The man in front of him looked very interesting. He was wearing a fairly old white waist-length coat, tall and unshaven. After bent down and knocking in front of the car window of Charles a few times, the first sentence he said was - "Are you interested in playing three together?"

At this time, Charles had just moved a place and was about to study the witch again, but he came to the door. He was puzzled and even more strange when he heard this.

"What are the three parts?"

This made the guy who was originally smiling and fell into silence in an instant, and then briefly said: "It is to investigate your most cruel government departments."

Charles then knew it and asked again: "Who are you?"

The other party's answer was humorous: "A rebel."

Shier said that the psychopath was almost the same, so he simply shook his head, started the vehicle and rushed out.

The white suit did not chase after him, but straightened his waist and smiled slightly as if he was leaving.

This is true. Charles, who was running out, then found a black suit wearing sunglasses and a little bald beard appeared in the passenger seat next to him.

After he turned around and looked, the mustache said, "@￥~@"

I can't understand, but Charles could tell that it was in French.

Obviously, the other party also realized that he didn't know French, so he spoke again in a weird English tone: "I'm very interested in getting to know the death row prisoner. I wonder if you can introduce it to me?"

"I don't know any death row prisoners." Charles replied, still driving slowly.

This nickname was given to him by the Americans. He doesn't think that others call it that way, he really needs to call it.

And he felt that the death row prisoner was so ugly. Relatively speaking, the god of death was almost the same.

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man with thick eyebrows but a bald sunglasses shook his beard and said meaningfully: "So good, I'm happy to meet you. Are you interested in playing three games together?"

To talk about momentum, it depends on the person. For example, this person looks like a big shot in the same place. However, Charles is not much different from a handsome high school student who is traveling in a family.

But Charles did not have any feelings for this inexplicable visitor.

Because the other party is a soul body.

Or the spiritual body can be different from the real soul, but it can still be considered restrained by his ability.

But he had nothing to do, so he didn't plan to do it.

"You think you can just pull someone on the street and tell him that we'll attack the police station together. Will anyone agree with this kind of thing?"

Charles was not afraid that he could see anything, so he spoke without any worries.

In fact, he felt that this guy seemed to have seen something, so he stayed there.

"The one who can agree is either a madman or a genius."

Bald head pushed the sunglasses on his glasses in agreement, "My name is Amor Farouk, hello to death, I think we can become allies."

He used a very certain tone.

This kind of thing can be confirmed in just a few words. Charles didn't know how he was sure of it, but he was not interested in the other party's proposal.

"Alls have common goals and interests, and I don't think I can have any common interests with a guy who doesn't even have a body."

Although he has watched the X-Men series, it is just a movie. He has never seen American TV series, let alone comics. So Charles has never heard of the King of Shadows at all, but his Eye of Destiny can let him know the other party's foundation.

It's just a soul body that is parasitic in other people's bodies.

But it didn't seem too surprising to the other party. He probably thought that Charles had heard of his name, so he smiled and said, "You said that but you don't know what I know, but I think we can be sure of an alliance."

"Oh?" Charles glanced at him, a little strange.

Where does this guy get the confidence?

So I saw the smile of the Farouk: "How does Mr. Death Prison feel when he sees this world?"

"What can I feel like, that's all." Shire replied.

In fact, he felt that there was no evil power coming here, and there was nothing to hinder him. Even if he had the goal of collecting the power of fate, it would be easy to complete.

"What if I say, our world is just a surface? It actually has many layers."

When Charles was stunned when he heard this, he thought to himself that this was a mess.

“There is a canyon three hundred miles east of Macon, central Georgia, where there is a gate to another world hidden, and maybe you’ll be curious about how to open it.”

"Another world?" Charles' thoughts moved.

However, the other party obviously had no intention of explaining much. He seemed to be fishing. After the words fell, his body slowly disappeared, leaving only one sentence.

"If you need it, you can call me, and I can explain it to you in detail at that time."

...

Looking at the note left on the passenger seat, Charles frowned slightly.

He had actually thought about directly grabbing the man and then asking questions, but thinking that this thing did not seem to be the other party's true soul, so he didn't do that.

Obviously, this person thinks that Charles will be very interested after he says this. In fact, Charles is indeed very interested.

A world with many layers?

There are actually many branches in the world of evil power, but Shire has not understood it carefully because it is not his goal. At present, it is different to hear this in the world of mutants.

Because there is no boring God here.

What exactly is a multi-layered world like?

I think it should be different from his shuttle world...

After pondering for a while, Charles patted the steering wheel, and the blue sedan immediately flew away.

Although he was indeed interested, unlike the Shadow King's thoughts, he did not take the initiative to understand it too quickly.

...

At the same time, the disappeared French mustache slowly appeared beside the middle-aged man in white.

"You seem to be very interested in that guy?" The man in white touched his chin and looked at the mustache beside him thinking.

"People all over the world are interested in dead balls." Farouk replied lightly.

"Death Prisoner?" The man in white raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

However, the King of Dangdang obviously did not answer the other party's thoughts casually. He opened the door and got into the back seat of the car like a normal person. He pushed his sunglasses.

"Let's go and find my body. I can't wait to leave here and find the bald man to take revenge."

The man in white had no objection. He heard this and just shrugged and rushed into the driver's seat of the convertible.

Then he friendly and greeted the family that was docking not far away, and flew away on the accelerator.

Only the family was left with a white complexion on the spot.
Chapter completed!