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The warm sunshine shone on his face, and the squeaking sound of wheels rang in his ears. Roger woke up, closed his eyes to adjust to the light, and found that he was locked in an iron prison car. He touched the backrest

In such a place, an iron rod as thick as a baby's arm cannot be twisted at all.

There were three soldiers with swords on each side of the prison car, two of whom were holding crossbows.

The mountain road was uneven and the vehicle was bumpy. Roger slowly moved his body and tried several places to make sure that the prison vehicle was not generally strong.

There was a large pile of tattered linen in the corner of the prison van, and a small piece blew over in the wind. Roger threw it back, frowning as he thought about how to get out.

If I remember correctly, heretics were dealt with by fire in the Middle Ages.

terrible.

I thought of several ways, but none of them worked for the time being.

Escape is also a skill.

Leaning on the prison car, Roger closed his eyes, and the five-watt light ball appeared again.

Inside the light ball, the purple-black light group disappeared without a trace.

Is this the energy that has been converted into the source of light? A small light bulb with only five watts? Wasn’t it promised that it would be a hundred watts?

A demon soul can only transform so much? Were you created by the third brother?

PetroChina is more reliable than you!

How many demon souls do you need to eat to get one hundred watts?

It's not that there is no good news. The thing in his heart is gone. He can't feel it at all. He can probably get rid of the control of Anna with long legs. The next step can be to plan for long legs... no, it is to plan how to design these long legs.

By the way, there is also the body. Is the body back to normal?

Roger lowered his head to look. His left hand was like skin and bones, covered in a dazzling purple-black color. It looked like dried chicken feet.

Am I so unlucky? Roger moved his left hand, which was as flexible as before, and then grabbed the iron railing next to him. It was normal to use force or something.

Then he tried it randomly and couldn't help but shake his head: This ghost claw neither explodes like the long-legged Anna who points at anyone, nor does it spray purple-black liquid.

The only special feature is that it looks like air-dried chicken feet, which guarantees you will be a single dog for the rest of your life.

The prison car passed through a large pit and bumped violently, causing the piles of tattered linen to move.

Roger rolled up his sleeves, and not only his left hand was dried, but his entire upper arm turned into that ghostly appearance.

What will we do next? Roger is really worried. How can he still grab a long leg with one hand?

All the blame can be thrown at Anna's head. You must tell Doug later that you saw long-legged Anna farting and ask him to cut off Long-legged Anna's butt.

"Why……"

Roger shook his head and sighed, probably Doug had let Cecilia's tail pierce her to death.

A second of silence for Black Lives Matter. I hope there is political correctness in heaven or hell and Black Lives Matter can continue.

He quietly opened his shirt again, and his chest seemed to be filled with countless earthworms, which were still dead and rotting inside. There were purple and black lines snaking out, as dense as a spider web. All the lines came together at the heart to form a sickle-shaped

Purple-black scars.

"I'll go!" Roger gave up the idea of ​​withdrawing from the ranks of singles, "Wouldn't it scare people to death if they just have sex?"

Is this caused by a sickle? It got into the heart and turned into a bird-like shape? It must be a very powerful weapon, right? How to pull it out? I have no clue at all.

Naturally, he gave the blame to the long-legged Anna again. If Doug died, wouldn't there be Granny Rong? Find a way to get Granny Rong to use the bitch-detecting needle on Anna.

Fortunately, the energy from the source of light can be used to return to normal. Otherwise, how can he return to serve the motherland with such a ghostly appearance?

Roger was just about to activate the energy of the source of light according to the information left by the hero's soul. He was surprised to find that the light ball was a little darker, and it would definitely not reach five watts!

Maintaining the seal consumes so much power? Roger closed his eyes and felt it carefully, and could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​using the energy of the source of light.

I don’t know how much power it will take to restore it. What if this small five-watt light bulb goes out? The person it sealed is much more advanced than Baron Samuel.

Otherwise, the Source of Light would have swallowed and transformed that person long ago, why would it still be so troublesome?

It turns out that the ball of light was not made by Brother San, but by NTU 7! He is the second-hand car dealer who was trembling after buying NTU 7!

After some deliberation, between the possibility of completely turning into a devil and the temporary non-serious inhumanity, Roger chose the latter.

You can wear gloves on your left hand and have clothes covering your chest, so it's not a big problem.

According to the information left by the heroic soul, as long as the person who sealed it doesn't run out, all these can be solved. It's just a matter of how much energy is consumed.

Putting aside for the time being the poor conversion efficiency and inhuman appearance of the Source of Light, Roger thought about the current situation again.

The most urgent thing is charging! When the battery reaches the bottom, it will burp, and even the corpse will turn into the body of the devil.

Roger sighed softly, even if all the devils in this world avoid me, I will still bite the bullet and come to kill him!

Where to find it? Roger's eyes fell on the soldiers outside.

The leader last night said they wanted to arrest him and take him to the Florence Cathedral. They had a lot of dealings with the devil?

They are dealing with demons. I want to slay demons to recharge my batteries. Can we join forces?

Remember what Baron Samuel said last night that he had been waiting for five hundred years for him? What other plans did he ruin? Based on the situation at that time, these words were definitely not said casually.

What does that mean?

It is not difficult to speculate that meeting Baron Samuel and Cecilia was not accidental.

Roger held his chin, carefully thought about the recent events, and came to the conclusion that Anna with long legs was probably dancing with the devil!

Long-legged Anna brought a few of them in and installed something in her body. As a result, Baron Samuel's demon soul was swallowed as a tonic. If this had nothing to do with Long-legged Anna, who would believe it?

The prison car bumped violently again, and the pile of tattered linen cloth suddenly opened up, revealing a head of eye-catching short golden-red hair, and a long hand that kept rubbing the head under the short hair.

Roger knew her, that female top student who liked to stab people with a scalpel, her name seemed to be Bella.

"Why are you here?" Red-haired Bella looked at him curiously.

"I've been here for a long time." Roger answered the question, "It's you, why did you suddenly show up?"

In this weird world and unfamiliar environment, meeting someone you've known for a day feels like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Everyone rides in the prison car together, what is it but old acquaintance?

The red-haired Bella seemed to be reliable when she was reliable. She pondered for a while and said, "They seem to have put medicine in the water I drank. I just woke up."

Roger was not satisfied with the answer: "How did you get caught?"

The red-haired Bella didn't answer. She looked around and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"I asked you first." Roger emphasized.

The red-haired Bella pulled away the torn linen cloth on her body: "Answer me first."

Roger coughed: "What's the benefit?"

It looks like the legs are quite long too.

"I don't need a scalpel to insert you!" red-haired Bella said directly.

Roger was very dissatisfied with these words. He is such a girl, but he is always intrusive, and he is really disliked. He immediately showed his ghost claws: "A person possessed by the devil will be afraid of your scalpel?"

The red-haired Bella opened her eyes wide, looked carefully, and asked: "Is this...really?"

Roger flexed his ghost claws and said, "Of course it's true."

"Okay, I'll go ahead!" Red-haired Bella made a quick decision, "But I want to study this hand."

Without waiting for Roger to agree, she said to herself: "Yesterday, when I opened my eyes, I was at a fork in the road. A bunch of people dressed in medieval clothes saw me wearing pants and said I was a heretic and a witch. Then a group of soldiers

Catch me, but I couldn’t beat them, so they caught me.”

Roger nodded slightly and said premeditatedly: "I'll tell you good news. According to my observations, we are now near Florence in the Middle Ages. Maybe we can see Leonardo da Vinci."

The red-haired Bella said calmly: "Will he let me cut open his stomach and dissect it?"

Roger choked at these words. Could it be that ordinary people cannot understand the thinking of a top student?

"Let's talk about the bad news." Roger showed his ghost claw and shook it again, "They decided that I was the devil and you were the witch, and they were going to send them to the Florence Cathedral to participate in a barbecue feast, where we could enjoy the slow roasting.

"

The red-haired Bella didn't seem to hear this and kept staring at Ghost Claw: "It's unscientific to be able to move like this? How did it become like this?"

"Didn't I say that? I became the devil."

Roger didn't know who was in the room at that time, so how could he tell the truth and talk nonsense seriously, "Of course the devil must have ghost claws."

He continued what he had just said: "There are appetizers before the barbecue. I just had a chat with the guards. From the moment we entered the city of Florence, the men took prison cars and the women rode wooden donkeys."

At this point, Roger deliberately asked: "Do you know the wooden donkey?"

The red-haired Bella didn't answer, but reached out and took out a bright scalpel from her pants.

Roger looked at her strangely. How could a scalpel be hidden in such a place? It's a great experience! Aren't you afraid of inserting it into places it shouldn't be inserted into?

However, showing weapons is also an opportunity.

Of course Roger was not wasting his words when he said so much nonsense. He immediately shouted: "Guard! Guard! I want to report! This witch has hidden weapons!"

The red-haired Bella looked at Roger in surprise, was it wrong? We are from the same world, we are in the same group!

Aren't you rebelling and surrendering to the enemy?
Chapter completed!