I seem to be an evil god

Before Liu Dao finished speaking, Smith had already run out first.

The two people held the coffin with their hands, took a big step with their left foot and swung it outward, followed closely with their right foot, and used their waists to rotate their bodies.

Using the two sides of the coffin as an axis, draw a big circle and then jump forward. After landing, you roll over and hide behind the coffin.

In the morgue, there is only the front door to leave, and the window at the back is too high for two people to reach.

But in fact, they didn't need to leave. Just when Jela was laughing wantonly, three tentacles stretched out from the coffin and slowly pushed the coffin lid forward. The mucus on the tentacles left green fluorescence on the coffin lid.

A vast and distant aura rose in the coffin. Jela stopped smiling and stared at the coffin nervously.

A figure stood up straight from it, its beautiful long hair turned into a dozen sea snakes, and the place where the lower jaw was originally turned into sticky tentacles.

The new Mrs. Smith twisted her neck, and green scales covered her skin.

Liu Dao's body hiding behind the coffin was trembling slightly. The blood transformation finally showed a side that was beyond his control. The 'Mrs. Smith' who rose from the coffin did not obey his command at all.

It is even more wishful thinking to turn it into blood and take it back to the left eye.

Smith comforted in a low voice: "Okay, you should have expected this scene, right?"

"Huh?" Liu Dao said nothing, sitting there with a low expression, waiting for Mr. Smith to continue.

"Professional-level control elites will definitely fail. It's a good thing to find out that you are not a genius. The strong have the troubles of the strong."

‘Professional-level control elites, there are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this world. ’

After comforting Liu Dao for a few words, Smith stood up from behind the coffin. 'Mrs. Smith' was standing with her back to her. Smith looked at his resurrected wife with an inexplicable expression and said: "Kill her, Vivian." .”

The domineering Zierra had not spoken for a long time since Mrs. Smith stood up in the coffin. At this moment, she looked at Smith in shock.

'Mrs. Smith' shook her body when she heard the voice, and several crisp sounds were heard in her body. Her head rotated 180 degrees, and a beautiful face with closed eyes faced Smith.

Seeing this 180-degree turn of his head, Smith swallowed.

‘Undead creatures should all have memories of their lives. ’ Smith’s legs were shaking, and he once again said to his wife: “Kill Jera, Vivian.”

'Mrs. Smith's' closed eyes slowly opened, a pair of vertical pupils appeared in them, the snake hair on her head also opened her eyes, and the sound of 'Sisi' snakes could be heard endlessly.

Liu Dao looked at Smith who was seeking death and reminded him in a low voice: "I can't control this elite monster."

"Of course I know you can't control it, she should listen to me." Smith faced the astonishing vertical pupils, his body shaking uncontrollably.

‘Isn’t it said that the undead have vague memories, and their brains are not easy to use, so they are easy to control! ’ Smith loudly cursed the friend who had told him this information. He never thought that Liu Dao was not a necromancer at all.

At this time, the sound of a stone falling to the ground was heard, and Jela had retreated to the corridor outside the door, trying to leave quietly.

There was another crackling sound, and Mrs. Smith's head instantly returned to its normal position. Under the sleeves of the funeral gown, more than a dozen tentacles were instantly drawn out.

Jela rolled to the side with all her strength, and the vines behind her wrapped herself up, turning into a two-meter-tall green giant. She knew in her heart that now she had no means at all, and she could easily deal with professionals. She was no match for an elite-level enemy. .

The slippery tentacles left a huge hole in the wall. After Jera turned into a green giant and escaped, Mrs. Smith also chased out surrounded by the tentacles.

After the two humanoid creatures left, Smith collapsed on the ground. Liu Dao helped him up and left the morgue in a daze.

"After this is over, I'll hire you to beat up Jerry from your guild." Smith looked hateful, "He was the one who told me that undead creatures are easy to fool."

Liu Dao smiled and did not answer when he heard this. He didn't know whether it was an undead creature or not?

Looking at Smith's angry expression, Liu Dao secretly prayed for the demon hunter named Jerry.

"I hope you won't be beaten so badly."

Jerry Slob, a bloodline professional in the guild, judging from his poor level, this beating was inevitable.

"Ouch, isn't this our dear Mr. Smith?" A figure in red robes appeared leading a heterogeneous horse. "Your maid has caused heavy losses to the church."

"Deacon of Desire" Smith looked ugly, "Jera is just having a discussion with you, so what's the loss?"

"No, no, no, Miss Jela caused us to lose two elites and 14 professionals." The red-robed deacon said with a playful look on his face, "Please ask Mr. Smith to come to our school to discuss compensation~"

"I wonder how much compensation my horse is worth?" Smith stepped forward helplessly.

"Horse, what kind of horse? This is my trophy, not the one you raised." The red-robed deacon pushed further. Now that the two elites have left, he is the strongest on the field.

Liu Dao, who was standing aside, suddenly said: "Church, I remember that except for the Light Church, the rest are all cults."

The red-robed deacon's expression changed and he stared at Liu Dao fiercely: "The goddess is the only true god in the world, and the saint of light is just a rebellious child!"

"Child, haha, the mother who was beaten into a ground mouse by her child is really a failure."

During the Second War of Gods, the goddess of desire who walked on the earth did not know what she was thinking, and spread the word that the God of Light was his child.

When the church learned about it, it was furious and sent eighteen epic knights to hunt down the goddess of desire. Finally, they blocked the arrival of the saint at the western end of the eastern continent.

Eighteen epic knights prayed together, and the God of Light punished her by driving the Goddess of Desire three levels below the ground. The Goddess of Desire has not yet escaped from the ground.

Calling the goddess of desire a mouse can be said to be the biggest challenge to the Church of Joy.

The red-robed deacon's eyes were blood red and he held a long whip in his hand. "Don't think that I'm afraid of the demon hunter. Although I can't kill you, Master Nazha won't mind some minor wounds."

Liu Dao pressed forward step by step and walked up to the red-robed deacon, "I am a demon hunter. If you touch me, there won't be a single living member of the Church of Joy in Lion City tomorrow!"

"I'll kill you here, and no one will know that I did it." The red-robed deacon threatened in a low voice.

"Really? Is Mr. Smith going to die too? Doesn't it matter if the plan you have been preparing for so long fails?" Liu Dao smiled, and under the attention of the two elites, he arranged for more than a dozen professionals. Even if Mrs. Smith intervened, it would not be the case. It can be accomplished overnight.

"Mr. Smith is a distinguished guest of our church. He will not leak this news." The red-robed deacon said this through gritted teeth.

"The so-called Shadow Parliament, once Mr. Smith knows its true meaning, will he still be so cooperative with you?" Liu Dao threatened in the red-robed deacon's ear in a low voice.

At this point, the red-robed deacon saw Liu Dao's intention: "No need to say more, what do you want?"

Liu Daodison pointed to a narrow aisle on the side, "In the past, you didn't know Mr. Smith."

Looking at the dim corridor, the red-robed deacon hesitated. He turned around and scattered three seeds, trapping Mr. Smith on the wall.

"Come on, I advise you not to play any tricks."

The red-robed deacon led Ma and Liu Dao into the aisle. This aisle seemed to be a shortcut for servants to deliver meals, with a width of only one meter.

The red-robed deacon led the horse over, and the strong exotic horse had already blocked the aisle.

After entering, Liu Dao didn't say much. He walked around the red-robed deacon and looked up and down at the strong exotic horse.

Seeing his expression, the red-robed deacon understood.

This guy has taken a liking to my horse.

"It's easy to keep me silent, this horse? Do you understand what I mean?" Liu Dao was still looking up and down at the strong horse.

The greed in his expression could not be concealed.

The red-robed deacon was very hesitant. This horse was considered a gain outside of the mission. In other words, he had to use his personal property to complete the mission of the church.

Seeing his hesitation, Liu Dao urged in a low voice: "Make a decision quickly. You know who is more important, a foreign horse or the Smith Group."

The red-robed deacon looked at the exotic horse in his hand again, hesitated again and again, and handed the horse to Liu Dao.

"Remember, don't talk too much." The red-robed deacon said bitterly, and then walked away.

Liu Dao led the horse and stood there, with the horse's head facing the red-robed deacon, about ten meters away from him at this time.

The red-robed deacon who didn't hear the sound of horse hooves turned back to look at Liu Dao, "What are you thinking about? The horses are all for you."

Liu Dao slowly stuffed his fingers into the horse's mouth, and then slowly retreated behind the horse.

Seeing his action, the red-haired deacon looked confused: "What did you do?"

"Nothing, this is our school's secret method of taming animals." Liu Dao smiled in the darkness.

Under the skin of the alien horse, waves of flesh rolled, and three ferocious giant horns protruded from the front end.

A huge sound of horses galloping came from the corridor, and a white line suddenly rushed out and hit the wall directly opposite. Smith, who was trapped on the wall, couldn't bear to turn his head.

"It's so tragic, everyone was hit and killed."

After Liu Dao confirmed the dead body of the red-robed deacon, he took a sharp stone from the ground and began to rub the vines that trapped Smith.

"That's my horse, you can't be more careful when using it." Smith complained softly.

"He is a top professional. If you don't let the horse charge with all its strength, what if you don't die?" Liu Dao's heart was also throbbing. The mutant horse transformed by his blood will definitely have the strength of the top professional. That's it. It's really a waste to hit your head against the wall.

After cutting off the vines, Liu Dao and Smith worked together to escape from Fenggu Manor. They looked at the outer wall with several large holes and the roar of battle still coming from Fenggu Manor.

Smith said to Liu Dao angrily: "Let's go find your director. These two crazy women must die!"

Liu Dao followed behind him and whispered with an inexplicable expression: "Director,,, President is pretty much the same."