"Ms. Weizi is just in case. I heard that the new godfather Dismusk has a reputation and can kill the immortal wizard Whitman. After all, it is not an ordinary person; and Weizi is the best witch in Europe; of course, I don't trust your strength. After all, as a successful business person, I still like to take some safe routes. Bi        W.『BiQuGe.CN" Ahad said with a laugh, not knowing how many words he said were true or false.

"Ha!~Businessman? That old virgin who shows off is called you the helm of the Magic Family." Luciru hesitated. For him, the immortal wizard is just a killer or a thug code, or a nickname for a leader, and a magician may be a performer within his understanding. But it is better to ask some questions. "Also, can the so-called wizard Whitman block the bullet?"

The old white-bearded man listened to Luciru's tricky question, without any emotion. Perhaps, there was no need to be angry about a person who was about to become a scapegoat. Ahad smiled and said, "Of course, no, the bullet will take everything from him. You can completely relieve yourself. And you don't have to worry about Dismusk. He is just a person after all, but the war is about to end. Behind you are the entire Allied forces or the US government, this huge behemoth, why don't you feel at ease!"

Yes, that's right, maybe Dismusk won't challenge the government behind you, but it's more than enough to kill you. The scapegoat should have the awareness of the scapegoat, the old man thought of it.

"Hmph, okay, hehehe, I don't worry about him at all. With the defeat of the Italian army, the Black Hand Party in Sicily led by him will be punished by the Allies if he follows Mussolini to fight for the tiger. And with the North American Black Hand Party that cooperates with the US government, it will definitely fill the underground power vacuum here. What's wrong with me? Lord Ahad, what I care about is your promise, you give me information, I will help you do things, but the spoils you get should be mine!" After a while, Luciru finally said what he thought was the most important.

"No one snatched you, Lord Luciru." The old man said slowly; who would care about those burning property...

At this time, the gunshots in the manor gradually became sparse. Two young women in nun's uniforms walked out from the burning gate, one holding a two-meter-long axe in his hand and the other holding a double sword. In the middle was a girl in a pink tweed coat, and drove all the way to the old man.

"Grandfather, why, why do you do this?~..." The girl rushed to the ground and asked helplessly. The white show covered her eyes, and crystal clear liquid sprinkled on the yellow soil.

"Why?! Alice Phil! Who gave you the power to talk to me so rudely!" Ahad did not answer any questions, but directly rebuked; Luciru, who was next to him, was not interested in watching the scolding of the old man who was almost a family, shook his head and took his own people toward his greatest trophy, Louis Manor.

"You can't do this, Musk will be sad, he will be angry, I don't want to see him like that." Alice Phil didn't know the courage to come from, suddenly raised his head and said to Ahad in front of him. The messy long blown to both sides by the breeze, and his delicate little face was covered with tears.

The old man who seemed to be out of touch with the white outfit slowly narrowed his eyes, looked at himself "valued" his granddaughter, gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Who has given you so much emotion?! This time during the war avoidance journey, you seem to have learned a lot, knowing that you talked back to me, have so many emotions, and have a relationship with a wild man, you are a doll, you have forgotten who gave you life and everything you have given you, what is the meaning of your existence, and what is the mission of the family you are responsible for. It seems that you have to repent well in the dark basement of the castle..."

"No...no~!" Alice seemed to recall the terrifying and helpless life when she was young. That dark, helpless and pale experience once again filled her brain, and her eyes gradually became dissipated. She began to wave her arms desperately, trying to sway the crowd in front of her. How she thought it was just a dream, a nightmare, and that there was still time to wake up.

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Outside North Africa and Egypt, the vast forest filled with dead forests, and the group finally walked out. What caught my eye was a unique pyramid. Rows of dog-faced and human-body statues stood on both sides of the entrance of the pyramid, in opposition, like the guards guarding the tower declared the sovereignty here. The statue was portrayed as a symbol of the god of death Anubis, which represented who the owner of the pyramid was.

"Damn it, I finally walked out of this damn forest." Carmen kept complaining as he walked, slapped the dirty clothes on his clothes.

"Head, I feel that's not the point." Mark replied, turning his head in confusion and asked Johnson beside him, "I wonder why Rick kept hiding from the sun with his precious son in his arms, running so fast, looking, he was about to enter the pyramid."

Johnathan glanced at the nagging Mark and said with a strange look on his face, "How do I know!"

Seeing his son with a bracelet avoiding the sunshine and finally reaching a safe place, Evelyn, who was running, breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, and said sincerely, "They have finally arrived, thank God!"

"It should be thanks to the godfather." Mark smiled and smiled.

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and a powerful external force suddenly acted on them. Mark and Carmen couldn't help but fly towards the stone statues on both sides. Carmen's after-light looked at a bald man in black who stretched out his palm and waved it gently at them, and couldn't help but say "****..." and then made a close contact with the stone statue.

Another woman in black passed through the three men, and a sharp knife with a sharp blade inserted into Evelyn's lower abdomen, who had not recovered from her senses. She was left with only a shocked look on her face.

The bald man following closely behind threw Johnson out, who was stunned by the side, with his movements skillfully and coherently. I don't know how many times he has done such an action.

"No!~~~~~~~" Rick, who ran into the eaves of the pyramid, saw this heart-wrenching scene, and a torn roar, and a wild beast rushed out like a madman...

He gently picked up Evelyn who was about to leave with both hands, sadness, regret, helplessness, anger, and I don’t know how many emotional words are intertwined, staying in my mind, but staying in my heart forever; I prayed for God and thanked Virgin Mary for so many times, but the final result was that Evelyn’s life was about to leave.

Rick, a man destined to be sad, with hatred or the most straightforward anger, whistled to the sky and headed straight to the pyramid like crazy. There, perhaps, is a good place, a place to end.

"Hell, I feel bad!" Mark climbed up from the ground, shook his neck to make sure his head was fine in the collision.

"I haven't been thrown out like a child for more than ten years." Carmen, who looked unhappy, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his hands and said in a low voice, "And he was killing people in front of me! I think we should do something!"

"It seems that women's blood can always stimulate men's blood." A sudden voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them; when they heard the familiar voice, they were both stunned. Carmen and Mark looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"Well, thank God, Godfather, you are fine. In fact, when I saw that damn bald head, I was particularly worried about your safety." Carmen said incoherently.

"So too..." Mark said concisely, his facial expression and the movements of both hands express his exciting mood at this moment.

At this time, Johnson, who was holding the little boy, finally remembered something, suddenly turned around and said, "Hisser Musk, I hope to get your help. I know you have a way to save my sister, you have a way..."

The tone was strong and fast, with strong emotional fluctuations; Musk understood his mood at this time, and he felt very sad about Evelyn's death. He was also a beautiful memory when discussing the starry sky with Evelyn, but after all, he did not have the ability to revive the dead. For this, he could only say, "I'm sorry, Johnson, I don't have that ability..."

"No, no, impossible," Johnathan murmured to himself, holding the little boy, "I heard Evelyn say that you are a more special man, she has seen some strange things in your hands."

As he spoke, Johnathan suddenly stopped and looked at Musk who was frowning and said softly, "That is the breath of death. It does not belong to this world. You can definitely save him!"

Musk's thoughts were ignited. It turned out that when he was addicted to the nebula on that airboat, his alertness to things outside had dropped to such a poor level. It seemed that he really needed some growth experience and shouldn't just stay in the greenhouse. That was not the result he wanted. And Evelyn actually saw the light blue corpse accumulating energy in her hand. This might also be a fate.

Thinking of this, Musk chuckled and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try."

"Thank you very much!" Johnathan said excitedly.

Musk looked up at the pyramid in front of him, his eyes turned light blue, but with some rare pale pale, his blue eyes looked at Evelyn who was lying on the ground. Her beauty did not fade away due to death, but was like a quiet princess, her eyes closed, waiting for the prince's kiss and awaken. Then he turned his eyes to the pyramid in front of him, and said after a while, "Evelyn's soul has not left her body. I saw her hope of life in this pyramid. There is a shape that seems to be a book. The breath of life it brings is quite strong. If you find it, Evelyn will be saved."

"Ah, yes!~I remember it, it's that book, the Black Sutra of the Undead!" Johnathan said excitedly.
Chapter completed!