The Death Knell

Even if Jesse's strange screams came from the storage room behind him, Su Ming had no intention of looking back.

At first, the sound was filled with pain, but as time went by, it gradually changed, vaguely smelling of pain and joy, and in the end, it simply turned into a comfortable gasp.

Not to mention the death knell, the vampires next to him were stunned by this shameless groan. The empty blood bag in his hand fell to the ground in surprise, with a strange look on his face.

"I never thought Jesse would have such a hobby."

Su Ming is now playing the role of a vampire, and he has to show that he has seen strong winds and waves in his long life. He seemingly calmly shook his head with his hands behind his back: "He is a human being, and human beings have very strong adaptability. As long as they don't die, they will die." You'll get used to it... But in the future, don't buy a vacuum cleaner for the church. Use a sweeping robot. I'm worried that Jesse's addiction will make him die."

"People always have to die, and maybe dying happily is a good choice." Cassidy is indeed a real vampire, and he quickly accepted this statement, grinning: "But what happened to that angel? "

"It's just an angel. It's a weapon of God. There's nothing to say." Su Ming didn't mean to explain in detail.

After today, everything has nothing to do with this small church.

The skinny vampire nodded in understanding. He opened another pack of plasma, stuffed it into his mouth and sucked it while thinking.

About five minutes later, the two angels came out, and the biscuit box in the fat man's arms glowed with white light.

"Is it done?" Su Ming asked the thin man, who nodded affirmatively.

"Successful." Thin Angel threw aside the vacuum cleaner stained with suspicious filth and picked up his own box: "Our mission is completed."

At this time, Jesse, who was slowly moving out of the storage room while lifting his pants, came over. His face was red, and he dragged his two large boxes of money: "Cassie, come and help me, we have money." Now, I have so much money that I don’t even know how to spend it, hahaha!”

But at the same time, there was blood dripping from under his trousers.

The vampire also smiled. Sure enough, his friend was still the same. He didn't have any psychological shadow because of the blooming chrysanthemums. It seemed that his new coffin was ready.

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"What to do next?"

In the small room of the cheap motel, everyone gathered around the biscuit box placed in the middle of the carpet. It had been a while since Deathstroke and others came back, but no one said anything about their next move.

The orangutan scratched his head and scratched his head, looking a little impatient. Ever since he learned that the Holy Killer could kill Laughing, the urgency to avenge his old friend Jim was scratching his heart like claws.

He finally understood the meaning of Deathstroke's cold joke, because now his mind was filled with one question - when will the Laughing Bat die?

Saint was still watching TV. He was very interested in the cartoons and didn't even bother to participate in the discussion. He just rubbed his guns back and forth with his palms, not knowing what he was thinking.

The angel duo didn't know what to do next, so they looked at the man who called himself Deathstroke.

They originally planned to take the box back to heaven to perform meritorious deeds, but on the way back, the man told them that as long as they had this box in hand, they could retrieve God and asked them if they wanted to perform a super meritorious service again.

The current situation is like climbing a mountain, except for the last shiver.

As long as things are accomplished, they can return to heaven to enjoy all the glory, become great managers, become seraphs, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the peak of their careers.

In view of Deathstroke's good reputation before, the two angels simply broke the rules of heaven again and took out Creation and gave it to Deathstroke for temporary use.

In fact, at that time, they thought that Deathstroke would merge with Creation and enter their own bodies, and they wanted to remind them that it was almost a death-defying act. However, the other party seemed to know that if Creation and the host were incompatible, it would cause people to explode. There is no such plan.

He just put the cookie box on the floor of the hotel room, letting it emit white light like a little sun, and did nothing else.

This is a bit unclear.

Su Ming has returned to his original appearance. He is wearing a high-end suit and sitting on the edge of the bed, which is not clean at all. He crosses his legs and smokes:

"We are waiting for people to find us. The Knights of the Holy Grail are eagerly looking for the host of creation. They know that God has disappeared and want to recreate a God, a God who belongs to mankind."

"What a blasphemy!"

The fat angel showed his expression for the first time. Unlike his friend, he showed anger and sadness.

Under the intervention of some external factors, they behave more and more interestingly and become less and less like other angels.

Deathstroke raised his hand to wait for him to finish. Things are not that simple: "You don't know enough. What if I say that the Holy Grail Knights are the pawns arranged by God in the world? You must know that they have the Son of God in their hands."

"Everything is arranged by our Lord." The thin angel smiled and held down his companion, helping Deathstroke explain: "If he wants to, then he can, but we want to know what the Holy Son said?"

"As the name suggests, he is the biological son of God." Su Ming spread his hands and explained to the two angels: "I think you should also feel it. Some people say that the person possessed by Creation will be the Messiah, but in your Bible The argument is not that the Messiah should be Jesus himself, or that the Father and the Son are all the Messiah, and they are all Him.”

"What kind of tongue twister is this?" Harley turned her head and added a sentence while watching the cartoon. She didn't understand it at all, or she didn't care at all.

Just saying this, I was addicted to childish TV shows again.

The thin man and the fat man looked at each other and nodded again. The one who smiled still spoke. They had no intention of communicating with the mad woman and just said to the death knell:

"We have heard a rumor in heaven before, saying that God once descended to earth and had a relationship with a prostitute. She was the reincarnation of the only woman who gave him favor when he was crucified. We don't know whether it is true or not."

"It's true. They also have a stupid son, who is now the Messiah." Su Ming gave an affirmative answer. Seeing the angel asking again, he shook his head and refused: "Don't ask me how I know, you guys Just trust me.”

His thoughts were seen through, and the thin angel suppressed his words. The fat and thin people exchanged glances again. This time, the fat man spoke: "We have a guess about your identity, but we still need a proof to prove that you have nothing." I don’t know.”

Who knows what they are thinking, but it is very simple to prove.

Su Minggao smiled enigmatically and raised his hand to point at the thin man: "Then let me prove to you that he has never said his name. Is this correct?"

"Yes." Xiaoshou nodded.

"Fiore, your name is Fiore, right?" Deathstroke directly said the name of the thin angel. He did not know everything, but it was not difficult to pretend to know everything.

The angels communicated silently again, but the horror in their eyes proved everything.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. Outside the door was a bald middle-aged man with a very feminine temperament. At first glance, he seemed to be a eunuch.