Of course, I won't say all the words in my heart. I'm afraid I'll beat this guy up directly.

"You! You guy, I saved you just now, you actually insulted God. Come on, I will give you the honor of a knight, come and fight me!" Davis looked righteous and arrogant. The boy in front of him would only hide behind the trembling guy, who dared to question himself and his god.

I disdained this. I turned around and opened the elevator and walked in.

Davis widened his eyes angrily. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he heard a crisp sound, and then his cheeks were burning and painful!

"I don't want to kill you when I leave! I'm funny!" I said calmly at the moment when the elevator door was closed.

Davis covered his cheeks with a look of surprise. He was also the Pope's personal envoy in the Holy See. That time, the exorcist was not me. It can be said that he was a sharp knife from the Holy See. Even the Pope was still kind to face him. When was someone slapped in the face? This is a great humiliation!

Davis's face turned red, and his eyes gradually filled with anger. He roared: "Devil, I curse you!"

Despite this, Davis still turned around and left. Just as when he came, he kicked open the door and ignored Lisa behind him.

That's right, Davis really has nothing, even silver bullets are only a dozen left. As for the holy water, it has been shot all over by the water gun. Garlic, that thing really works when it comes to it, even Davis himself finds it unreliable.

In addition, Davis hasn't figured out what's going on now. Will he be slapping without going back?

Although Davis is a charlatan, he is not stupid. He will not joke about his life. Even if he does a task, he will do it within his ability.

Bang bang bang bang! Ah! Only Lisa was left in the hall. Just as Lisa looked at Davis's back, Bit and others' heads suddenly exploded. A puff of fine sand made the hall smoky. Lisa screamed wildly and ran towards the night. I guess this Western beauty will not travel in the night in the future!

The second floor is rows of ordinary rooms. The aisle looks very chaotic, and the collected wine bottles, jars, and scrap steel wires turn the place into a garbage dump.

All the doors were closed tightly. A heavy breathing sounded behind the door.

I stood at the elevator door, and the Soul-Devouring Sword emitted darkness that devoured everything. In the soul realm, I could see every person in the room. They were all old people who picked up scatters and barely struggled in this city with their meager income. What surprised me was that the second floor was actually filled with 90%. There were no living dead people or the like inside.

Or they were even unwilling to hurt their identities. I shook my head and went up to the third floor. The aisle looked cleaner, so many of them were middle-aged. Although I was wandering, I was better than the young and prosperous. Life was much more comfortable than the old people below.

Similarly, there is no living dead here. However, the people here are exactly the same as on the second floor, all hiding behind the door, as if they are afraid of something!

I walked to the nearest door and reached out to knock on the door.

"No, no! No! It shouldn't be me, let me go! Today is Henry from Room 10. I'm the 60th. It will take two months to go!" The door was not opened inside, but a man was begging for mercy in horror.

I pushed the door open and clicked, and the door lock was separated with the lock. When I walked in, I saw a T-shirt and jeans in my thirties, and a pair of dirty travel shoes on my feet.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, I just looked at him. The middle-aged man immediately moved to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door and begged, "Sir, I am your slave. I know what you want. I don't have the ability to kill people. I dare not, but I dug out the corpses in the cemetery. They were all just dead and their brains were fresh. As long as you let me go, I am willing to find your brain every day!"

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, tears and snot flowing constantly, and even a pool of water accumulated on the ground.

"What's your name?" I asked in broken English. The other party's tone was full of pity. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand it. Not understanding foreign languages ​​is really a flaw!

The middle-aged man lowered his head and shivered, "I, my name is Yat, Lord, let me go, I beg you! I don't want to die."

I scratched my head, and I really didn't know what to do next! If I do it directly, it would be simple. I believe that fists in this world are the most common. But when I want to understand the information, even if the other party is willing to tell you, you won't understand it!

"Can you speak Chinese?" I asked helplessly. This person has his brain hidden in the refrigerator, which is unforgivable for me. If I don't understand what he said, I will naturally exude this murderous aura on my body.

This made Yat tremble even more horrified, but to my surprise, Yat actually said in Chinese: "I, I work in a Chinese restaurant, I can speak some Chinese."

"What's wrong with these brains?" I asked.

Yat glanced at me with a puzzled look, but didn't dare not say it, and said it again in Chinese.''This has changed my view of him a lot, at least not a must-kill rank.

"Who are you afraid of?" I asked again.

Yat raised his head and looked at me carefully. His face changed, and after a moment he turned into anger: "Do you know, it's too much for you to do this!"

"Answer, otherwise you will die!" As he spoke, the Soul-Devouring Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The darkness that devoured everything made the temperature of the entire room drop rapidly.

Yat shivered and secretly wanted to slap himself a few times. Why should he be so excited? Whether it is the mysterious oriental man in front of him, killing himself seems to be no different from pinching an ant to death.

Yat's knee, which had just stood up, bent down and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Sir, what we are afraid of is the owner here. He comes here every day to choose someone to leave. I know that the person who leaves must die because I have seen him pull off the head of that person in front of me this year and take out his brain." Yat said as he trembled, his face extremely fearful.

I finally understood what Yat was afraid of! All they feared was a person, a person who kept them in captivity. At the same time, I also understood why there were living dead people in the Goethe Building except for the parking lot and the lobby, other places were normal humans.

Of course I also understand why there is an ordinary person guarding the hall. First, it is to attract new customers to move in, and second, it is to supply the living dead who are wandering outside, and take the guards away here every once in a while. This is a kind of favor and a balanced strategy.

This city has long become a hunting place. Ordinary people occupy the vast majority but become poor captive animals. These so-called dark creatures can enjoy them at any time.

"Where is he?" I asked faintly, without any expression on my face. I feel very pity for these people, but I will not help them. After all, they are not Chinese. I have no reason to be enemies with all the dark forces in the West for these people. However, the Goethe Building belongs to Peter. As Mao Xueying's friend, I need to take action for him once. This is also a manifestation of affection.

"He! He is at the top. When I first came, he invited me to visit me, me!" Yat couldn't continue, it was a nightmare for him who didn't want to recall. But the next second, Yat wondered if he was dreaming.

The person in front of him suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

Pete shook his head and sat limply on the ground. Looking at the damaged door, he felt relieved. He sat on the ground, a man over seven feet tall, and even covered his face and started crying.

The Goethe Building has more than fifty floors, and only the ten floors in front are inhabited. The rest are empty, and it can be regarded as a veritable haunted house in China.

On the top floor, there is only one room, the elevator door is open, the passage is a semicircular space, and the door is facing the elevator with a flash.

I walked up and reached out and opened the door.

With a space of more than 100 square meters, you look like a living room. Next to the panoramic window, there is a very luxurious sofa.

A blonde man in his fifties sat on the sofa. He slowly put a bottle of red wine like plasma in his hand and put it into his mouth. He didn't seem to mind the slightest bit of my arrival.

"Here you! That old guy Juventus seems to be going to tear the contract!" said the blonde man casually, tasting red wine.

I didn't walk over, looked at the blonde man and said helplessly: "Can you speak Chinese? I don't understand what you are saying!"

The blonde man looked at me and suddenly laughed, laughing happily. Then he walked to the side, reached out to open the door of the refrigerator, and took out a sealed box from it. He walked to the coffee table as if nothing had happened, put the box down and opened it. It was a human brain inside.

I stood at the door, swaying my eyebrows, not understanding what this guy is doing, was it a complete ignorance of me or a contemptuous posture, eating the human brain in front of me!

The soul domain is unfolding, and there is actually a cold storage on this floor where the human body is placed. In the other room, there are more than a dozen cages, which are ferocious hunting dogs, and in the hound's food bowl are human limbs.

Just as I was observing, the blonde man had already picked up the spoon, dug a piece of his brain and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying it and was tasting the taste.
Chapter completed!