A pair of dark hands poked out from Wacker's chest and grabbed Liu Yufeng's soul in an instant! The powerful and cold feeling reminded Liu Yufeng of the feeling when he was invaded by the four evils for the first time.

The body, soul, thinking, and even the power of sequence become slow or even stiff under this powerful cold touch.

"God envoy? Hahahaha, you don't know who you are facing! He is the real god!!!" Wacker looked a little crazy, and Hoth seemed to have seen something not far away. He suddenly reacted and looked at Wacker in shock and shouted:

"You actually summoned that evil existence! You are crazy!!!"

"Hahahahaha! We are crazy? No, we are afraid! We are afraid of Allah's judgment and Van Helsing's awakening, but He is not afraid! He told us that he can protect us and give us everything we want! So, we responded to Him, hahahaha!!!" Wacker's expression was extremely hideous and crazy at this moment, just like the dying struggle of a terminally ill patient before his death.

At the same time, the pair of gray and terrifying hands were dragging Liu Yufeng's soul into Wacker's body bit by bit. Just as he was about to succeed, Liu Yufeng's body suddenly stretched out his hands. He held the gray arms tightly and dragged it into his body bit by bit in the opposite direction.

"It turns out to be the power of the ghost world. Who are you? How dare you interfere with Lord Lingying's affairs?"

Another person's gloomy voice came from Wacker's body, which was extremely resentful, and it made people stand upright when they sounded.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I just think this way of using power is very familiar, so I learned to use it." Liu Yufeng grinned high at the corner of his mouth, reaching an exaggerated amplitude, and his expression was extremely gloomy and terrifying. His black eyes were so deep that he could not see his pupils at this time, like a pair of terrifying bottomless black holes.

"No matter who you are, who do things for whom you dare to destroy Lord Lingying's plan, you will be destined to be unable to escape the fate of being devoured by thousands of ghosts!"

The owner of the gray hands was still threatening Liu Yufeng, but Liu Yufeng not only did not stop, but instead pulled the hands and a ball of gray mist into his body, united with his soul, losing the strange support in his body. Wacker seemed to have his soul been pulled away, collapsed to the ground, and his body was aging rapidly. After a while, he turned from being in his forties to look older than Hos.

After devouring the gray fog, another soul's wailing sound continued to be heard from Liu Yufeng's body, which was so harsh and sharp, and when it reached Liu Yufeng's ears, it looked like a wonderful music.

He covered his face and began to laugh silently, his slightly curly hair slowly flying upwards. His whole body was shaking violently, and the corners of his mouth were even more exaggerated as a normal person could never reach. All the seven holes were bottomless black holes, like an abyss of evil that devoured everything.

At this moment, Liu Yufeng seemed to be a gradually awakening evil spirit, and it lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly returning to normal.

He raised his legs and kicked Wacker at Hoth's feet. Liu Yufeng, who had returned to his original appearance, looked at Hoth, and handed him a knife and a serial musket.

"That gun is very powerful, be careful."

Hoss nodded at Liu Yufeng, who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost or a messenger in front of him. He could uncover the messenger's file. Hoss had no reason to doubt the messenger, and he didn't want to find out the secrets of the messenger. Now he just wanted to have a good chat with his "old friend" Wacker, as Hoss and as a father.

"There is a switch behind the throne that leads to the underground. I think the God-Empress must not want to see what happens here next." Hos smiled embarrassedly at Liu Yufeng.

Liu Yufeng gave an expression of understanding, then walked towards the throne, turned the switch behind, and the throne moved forward, revealing a dim ladder below. Liu Yufeng did not hesitate, lowered his head and walked down.

"Boom." The throne himself returned to its original position.

Sitting on the ground with difficulty, Hoss looked at the knife and musket in his hand, hesitated for a moment and put it away.

The tip of the knife pierced Wack's extremely old face, and the light red blood flowed down the gap of Wack's wrinkles. It seemed that Wack, who had lost most of his life, opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Hos with great difficulty and said in an extremely old voice:

"That's it. Hoss. I hope I can use my last body to vent your anger. I still remember that when I killed your son in front of you, you didn't even blink your eyelids, and you were extremely obedient. You were so able to bear it. I lied to me. We always thought that you would be the same as us. Haha, I really regret it. Hoss, I should kill you directly."

"How to light up the light without going into the darkness?" Hoth stopped the movement in his hand, and he said to Wacker very seriously:

"As the contemporary pope, I forgive you, Vack, because Allah teaches us that we should not be angry until dawn. Compared to revenge, we should learn to forgive."

"Hahaha, you are really a devout believer." Wacker's old face shook. If he had a choice, who wouldn't want to die comfortably?

"But the Pope forgives you, I don't, my name is Hoss, and I am a father."

"ah!!!"

A scream of incomparably painful resounded throughout the hall, giving hope and despair, Hoth began his revenge.

Thinking of my son's eyes like asking for help...

One knife!

Thinking of my son's resolute eyes after he understood the helplessness...

One knife!

Thinking of my son's eyes that he gave me affirmation and expectation...

One knife!

The family has become a handle to threaten themselves...

One knife!

Turning the tribe members into evil people who are deeply contaminated with sin...

One knife!

Hoss dared not poke too deeply because he was afraid that his account would die before he could finish it. After hundreds of years of endurance, Hoss suppressed his whole life. He had endless accounts, from his son to his family, from his family to his faith, and finally from his faith to the whole world.

With one sword after another, Hoth forgot when Wacker had no breath, and also forgot when Wacker stopped wailing. He seemed to be stabbing according to some instinct, until the memories of his life reached this moment, Hoth finally stopped.

The wack under him looked like a ball of rotten meat.

Hoth on the rotten flesh cried like a tearful person.

He stood up with great effort and walked around the hall, but hatred became more and more sad. The self-blame and guilt that had been overwhelmed for the endless years burst out in full swing at this moment.

No one ever understood what he did except his wife and eldest son.

But after they all died, Hoth was lonely, he was not understood by anyone, nor could he talk to anyone about it.

After a hundred years, no one knows what this white-haired old man has carried in his life.

No one would have thought about how much the price this extraordinary contemporary pope had to endure the things he did throughout his life, and whether he would have a little weakness and regret under his appearance that was always full of perseverance.

He is the great contemporary pope, a great figure who rescued and achieved Van Helsing, and made the cancer dare not be more presumptuous.

At the same time, he is also the head of the family who will never forgive in the eyes of his family, a madman who is unreasonable and refuses to be close to his family.

Now this madman has finally reached the moment when his great ideal is about to be realized, but he has no joy. He stumbled in the hall, cried and communicated with tears. When he waved his hand, he was full of illusions of the past. He wanted to keep something, but he finally got nothing.

At this moment, this old man in his 100-year-old cried like a child of a few years old, so confused and helpless.
Chapter completed!