Me, Creator of Evil Gods!

Generally speaking, even if you move forward in the dark, there should be many nocturnal scavengers peeping and some poisonous insects crawling, and some weak creatures that can only prey at night will also travel.

Unless it is entering the Jedi, it is impossible to be silent!

But now, in a place not far from Yangcheng, it is obviously impossible to be a Jedi!

Then another possibility is...

The leader of the original dark sect flickered, looked around, and the runes flickered in his hands, turning into a dark ring and spreading outward.

The original dark sect's unique secret technique, the ring of original darkness!

The ring was invisible and matterless, piercing through the dense jungle, but before it spread to a radius of fifty meters, it completely disintegrated.

"who is it?"

Following the leader's words, everyone became vigilant, gathered together, and spiritual power began to surge, faintly turning into a strange shape, a twisted black spoon, and an evil aura began to permeate.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the silent forest, elegant and slow, like a beautiful princess walking in a palace.

Soon, a figure with a colorful umbrella appeared in the moonlight. The combination of the long black dress and fair skin looked extraordinarily elegant.

She looked at the vigilant followers of the original dark sect, bowed slightly, and said apologetically:

"I originally wanted you to go on the road without pain, but I didn't expect you to be too vigilant. This is really troublesome..."

hit the road!

Several people from the original dark sect widened their eyes when they heard this sentence. The girl in the black dress in front of them was so arrogant that she dared to say that they were sending a group of them on the road.

If it is not a lunatic, there must be something to rely on.

However, the leader of the original dark sect was not angry because of this. After ordering the rest of the people to arrange spells through mental connection, he stared at the girl with a black skirt and colorful umbrella in front of him with narrow eyes, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who are you?"

"Me, you can call me the Soul Reaper, it's the name my master gave me!"

The Soul Reaper smiled slightly, answered the other party's question politely, then glanced around at the few believers who were secretly preparing for the formation, and said rather helplessly:

"But since you found out, then, please go to hell!"

"Arrogance!"

The leader of the original dark sect shouted angrily, the spiritual power on his body began to surge, and the twisted black spoon in the air began to emit a dangerous atmosphere, it was a morning star.

Just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly saw the girl in front of him stretch out her light white hand, a little empty, and a gentle voice sounded:

"The master is calling me, I can't waste time with you, the tide of resentful souls, come!"

After the voice fell, a terrifying ghostly atmosphere pervaded the entire forest, which became extremely cold and creepy.

This is not the coldness like the extremely cold breath, but the coldness originating from the depths of the soul, which is the power that the living fear.

"ghost?"

The leader of the original dark sect exclaimed. Just as he was about to resist, he found a terrifying sense of fatigue in his body, and the spiritual power in his body disappeared without a trace, as if he had been emptied without knowing it. .

This sudden change made his eyes widen, and the companions around him also fell down one after another. The gray rays of light in his body were pulled away and floated to the feet of the Soul Reaper, turning into a sea of ​​terrifying grievances. The sea is mighty.....

A large number of souls swam in it, wailing in pain, as if they wanted to struggle to escape, and the addition of new souls made their power even more terrifying.

Seeing the souls of those companions struggling to escape, the leader wailed in pain and still begged him for help.

Countless voices mixed together, and even turned into mental pollution, making his consciousness blurred, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"How can it be……"

He raised his head with difficulty, and the spiritual power, vitality and even soul in his body were rapidly passing away.

He looked at the girl in the black dress, his face still calm, as if he didn't kill a bunch of followers of the evil god sect, but just crushed a bunch of ants to death.

And behind her, countless innocent souls floated in the air in the form of heads, wandering, forming a sum of ghosts covering the sky and covering the sun, making a terrifying scream, shaking the soul and space.

And she, like a master of the nether world, took away the lives of thousands of creatures with a single palm.

At least an existence above Huiyue level!

"...The weirdness of the Huiyue class...how could it be like this..."

The little leader of the original dark sect trembled in his heart. Although he had dedicated his life to the original dark master, he was still afraid, and still afraid of death.

But since he was doomed to die, he was powerless to resist, so he could only ask with all his might:

"who are you?"

Such a powerful ghost monster came to the door, could it be a special department? Or is it some hostile force?

The Soul Reaper tilted her head, smiled and said:

"I am a pet under the owner's seat."

pet!

Who is the master behind the Huiyue-level monster as a pet?

Could it be a great existence...

But before he could think about it, all the followers of the original dark sect were turned into fly ashes, and this message was sent out with the help of the little boss's technique, which once again caused a sensation.

The Soul Reaper just looked at everything in front of her quietly, with a gentle smile on her lips, she naturally knew that the other party was sending a message, and she said these words on purpose.

"It's been so long since I've been out, I miss the master, as long as I stay by the master's side, I'll be happy..."

The banshee stepped on the ghost and climbed into the sky, leaving only a string of laughter like silver bells, echoing among the trees.

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Chapter 385

In the private workshop of the Stitching Association, Lu Yu, dressed in a black robe and wearing a pharaoh mask, has returned.

Originally, he wanted to visit Joy Street further, but Lu Yu finally gave up the idea of ​​continuing to visit after thinking that Naia seemed to be hiding in Joy Street, a bunch of saints of bliss, and possibly hidden old immortals.

But this time I saw a lot of beautiful young ladies, which satisfied my curiosity.

As for more in-depth actions, Lu Yu was not interested. It wasn't that he deliberately pretended to be a gentleman, but because although these women were good-looking, they barely reached six points because of some coquettish makeup.

A woman who can reach seven or eight points is already considered an oiran, and she will not leave the cabinet at will, and she will be used as a signboard most of the time.

And Lu Yu's vision has long been heightened by Qin Changge, Gu Panqiu, Shen Wuyou and a group of women who are close to the extreme, and has no interest in ordinary women at all.

Instead of lowering the standard, it's better to directly punish Shen Wuyou, an old driver who is so loud, on the spot, or wait for Gu Panqiu to come to his door.

Before he could walk out of several movies, Lu Yu suddenly stopped, looked at a dark corner and said:

"Solve it?"

The dark shadows began to distort, and the elegant figure of the Soul Reaper appeared, holding a small umbrella, with a gentle smile on her face, and said:

"Fulfilling the mission."

After finishing speaking, the Banshee came to Lu Yu with 14 brisk steps, and squatted down slightly.

Lu Yu took a look and thought she was injured at first.

But after thinking about it, something is wrong. The Soul Reaper is a Huiyue-level ghost monster, and the people of the original dark sect are only morning stars. Even if they exploded, they would not be able to hurt the Soul Reaper. .

Is there a guy at the archbishop level to support it?

Lu Yu was puzzled, but when he leaned closer, looking at the black hair of the Soul Reaper, he could smell a special fragrance.

A kind of agarwood wood that has been precipitated for years, the fragrance lingers and makes people intoxicated.

However, Lu Yu didn't see any injuries, so he wondered if it was an internal injury?

How can I say that the Soul Reaper is also one of his monsters. If he is really injured by the original dark sect, then Lu Yu doesn't mind calling all the monsters to clean up the original dark sect's stronghold.

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the head of the Soul Seizing Banshee, and just when he was about to use his spiritual power to investigate, the Soul Seizing Banshee suddenly trembled and made a voice:

"Oh!"

Beep?

Are you a little spider?

Lu Yu complained in his heart, and suddenly had a sense of seeing the little spider begging to touch his head, and the Banshee seemed to really enjoy it.

In other words... she wasn't injured at all, she was just imitating the appearance of a little spider, eager to pat her head to kill.

I didn't expect the Soul Reaper to have such a cute side under her noble princess appearance.

Lu Yu sighed in his heart, and then continued to touch the head of the Banshee, the silky hair was as smooth as if it was about to slip away in his hands.

Lu Yu looked at the happy Banshee, and said softly:

"Good job."

"Uh-huh!"

The Soul Reaper nodded, moved away obediently, and submerged into the void behind Lu Yu, following closely with an illusory posture.

Although she still wants to enjoy her master's touch, she understands that there are more important things now.

However, the Soul Reaper still felt a warm feeling flowing in her heart, and quietly looked at Lu Yu's back in the void.

Lu Yu nodded at this, then came to the door of the workshop, and knocked lightly on the door.

crunch!

The pitch-black gap opened, and a huge figure reappeared, it was Adelela's suture behemoth idiot.

Although the little idiot looked stupid, he was actually not low in intelligence. After glancing at Lu Yu, he knew that this was his master's guest, so he turned around and opened the door to make way for him.

Lu Yu looked at the little idiot with great interest, curious about the principle of its operation, maybe he could find out the rules from it and apply it to the monster editing.

However, Lu Yu forgot that his own strength is too strong, even his eyes with interest already contain power, especially when he just came into contact with Nyarlathotep, one of the three pillar gods, so it contains powerful power .

The terrifying pressure began to distort the space around the idiot, and a terrifying sense of scanning caused the flesh and blood on the idiot's body to take on a defensive posture, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The golden pharaoh's mask, like the appearance of a god of death, frightened the stitched monster to be vigilant.

However, Lu Yu just looked around, and after realizing the other party's reaction, he smiled dumbly, then looked away, and continued to walk inside.

The smell of blood began to permeate, and there was a lot of blood on the ground, like a scene of a murder, it could be directly used as a venue for shooting horror movies.

"No wonder sutures are so unpopular. Just this scene is worse than some cults of evil gods."

Lu Yu complained in his heart, and soon saw Adelela, but this time seeing this woman was more exaggerated than the last time.

This time, Adenela's messy hair was tied up in a mess, and the white shirt on her body was already stained red by the bright red blood.

Although he is thin and small, he holds a huge one-meter-long machete in his right hand, and his slender body exerts terrifying power to chop it down fiercely.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The huge sound reverberated in this workshop. If the walls were not equipped with soundproof formations, it might have attracted the investigation of the special department long ago.

But even so, Lu Yu still felt that he had come to the base of a corpse-crushing maniac, and Adelela was that corpse-crushing maniac.

Shen Wuyou at the side looked at Lu Yu who came back, and said resentfully:

"You really don't care about your products. You actually entrusted everything to me. You're really not afraid to create something weird."

Lu Yu glanced at her and said lightly:

"Isn't the suture behemoth inherently grotesque?"

As he said that, Lu Yu glanced at the little idiot, and then at Shen Wuyou, his eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

Shen Wuyou was annoyed in his heart, but he had nothing to do with Lu Yu, he snorted and stopped talking.

Adenela also heard the movement behind, turned around holding the knife, her pale face was still covered with blood, and said to Lu Yu:

"...You're back... I've already chosen... Would you like to take a look... I don't know if you like it or not..."

Lu Yu interrupted Adenela, and said calmly:

"No, I trust you!"

As a monster editor, he can better understand the meaning of editing monsters, and the same is true for stitching monsters.

Now that she has chosen to believe, there is no need to interfere with Adenela's performance for so long.