this moment.

The words "little golden retriever" in his mind caused Archbishop Bloodskull to instantly fall into extreme panic.

This unimaginable method of communication made Johnson 100% convinced that this must be the means of gods.

He is the Archbishop of the Blood Skull, and no matter how powerful the Xuandu of the Wanhao people is, it is impossible for him to speak in his head like this.

So it can only be a god!

As for the title "Little Golden Retriever", Johnson doesn't think it is a humiliating title.

After all, that incredibly beautiful god must have been born before the War of Destruction and lived for at least 40,000 years.

In comparison.

I have only lived for more than two thousand years, and in front of the other person, I am just a naive child at best. It is too normal for her to call her "Little Golden Retriever".

"You must ask the Voodoo Lord for rescue!"

The above thought immediately popped into the Archbishop's mind.

no way!

Only gods can fight against gods!

Johnson knelt down on one knee as quickly as possible and chanted with great piety: "Great Lord of Voodoo, your most loyal servant begs for your help."

The next second.

A strange force came out of thin air.

Then there is another sentence: "The price!"

Johnson gritted his teeth, put down the bone staff in his hand, pressed an eye with both hands, and dug out a pair of bloody eyeballs.

The slightly black blood, exuding a strong fishy odor, immediately flowed down his cheeks, leaving two blood stains.

The most surprising thing is that the bright red blood marks seem to have come to life, instinctively trying to get back into the flesh and blood mold lake's eye sockets.

But a certain force stopped Xueshen's actions.

The archbishop snorted, raised his two eyeballs in the center of his palms as quickly as possible, and chanted with great piety:

"I am willing to offer you a sacrifice in exchange for your rescue..."

Along with this guy's prayer, Xue Huhu's eyeballs underwent strange changes.

Strong extraordinary fluctuations surged inside the eyeball, a strange green light flashed on the surface, and the shape gradually turned into a glass-like material.

The Archbishop's originally fair face was now wrinkled, and wisps of white hair appeared on his golden hair.

Such a big change is like going from a forty-year-old middle-aged man to a sixty-year-old man all of a sudden.

It's not hard to see.

This guy is transforming his eyeballs by sacrificing his own life source, and then using them as a sacrifice to the gods.

Two seconds later.

The green light subsided.

This pair of eyeballs completely turned into two crystal clear glass beads.

Johnson's voice also became older: "Great Voodoo Lord, your servant prays to accept the sacrifice!"

A little while.

An invisible force came.

The glass bead jumped slightly.

Archbishop Bloodskull was overjoyed.

The Voodoo Lord is willing to accept sacrifices!

Finally there is help!

The next second.

Johnson's heart felt as if it had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave.

Because of the distant gaze from the gods, I took it back.

A sentence full of sarcasm echoed in the cave: "Such a small price is not enough for me to take action against Wanhao God!"

The glass bead stopped trembling and lay motionless in his hand.

The archbishop's lips trembled, but in the end not a word came out.

at this point.

He still didn't understand that the voodoo master was obviously very dissatisfied with him, so he maliciously played a trick on him.

As for the reason.

It's not difficult to guess at all.

Just now, the secret stronghold of the Qingsheng Association was suddenly attacked by the gods. In order to save his life, he urgently prayed for the arrival of the voodoo master.

A wrong timing of her appearance put her in an extremely passive situation, and she ultimately suffered a big loss at the hands of Wan Hao.

It is precisely because of this that the Voodoo Master holds a grudge against himself.

Johnson let out a long sigh and lowered his head deeply, his eyes filled with resentment.

The two eyeballs have been dug out and transformed into sacrifices through the sacrificial ceremony. They cannot be put back at all.

This means that he temporarily lost his vision and became blind.

Zhuo'an Airport.

The scene displayed on the halo screen gave Cheng Han the urge to laugh wildly.

I just made a little joke through the star communication method, and Archbishop Bloodskull actually dug out his own eyeballs.

As for that?!

Cheng Han grinned slightly: "These guys from the Qisheng Society, from the Priest of Life to the Archbishop of the Blood Skull, are they too timid, aren't they?

"I just gave you a scare, but in the end you were either looking for death or trying to dig out your own eyes!"

He laughed again in his heart: "I heard that people with kidney deficiency are generally timid, so why not change the name of the Qisheng Society to the 'Kidney Deficiency Society'?"

Later.

The halo disintegrated into large spots of light, then dissipated.

Cheng Han stopped paying attention to Blind Johnson and began to check the Fire Eagle he was driving to prepare for the next flight.

at this time.

He heard some strange discussions.

"During the flight just now, I heard that someone had a stomachache and almost couldn't hold it in and defecated in his pants. I think a toilet should be installed under the seat."

"The toilet will increase the weight of the body. It is better to reserve a channel to directly discharge feces and urine, and you can also lose weight."

"The opening and closing of the channel requires additional control structures, which increases the weight of the fuselage. I would rather sit on the toilet and fly the War Eagle..."

Cheng Han's lips twitched when he heard this.

As a "technical worker", he interjected: "There is no need to go to such trouble, just put a 'Greedy Vine' seed in your crotch."

The so-called "greedy vine" is a special plant used by various small spiritual realms to treat sewer sewage.

This is the most convenient and quick solution. Carrying one more seed will increase fuel consumption, which is almost negligible.

Another time and space.

Pilots use adult diapers to solve the "three urgent problems" of long-distance flights. Greedy Vine has the same purpose.

One pilot immediately expressed his objection: "It's too scary to have the greedy vines digging into the crotch. What if the vines get into the butt..."

The words are not finished yet.

This person was stabbed in the waist by another pilot, who whispered: "Stop talking, it's the deputy palace master."

The discussion that was in full swing just now cooled down instantly.

Later.

A group of pilots spoke in agreement.

"This is a good idea!"

"Gluttony is a great idea!"

Cheng Han looked at the pilot who expressed his objections and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, as long as you tighten the anus, the gluttonous vine won't get in."

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone's face was twitching.

Cheng Han added another sentence: "Eating vines is only an emergency measure. Paying attention to daily diet management is the most fundamental solution."
To be continued...