Marvel's Gene Collection System

Chapter 258: The Secret

Chapter 258: I’m Back

Smir shook his head and let out all these mixed thoughts.

“By the way, brother, when are we going to kill this shaman?” Tony asked suddenly.

“Huh? Why are you mentioning this?” Smir asked strangely.

“Living hell, don’t you worry at all?” Tony asked in surprise. My mother, brother, you just promised such a big thing, you treat it as if it has never happened, please take a snack.

“Hahahaha!!!” Smir looked at Tony’s serious expression and gave Tony a ridicule directly.

When Tony smiled dumbfounded, he stopped, patted Tony on the shoulder and said, “I said Tony, it seems that you were completely bluffed by the old guy Mephisto, living hell? possible.”

“First of all, if you want to turn this world into hell, you must connect it to hell. Otherwise, 760 can only be regarded as a distorted fake hell. However, the dimensions of hell and this world are different, and even the physical rules are different. , So the energy required to connect the two worlds is beyond estimation, and the thousand sinful souls in the contract of St. Van Gonzal are completely inadequate.”

“But it is possible to distort a small piece of hell-like place, but the place will not be too big, there is only a small town File size.” Smir said indifferently: “If I fail, it will be a big deal to apply for an atomic bomb. , Can’t you just wipe that place?”

“What about the contract?” Tony asked curiously.

“It must have blown, and it doesn’t say what would happen if I didn’t finish it? The big deal, Mephisto won’t intercede for me.” Smir shrugged and said indifferently.

“What is the right to forgive this soul?” Tony asked.

“It’s that hell doesn’t accept your soul, it can be resurrected, even immortal.” Smir said lightly.

With a soul, everything is easy to say, even if your body becomes a meat sauce, it can still bring you back to life.

As for those who have died, their souls are all absorbed into hell, and naturally it is impossible to resurrect, after all, there is no soul.

“What are you waiting for?! Let’s go and get rid of this witch heart demon.” Tony said excitedly, isn’t it possible to wander at will now?

“Since you are so enthusiastic, then you can check someone for me. You can check which cemeteries Johnny Blazer has been to recently. Smir said to Tony.

Tony opened the laptop, looked at Smir, and asked strangely, “Graveyard?”

“Yes, it’s the cemetery.” Smir ordered: “The kind of place is remote, but the kind of history, hey, at least a hundred years of history.

“Also, there is only one grave guard in this cemetery. It is an old man in his sixties and seventies. The name is, Kato, um, what is the card style? Oh, by the way, Kasley. I just don’t know how he is now. Is it still called by this name?” Smir added.

“In a remote cemetery more than 100 years old, a male grave guard of about sixty and seventy (aiei), at least once used the name Casre?” Tony recounted the requirement of one side twelve professionally.

“Yes.” Smir nodded and said.

In a remote corner of New Mexico, there are no marked places on the map. No one would have thought that there is a desolate cemetery here.

The time marked on the latest tombstones here are all decades ago, and even some of them have been blurred due to prolonged weathering.

This cemetery has been around for a few years, and it should have been established during the early days of the founding of the United States and the expansion of the west.

There may be many unnamed cemeteries like this. After all, the history of Western America is bloody, with indigenous blood and pioneers.

Most of these cemeteries are deserted.

Only one, a small church, and a small hut added a trace of people to it. The old tomb is not covered by weeds. It seems that there is still a dedicated tomb guard who is maintaining it.

But in this deserted place, two people ran over today. Smir got off the sports car and put on sunglasses to block the wind and sand.

Smir looked at Tony and asked, “Are you sure it’s here?”

“There are many requirements of the kind you mentioned, but it’s only here that someone has used that name. This name is rare.” Tony nodded and said.

Smir’s psychic power came out directly. In the hut in front, there was an old man whose power was very similar to Johnny Blazer.

Well, it’s probably right here.

“The contract says that getting this Saint Van Gonzal contract and killing the Witch Heart Demon is right.” Smir asked.

“Yes!” Tony nodded and said.

“That’s good!” Smir directly stretched out a hand and patted it down. The whole hut collapsed directly, and the people inside were directly buried in it. He didn’t know whether he was dead or not.

Brother “You killed this person, how can we find a contract?” Tony swallowed while looking at the huge amounts of palm prints, and couldn’t help but say.

(End of this chapter).