The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Abraham Cohen outside the door couldn't help but said: Don't be fooled, she will read your mind.

Zhao Chuanxin, on the other hand, seemed to have not heard anything and closed his eyes obediently: Come on, let the storm come more violently.

Margaret Gompers stared intently at Zhao Chuanxin, who was standing quietly with his eyes closed and his head bowed.

She said in her unique voice that sounded like metal friction: What you see now is the gate of hell burning with raging flames. The gatekeeper is the monster Hadros with a tail, and it is listening to the confessions of the dead...

As her voice gradually increased, everyone outside the door was in a trance, as if they were in the gate of hell roasted by the fire of hell.

All it takes is one last step to plunge you into pain that is difficult to extricate yourself from.

There was something magical about Margaret Gompers' voice.

But Zhao Chuanxin, who had his eyes closed, interrupted her: Isn't this the content in Dante's Body? What? Hell is exactly the same as what Dante described, right?

Everyone outside the door heard Zhao Chuanxin's loud voice, and the illusion in front of them suddenly disappeared.

Margaret Gompers was extremely angry when she saw this.

Doesn't this fucking interrupt the spellcasting?

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, opened his eyes and looked at the pale people outside the door, and asked suspiciously: What's wrong with you?

Abraham Cohen screamed: She is really the devil, she is luring us to hell!

Haha... Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Margaret Gompers: Well, you close your eyes too, and I'll tell you what hell is like.

Dante is not the only one in the world who has described hell.

The joking on Zhao Chuanxin's face disappeared, and his voice became low and slow: In the underworld of the underworld, the king of hell is revered, in charge of the underworld, and is called the ghost king...

King of Hell, bull-headed horse-faced, black and white impermanence...

From top to bottom, the story flows between Zhao Chuanxin's lips and teeth.

Dante's Divine Comedy may be wonderful, but in terms of its huge background and settings, it also depends on Chinese folklore.

Gradually, the little girl on the bed listened attentively, and even the sinister mood disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin finished talking about hell and then talked about various gods.

There was silence inside and outside the door, only his low and slow voice.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked Margaret Gompers: I forgot to tell you, I am the Archmage, and I am asking you if you are afraid?

Margaret Gompers was brought back to reality, and her blurred eyes became sinister again.

She sneered: You can go to heaven and escape from the earth, can you kill devils?

Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: Since you are called the devil, let's fight.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a faint thunder suddenly shone in his palm.

In fact, there is not much energy left in Thor's hammer, so he can only do this.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the lightning into a whip shape and flicked it lightly, making a crackling sound.

This is called a lightning whip. If I fire five consecutive whips, the ghosts and gods will be wiped out. Haha, do you want to try it?

Margaret Gompers shuddered, looking frightened, and shook her head quickly.

This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer. He placed his palm three inches away from her body and controlled the energy of Mjolnir to let the electric arc travel around her body.

Like acupuncture, a numbing sensation spread throughout Margaret Gompers' body.

She wanted to scream in pain, but she tried her best to hold it back, but the pain on her expression could not be concealed no matter what.

Stop it! Margaret Gompers finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Everyone outside the door was shocked!

What kind of magical trick is this?

They couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the Eastern mystical system that Zhao Chuanxin mentioned was true?

Is there really a Hall of Hell?

Is there really a prehistoric era?

Is there really a magic?

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that with this little energy, it would be easy for him to be unable to hold on.

He put away his palms and smiled: How about it? Do you have what I have?

Margaret Gompers bit her lip: I don't have the power of thunder, but I have the power of hell! I can pull your souls into hell!

How dare you try your best to do the same thing! This time it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to sneer. He pointed to a vase on the table next to him: The great Luo spell, the powerful heavenly dragon!

boom!

The Phoenix Mysterious Ring was activated, and the air cannon blasted the vase away, hitting the wall and smashing it to pieces!

In the movie, only devils have abilities, but now Zhao Chuanxin, the exorcist, is better than the devil...

Margaret Gompers was stunned!

A group of people outside looked dumbfounded.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that there was such a thing in the world!

Margaret Gompers said in horror: You, you...

What are you? Zhao Chuanxin slapped away her outstretched fingers: Satan doesn't even dare to speak in front of me. With your meager strength, you are still holding on. I will save you today!

The flying dragon is in the sky!

In the next scene, even if Newton is regenerated, he will still fall to the ground!

Zhao Chuanxin's body suddenly rose from the ground and floated.

He put on the mud trowel gloves and held the whip of judgment in the other hand. The Dharma Prime Minister solemnly played the not-so-serious The Hanging Divine Comedy.

The Whip of Judgment rolls up an hourglass next to it.

Zhao Chuanxin held the hourglass, felt the sharply declining energy value of the blue ghost armor, and shouted: Devil, I will show you!

The sand in the hourglass quickly transformed into a simple but ferocious grimace under the influence of the mud trowel glove.

Margaret Gompers was stunned.

For a moment, she was a little confused and couldn't tell whether the devil was still in her body, or whether it was taken away by Zhao Chuanxin's soul extraction.

Seeing that his energy level had bottomed out, Zhao Chuanxin hurriedly landed.

Otherwise you will make a fool of yourself!

He held up the ghost face transformed from the sand in his hand, took out the elf carving knife and shouted: Devil, today I will cut you into pieces!

With a little cold light, the sword comes out like a dragon.

Swish, swish, swish...

The rock ghost face was cut into pieces, and large beads and small beads scattered on the ground like jade plates.

Everyone outside the door felt numb!

The magic power is profound and terrifying!

Margaret Gompers on the bed didn't know how to behave, she was helpless and paralyzed.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his angry glare and said in a gentle tone: Margaret, I have killed the devil! How do you feel?

I, I, I... Margaret Gompers's voice returned to its original childish voice: I'm fine.

She was really afraid that if she was no longer good, it would not only be the devil who would be saved, but maybe Zhao Chuanxin would save her as well!

Arthur Gompers was overjoyed and was about to say something.

But Zhao Chuanxin's expression changed and he said coldly: Are you really healed? Why do I think you're not healed yet?

When it comes to being moody and turning sides, Zhao Chuanxin is better than the devil.

Margaret Gompers felt refreshed just now when she saw him, but now she immediately looked fierce, as if she was going to take out the extremely sharp knife just now and chop off her head at any time.

She hurriedly nodded: It's really good, really, I won't lie to you...

He even cried!

Zhao Chuanxin took out the staff of salvation: Let's do this. If this staff can be suspended in the air, it means that you will never be entangled by the devil in this life. Otherwise, you are not healed yet. I will use the thunder to make you The body is reduced to ashes!

Margaret Gompers is shocked!

She could imagine herself being struck by lightning and turned into charcoal.

Arthur Gompers outside the door was so frightened that he rushed inside: No, stop, you can't...

However, Zhao Chuanxin had already raised his staff and retracted his hand.

Everyone is confused!

The scepter of salvation hangs steadily in the air!

Margaret Gompers's eyes widened and she beamed with joy: I'm really fine!

Zhao Chuanxin let out a long breath: Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise I would have killed the young girl today!

After saying that, he put away the scepter of salvation.

Arthur Gompers looked complicated.

If the person here today were a white man, he would definitely be grateful.

But Zhao Chuanxin is of Chinese descent, which makes him embarrassed.

But Zhao Chuanxin does have some miraculous abilities. With this kind of ability, even a professional exorcist from the Vatican would have to kneel down when he came, and the Pope would have to bow down!

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: Arthur Gompers, do you know your guilt?

Arthur Gompers trembled: What crime?

Hmph! Zhao Chuanxin snorted coldly: You discriminate against blacks and Asians, that's why you let your daughter suffer this disaster! You don't know the crime?

I... Arthur Gompers felt like he was struck by lightning.

Is this really the case?

There are many people who discriminate, so why only punish him?

Seeing that he was doubtful, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped him across the face.

The teeth that had been knocked loose before eventually fell out.

Along with the blood, he vomited it out.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a cold face: Today, I will punish you on behalf of the moon. If there is a next time, the God of the Chamber Pot will personally come to earth and crush you to ashes!

Arthur Gompers could not turn his head after being beaten.

Is divine punishment real, or is it real?

Who is the God of Chamber Pots?

A group of black and white men outside the door were in admiration!

Especially Abraham Cohen, who gave Zhao Chuanxin a wink.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the buzzing Arthur Gompers: Now I ask you, can you arrange work for Abraham and his family and friends?

Arthur Gompers' arrogant head was no longer raised. He said dejectedly: Sir, the unemployment rate is rising now, and I can't arrange much work. However, if you want, I can arrange it for Mr. Cohen. .”

Zhao Chuanxin turned to look at Abraham Cohen. He was a little disappointed, but he still squeezed out a smile and nodded towards Zhao Chuanxin.

As if he was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would misunderstand his unwillingness to contribute, Arthur Gompers explained: Sir, you must know that there are many difficulties in working in the Labor Federation. You are often beaten and even assassinated. In the past few years, I I just experienced an assassination, when my daughter witnessed me being held at gunpoint by a factory employer...

Zhao Chuanxin keenly discovered that when he was explaining the assassination, Margaret Gompers's face was a little bloody, and there was a hint of pain.

He had a rough idea.

What is demonic possession? This is just the psychological sequelae of a horrific assassination in his childhood.

He suddenly interrupted Arthur Gompers: You said that when the factory employer assassinated you, he was wearing a mask sewn with white cloth? Only two holes were exposed?

Labor federations fight for the rights and interests of workers, and will inevitably have conflicts with capitalists and employers.

Being beaten was a common occurrence.

Arthur Gompers nodded: Yes.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at Margaret Gompers: That's what the devil looks like, right?

Margaret Gompers' teeth chattered: Yes, that devil is going to take our family to hell!

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged at Arthur Gompers: Now do you know where the root cause is?

Although Arthur Gompers did not pay attention to the emerging psychology, he roughly understood the reason and hugged his head with regret and pain: I really deserve to die...