Chapter 261
Pull out the decapitation knife.
The muddy, foul-smelling blood dripped to the ground.
As strong acid erodes the ground, pungent and foul-smelling smoke rises.
At the moment Jeff died, his soul was pulled out of his body.
The advent of pure evil and dark things has plunged the entire death row prison into an unimaginable stickiness.
Afterwards.
Time has completely stagnated.
The pain and unbelievable before the death of the corpse exhumer solidified on his ugly face.
The prisoners who witnessed everything, their bodies froze in place, their expressions were terrified and full of fear.
The guards who rushed into the tunnel and the warden with cold sweat on his face, even kept their panicked footsteps, stopped in the air.
The lights on the top of the corridors flicker and go out one after another from far to near.
The sprawling malice, like the sin that is enough to drown all the good in the world, silently, from the unpredictable shore, floods into the world.
Arriving in death row prison.
Even.
The Judgment Secret Art·Death God incarnate, stretched out from the mourning candlestick, grabbed the hook of the soul of the corpse digger Jeff, and was also stuck in the air.
As if being forcibly blocked by some extremely irreversible force, confined in place.
Suddenly.
The first light at the end of the tunnel lights up again.
When the men’s leather shoes stepped on the concrete floor, the unique dull sound, without warning, suddenly sounded.
Cole looked all around and frowned.
looked towards behind.
A strange man.
I am walking towards him.
Expensive handmade suits, stiff, no wrinkles.
There is a dripping blood in the chest, but it is like an illusory scarlet rose.
The shiny leather boots and straight trouser legs, untainted by even a speck of dust.
The brown oil head is meticulous.
Under the dim pale-yellow light.
The two made eye contact.
This strange, but extremely handsome, deep black eyes, like the abyss of desire, a depressing man.
next moment.
Disappeared in Cole's sight.
When he reappeared, he was already standing next to the dead corpse in the air, Jeff, the corpse digger, before landing.
Gently touch his face with your fingers, rub your fingertips, showing an expression of disgust, then look up towards Cole, the voice is elegant and beautiful, said with a smile, "Cole · Walker, we seem to always be able to When the other party can't predict it, see each other, wow...this is really a fun thing.
Isn't it?"
Turn around.
A glance at the unclean thing standing in front of him, put on airs.
Even if this mess that shouldn't appear in the world turns into a dog lying next to the garbage dump, Cole can smell the nauseating stench and filth from hell.
Frown.
Light a cigarette.
With a hand in his pocket, he lowered his head, and said in a knowingly asked tone, "When did you start, a despicable scum soul, who also needs a great character like you, came to the world to collect it in person?"
I was poked into the pain.
The greedy Martinus, like his relaxed and leisurely expression when outing, changes insignificantly, said with a smile, "A defender of overestimate one's capabilities, trying to take away what does not belong to him What can I do if I don’t come here in person?"
while speaking.
Take out an old sheepskin scroll from his pocket, like a gentleman, smiling courteously at Cole and snapping his fingers.
The power of the mourning candlestick's spirit drawer was rudely interrupted by a stronger attribution contract.
Before the soul of the corpse digger Jeff was taken away, like seeing the owner's dog, he began to complain and praise the great devil from hell in tears.
"Powerful and handsome, omniscient and omnipotent..."
Unfortunately, he has not finished speaking.
Martinus’s gentle voice instantly changed to a deep roar, roaring frantically.
Even, the lights in the tunnel are also flickering and dimming under the interference of evil forces.
"Shut up! You are more useless than the waste paper in the trash can, and more annoying than the flies in the toilet!"
When the mortal soul is dragged into hell , Painful wailing, distorted, short-lived.
Take Jeff's soul away.
Martinus opened his arms and stepped back into the shadows under the wall, said with a slight smile, "Cole Walker, one day, I will let you hand over your soul willingly Me.
he he he..."
The voice fell.
The time in the death row began to flow.
Bang.
There was a dull falling sound, and the corpse of the exhumer Jeff fell heavily to the ground.
The completely gray pupils and hideous face indicate that he is not a normal death.
In the tunnel.
The warden and guards are still yelling.
Going past Cole's side, he rushed into the cell, pulled Jeff's body aside, and fixed him firmly to the fence with torture equipment.
In case these guys with weird methods suddenly cheat their bodies.
Compared to them.
In the death row, there are some extraordinary natural talents and villains who have dealt with devils, although the traces of a big devil cannot be fully understood.
But the evil force that has not yet completely dissipated.
Tell them very clearly.
At the moment the corpse digger Jeff died, some kind of unclean thing that cannot be called by his name came here.
The warden walked quickly to Cole's side.
Looking at the dead prisoner fixed next to the fence, at the same time, Yu Guang glanced at Cole's back involuntarily.
I don't know when.
The terrifying giant candlestick has disappeared.
took a deep breath and said, "Your Excellency Cole, are you okay?"
There was no response to him.
Cole took a deep puff of cigarette and scanned the cells on both sides.
All the prisoners who came into contact with him were silent and stepped back in fear.
When I passed Hayley’s cell, I glanced at Arlene, stopped, and said indifferently, "Don’t try to escape if you don’t want to die."
Perhaps others would think that Hayley Jonny, this Beautiful woman, locked in such a place full of wicked people, holding her little apprentice.
With tears in his eyes and a frightened expression, he must be frightened.
At this time, I can save her out, it will definitely make her grateful, maybe I can take this opportunity to walk into her heart and embrace the beauty.
However.
Cole is very clear.
This cunning bounty killer will be caught. Except for the demon-hunter who is hunting her, which may be a very tough stubble, Arlene is caught. She is not worried to follow up and find a way. It's true to fish her out.
In a sense.
Arlene who is also Demoness.
The apprentice of the bounty killer.
The weak girl who looks harmless to humans and animals, crying, is equally doubtful.
The kind of nonsense of the baker's apprentice, Hayley used it to deceive an innocent boy.
Ten minutes later.
Hayley and Arlene, wearing very heavy shackles and fetters, were taken by the guard to a separate cell arranged for them by the warden.
See you soon.
The little girl who was not more than sixteen years old looked at Cole with tearful clear eyes, as if she was frightened, her voice weak and heartbreaking.
"(Sobbing) Ke...Mr. Cole, you will definitely save us, right? Hayley teacher keeps telling me that you are her best friend."
Hayley shrugged his shoulders helplessly, sighed then said, with affection, looked directly into Cole's eyes, and the implication: It was for the sake of our friendship that night...
But Cole's expression always remained no change.
Wait for a cigarette butt to be thrown on the ground and trampled out.
Sit in a chair.
Pull on the black coat.
The cold and ruthless face is like a gang leader who is negotiating with a competitor. He folded his hands on the table and said, "Give me a reason to fish you out.
And, there are no other people here, two people."