Liu Hui's psychological problems have been solved.

She followed Roger and Ruyue back to Dream Company, but Lao Jiang did not leave together.

He is still in this seemingly ordinary bar.

I also turned on the radio below the bar, played a soothing music, poured myself a glass of wine, and drank it while thinking with my eyes closed.

Liu Hui talked about her life experience, but she neglected a little.

She, a little demon general, could finally control herself in her out of control anger two days ago. Lao Jiang did not believe in the powerful power of the Xiaofeng Demon Saint Hall, and could not even suppress her innate magical powers.

Liu Hui thought less.

Lao Jiang felt that there must be a secret behind the incident of the demon saint Xiaofeng suddenly going crazy three hundred years ago.

Moreover, before Xiaofeng went crazy, he was guarding the Sin Abyss in the West Sea, which forced Lao Jiang to think of the destroyed evil cultivators of Star Valley. The black gas they used to pollute the monsters seemed to come from the West Sea.

The mother-in-law in Zhenshan called the black gas "demonic gas".

"magic..."

Lao Jiang stared at the amber liquid in the wine glass in front of him, and he whispered:

"I'm just saying that in a world of cultivation, how can there be no such thing as ‘demon’, Xiaofeng, evil cultivator, Taofuyuan and the Immortal Alliance indulgence, Xihai...

Before his death, Cai Chenghuang repeatedly told him not to go to the West Sea, as there must be some terrible secrets, and Xiaofeng... a secret that even the powerful people of the bitter sea cannot resist.

So, what exactly is under the abyss of sin?

Is it really just an extraterritorial demon sealed there five hundred years ago?

Not necessarily."

Jiang Xia rubbed her chin and drank the wine in the cup. He knocked on the table.

explain:

"Have you heard enough? Friend, come out, I want to talk to you."

"Click"

The side door leading to the back of the bar was pushed open, and the middle-aged black bartender walked out slowly. He pointed to his ears and blinked at Jiang Xia.

explain:

"I didn't hear anything just now, such as the bitter wood realm, the demon-suppressing tower, the demon saint, etc., I didn't hear a word."

"I believe in you, but it doesn't."

Lao Jiang raised his glass to the bartender, then raised his right hand, and the dark red war-weary jumped into his palm, and the cold muzzle hit the black man in front of him.

The latter cooperated and raised his hands and made a French military salute.

"You haven't told you what your origin is."

Lao Jiang put down his wine glass and looked at the black bartender with a calm face in front of him. He said:

"I guess you are one of the superheroes who were disappointed in the world and chose to retire four years ago?"

"Oh, I'm not those big guys, I'm just...why, marginal guys."

The bar waved his hand and said modestly:

"No matter what I did before, I am just living in this store now. I like this kind of life. I have been fighting and killing all my life. I always want to change my way before I die.

So if you have to ask, I can only tell you.

My past is wonderful, but those are no longer worth lingering.”

The bartender picked up the cup and rag again. He ignored Lao Jiang's thrust, waved his hand and said:

"And that little girl in your house, she drank all the wine I had here. In order to protect her from being disturbed, I haven't opened the door to do business these two days, and it's all small business.

If I continue like this, I will go bankrupt next month.

so.

Before leaving, remember to settle the wine money and tips."

"Um."

Lao Jiang nodded, and he flicked the cigar in his hand in the ashtray and said to the bartender in front of him:

"Then be honest, stop pretending, I want to talk to the real you."

"Are you sure?"

The old bartender glanced at Jiang Xia and said:

"Let me tell you, the real me is very scary. I haven't let it appear for many years, just to scare those ignorant guys.

The soul of Windsor is there with you, right?"

The old bartender put down the cup in his hand, he lay on the bar and said to Jiang Xia:

"I guess you are planning to know some secrets from that stubborn witch, and don't have to worry about it. You give her to me and I will tell you everything you want to know."

At the fingertips of the old bartender, a flame with the smell of sulfur rose.

In the shadow floating behind him, one end had two horns and red all over, and the illusion of the devil wrapped in flames was laughing loudly, and his eyes turned dark red.

It reveals an ominous feeling.

"I'll just say, how boring it would be if there were no devil hell in a superhero world."

Lao Jiang admired the devil's illusion behind the wine glass.

He said:

"Are you a devil contractor?"

"Well, that's not accurate."

The old bartender pointed to his head and allowed the illusion of the sea of ​​fire to wrap up the entire bar. He said to Jiang Xia:

"I'm not a contractor, I'm...why, a landlord.

You don’t know that when your predecessors flocked into this world, they scared hell and heaven.

Not only did they rob the mortal world, they also shattered hell and destroyed the mountain of heaven before leaving, forcing those strange creatures to move to the human world to live.

But they are all outsiders, and if you want to stay here, you will definitely need a house..."

The old bartender pointed at himself with a reserved attitude and said;

"It's a coincidence that my house is quite large, so I rented it to some less friendly 'guests'. You don't have to worry about stupid things like I'll avenge Windsor.

When I was young, I was not with her.

You know."

The middle-aged black man showed a disdainful expression. He said to Jiang Xia as if he was complaining:

"Their wizards, proclaimed themselves as guardians of the world, carry out stupid missions, but they are just a group of frogs in the well, and they have no idea what the world has experienced a thousand years ago.

They did not see your predecessors waved their hands to break the hell, calling for the horror of the flood of the world and flooding the mountain of Paradise.

So they thought they could win.

Win again, goblin, stupid.

My companions and I will not do this. In fact, we welcome the strong men from thousands of years ago to rule the world again! We are willing to humbly dedicate it to you...

The strong men behind him.”

"interesting."

Jiang Xia smiled, took out the parchment paper he had always carried with him from his close pocket and placed it in front of the bartender.

explain:

"Say what you just said to Him again!"

Lao Jiang raised his wine glass and didn't even look at the bartender in front of him. He said:

"I don't care if you lied to me, but that adult is not as good as mine. If you really want to follow us, then say it.

Let the gods see your sincerity.”

"Ho?"

The bartender's expression changed a little.

He glanced at the ordinary parchment in front of him, waved his hand cautiously and wrote a sentence on the parchment.

The next moment, a force surged out of the parchment paper. As Lao Jiang was watching the show, he strangled the bartender's neck like an invisible force and lifted him into the air.

There are constantly devils of all kinds in his body. The illusions of demons appear and try to struggle, but every illusion will be easily crushed.

Until more than ten seconds later, the force let him go, causing the embarrassed bartender to fall to the ground, and blood flowed out of his eyes, nostrils and ears.

But he didn't dare to wipe it, but instead lay on the ground with an absolutely humble attitude, chanting loudly in strange language...

The name of a god.
To be continued...