People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 48 Undercurrent

"Oh? You mean that Yongen is very knowledgeable about the rules of life and can even heal the injuries in my soul?"

In one of the most magnificent mansions in Maple Red Plains, Murphy sat on the Iron Throne and looked down at the figure in front of him.

"Yes, Lord Murphy. Yongen's soul attack is extremely powerful, and I have personally seen him heal Hanmer's soul. Lord Harry can also testify to this." Bailey knelt down under the throne with a look on his face. He said gloomily.

Ever since he saw Yone again more than a hundred years ago, the hatred in Bailey's heart has been swirling in his heart, always reminding him to seek revenge.

However, the only way he can think of for revenge is to get rid of Yongen with the help of Murphy.

But who knew that from that day on, Master Murphy began to retreat, and this retreat lasted for a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, Bailey had lived a very painful life. Every time he saw Yongen's clear face, he became more and more unbearable, like countless ants crawling on his heart, itching unbearably.

Fortunately, Mr. Murphy finally came out of seclusion. Although Bailey had to wait for too long, Bailey couldn't help but smile darkly when thinking about the revenge he was about to get.

"Is that so, Harry?" Murphy looked at Harry from the corner of his narrow eyes.

Murphy didn't quite trust what Bailey said.

First of all, this Bailey's strength is low, and the vision of a mere low-level god is not enough to see anything.

Secondly, although this Bailey has been joining the bandits for nearly ten thousand years, he does not come from Murphy's material plane.

In Murphy's heart, the ones he trusted were the brothers who were born in the same material plane. As for the others, they were just tools for him to make money.

"Yes, Bailey is right. Yongen's attainments in the soul are indeed far superior to mine. Although he is only a mid-level god, the rules of life are good at healing souls, and he must be able to heal your injuries to some extent. Harry said with a smile.

In fact, if Bailey hadn't taken the initiative to inform him, Harry would have told Murphy the news.

Although he got along very well with Yongen and Hammer, this short-lived relationship was far less than the kindness Murphy treated him.

In addition, there are very few gods who practice the rules of life in hell. I don’t know how long it will take to meet a god who practices the rules of life after missing Yongen.

But Lord Murphy's injury cannot be delayed any longer. Even if Yone is just a middle god and may not be able to slow down the soul wounds left by the upper gods, Harry is willing to let Lord Murphy give it a try.

"Since you say so, then bring Yongen here."

Murphy's low voice came, and Bailey couldn't help but trembled when he heard it, and the smile on his face became more unrestrained, "Yongen, you are going to die soon, haha!"

"Yes, Sir Murphy." The two responded in unison, and then exited Murphy's mansion.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Tianfeng City, inside the Devil's Castle.

A short brown-haired man with strange tattoos all over his body crossed the lintel of the Devil's Castle.

His eyes were gloomy and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitching. Looking at his expression, he was very angry.

This man is none other than Bu Luo of the Nalosa tribe.

"For a hundred years, I have been receiving demon missions day and night, almost dying several times, and finally accumulated a fortune of 15 million ink stones. This money is enough to invite a five-star demon to take action, and the Pofi Bandit Group If you insult me ​​like this, I want you all to be destroyed!"

Bro said angrily to himself, memories flooding into his heart like a floodgate.

"Leave the three of them and you can go, otherwise, we don't mind fighting for our lives!" The scene from the past reappeared, and Harry's arrogant words rang out again. Bro felt suffocated. That battle not only embarrassed him, but also forced his woman and friends to give up.

For a hundred years, every time Bro thought about it, the picture seemed as clear as yesterday, making him extremely unwilling and resentful.

This hatred drove him to practice desperately, but his state of mind was disrupted, and no matter how hard he practiced, he never made any progress.

He knew that his heart was in chaos, and the only way to calm down again and regain his strong heart was to kill Harry's group one by one.

But after arriving in Tianfeng City, Bro realized that Harry and his party, who had brought him great humiliation, were actually members of the famous Bophy Bandit Group.

The Pofi Bandit Group is a powerful force with five-star demons. If it were larger in scale, it would be no worse than some small tribes.

He was a stronger mid-level god, but he was no match for the Bofi Bandits. In desperation, he had no choice but to desperately accept demon missions and accumulate wealth, so as to invite strong men to take action and avenge him.

Fortunately, God was kind to him.

Even though he narrowly escaped death several times on demon missions, he was still able to survive and accumulate enough wealth in the end.

"Bro, you are here to take on another mission. You are really working hard, but today's three-star and four-star missions are more dangerous. I think you should come back in a few days." The elf woman at the front desk said with a soft smile. As sweet as a silver bell.

Bro couldn't help but feel a sense of peace when he heard it. He showed a smile that he had not seen for a long time and said: "Kelly, today I am not here to do a mission, but to issue a demon mission."

"Issuing a mission?" Kelly's beautiful facial features stretched out, and she looked at Bro with her beautiful eyes confused.

"Yes, I hope to invite a strong man who is at least a five-star demon to annihilate the Bophi bandit group in Maple Red Plains. To this end, I am willing to spend all my savings of 1500 million ink stones." Bro said calmly.

"Inviting a five-star demon?" Kelly was shocked again. She thought she had paid very close attention to Bro, but she still didn't expect Bro to be able to accumulate such a large amount of wealth in just a hundred years.

"Perhaps, I can try dating him." Kelly's pretty face suddenly turned red.

She became the receptionist of this devil's castle, apart from the benefit of being able to live in Tianfeng City for free, her biggest purpose was to find a strong man to marry and spend the rest of her life with.

After all, those who can successfully pass the demon test and become demons are the strong ones.

It would be best if this strong man were younger, for example, this Bro in front of him.

Although Kelly didn't know Bro's actual age, judging from his aura, he was definitely not over 10,000 years old.

This age is very young in hell.

Moreover, he can become a four-star demon as a mid-level god. Kelly cannot even imagine his future achievements.

You know, the average high-level god who refines the godhead is only at the level of a three-star demon, but this middle-level god of Bro is a four-star demon. What level of strength will he reach in the future?

If you don't take the initiative when you are weak, when Bro becomes stronger, you may not like Kelly anymore.

If you encounter such a good match, if you don't seize it as soon as possible, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

"No, I have to act as soon as possible." Kelly secretly decided, and when she looked at Bro, her eyes had a strange charm.

(End of this chapter)