtle roars coming from the illusory pavilion, smiled, and the light and shadow on his body changed, condensing into a long gray windbreaker, and swaggered away.

(End of this chapter)