Han Sanqian was stopped at the entrance of the board game store.
The man looked at Han Sanqian warily and asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm looking for Liu Hao." Han Sanqian said.
"It turns out you are Liu Hao's friend, please come in." The man said with a smile on his face.
Han Sanqian smiled faintly. It seemed that Liu Hao was a person with a high status in the circle. Just saying his name could change the attitude of the security guard at the door.
Walking into the board game store, Han Sanqian felt as if he had entered a world of monsters and monsters. There were all kinds of weird costumes, face tattoos, face piercings, and all kinds of weird things could be found here.
In this environment, Han Sanqian, a normal person, would seem a little out of place. Everyone was looking at him up and down with doubtful eyes.
Liu Hao was standing with a man with a tattoo on his arm, talking about Chen Ling.
"Brother Wen, today is Chen Ling's best opportunity to join us. Unexpectedly, it was ruined by an idiot. Give me a few people and let me teach this idiot a lesson." Liu Hao said angrily.
The man named Brother Wen looked indifferent and said: "If we miss this opportunity, there will be another time. We cannot expose our identity easily. At such a critical time now, we will never allow any mistakes."
Liu Hao gritted his teeth. He wanted to take people to kill Han Sanqian immediately, but Brother Wen didn't agree, so he could only bear his dissatisfaction.
"Brother Wen, I understand." Liu Hao said unwillingly. The moment he turned around, Liu Hao actually saw Han Sanqian, which made him freeze on the spot.
How come this guy appears here!
He also wanted to take revenge, but he didn't expect it to be delivered to his door!
"Brother Wen, the guy who ruined our good deeds is here, it's him." Liu Hao pointed at Han Sanqian and said.
When Brother Wen heard this, he turned to stare at Han Sanqian with murderous intent in his eyes. This place must not be entered by outsiders at will. How could he come here!
"You broke into the gate of hell today, didn't you look at the almanac when you went out?" Brother Wen said to Han Sanqian.
"It seems that you are not ordinary people. I won't encounter some evil cult, right?" Han Sanqian said with a smile. No one here is a normal person, especially this Brother Wen, who has a skull tattooed on his face.
The murderous intent on Brother Wen's face became even stronger. Everyone in the store stood up at this moment, and everyone's eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent.
"It just so happens that since Chen Ling didn't come, let's use you as the medium of blood sacrifice." Brother Wen said.
What Han Sanqian just said was just a joke, but after listening to Brother Wen's words, this is really a place similar to a cult. It's too nonsense. Do such people still exist in today's society?
Fortunately, most of them are ordinary people here. Although there are many people, they are all papery and do not pose much threat to Han Sanqian.
"Is it just you trash?" Han Sanqian said lightly.
Liu Hao sneered and said: "You don't know how to live or die, I want you to die today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Hao took out the dagger from his pocket and headed straight towards Han Sanqian to kill him.
Han Sanqian chuckled. How could a trash like this be qualified to challenge him?
When Liu Hao approached, Han Sanqian kicked Liu Hao hard.
Liu Hao screamed, and at the same time his whole body flew backwards, hitting a table hard before stopping.
Brother Wen's eyes narrowed, and he was a little surprised by Han Sanqian's skills.
But they were better in numbers. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. He didn't believe that Han Sanqian could really knock everyone down.
"What are you still doing? Come on," Brother Wen said.
Following Brother Wen's order, everyone launched an offensive against Han Sanqian. However, these people were not characters who could be beaten. They were just better than the old man who had no strength. For Han Sanqian,
With fists and kicks, one of them will fall, and it doesn't take much effort at all.
After a while, everyone except Brother Wen fell to the ground, and the entire board game store kept wailing.
Brother Wen was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The previous arrogance disappeared at this moment.
"You...who are you!" Brother Wen looked at Han Sanqian in horror and said.
"Me?" Han Sanqian smiled and said, "Since you are a cult, I am naturally sent by God to punish you."
Brother Wen squatted on the ground. Looking at him, he seemed to really believe Han Sanqian's words.
This left Han Sanqian speechless. Where did these guys get their faith? Do they really believe in this kind of theism?
Although there are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, Han Sanqian is a pure atheist. He does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world.
Walking up to Brother Wen, Han Sanqian said condescendingly: "Why don't you take me to see the blood sacrifice?"
Brother Wen nodded with a pale face and said, "I, I will take you there right now."
Following Brother Wen to the basement, Han Sanqian discovered that there was another world in this board game store. The blood-red lights presented an unusually weird atmosphere in the basement. However, these lights were man-made, so in Han Sanqian's eyes
, these guys are just deceiving themselves and others.
"What is your blood sacrifice?" Han Sanqian asked.
Brother Wen took Han Sanqian to the center of the basement. Along the way, Han Sanqian discovered that there were many strange lines on the ground, twisted like worms, but the meeting points of these lines were all the same.
It was a crystal box, with something similar to a skull placed in it, but it was not complete, just a fragment.
"What is this?" Han Sanqian asked.
"According to legend, this is a..."
Before Brother Wen finished speaking, Han Sanqian kicked him and said, "Don't give me all these weird legends. Just tell me where this thing came from."
"I picked it up," Brother Wen said.
Han Sanqian laughed dumbly. Just picking up such a crappy thing, he actually started some cults, and he still looked serious.
"Are you doing this to make money or for sex?" Han Sanqian asked.
"No, I am doing it to get more powerful power." Brother Wen said with a pious look.
Han Sanqian kicked Brother Wen again and said disdainfully: "Can this crap thing still give you great strength? I suggest you try it in the gym. The effect may be better."
"If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you." Brother Wen said.
Seeing the serious expression on his face, Han Sanqian was also curious about how he could prove it, and said: "Hurry up, I still have to go to the appointment."
"Do you have any other tasks?" Brother Wen asked cautiously.
Han Sanqian could still laugh out loud before, but now, he was not even in the mood to laugh, because he felt that he had met a psychopath who was deeply poisoned, and when he communicated with a psychopath, he was about to become a psychopath.
"If you don't want to be beaten, stop talking nonsense." Han Sanqian said.
"Yes, yes, yes." After Brother Wen finished speaking, he took out an exquisite dagger and slashed a slash on his finger.
When the blood beads dripped on the texture of the floor, Han Sanqian found that the blood beads were rolling and heading towards the crystal box. This phenomenon surprised Han Sanqian.
But if you think about it carefully, it is reasonable for him to deceive people and play some tricks. These lines are probably some kind of mechanism designed by him.
When the blood beads entered the crystal box, they were absorbed by the skull, and Han Sanqian discovered that some blood-like lines on the skull were looming, which looked very strange.
"How did you do it?" Han Sanqian asked Brother Wen. He believed that this was a mechanism designed by Brother Wen.
"It has nothing to do with me, it will absorb it on its own." Brother Wen said with a pious look.
"You still want to act with me?" Han Sanqian smiled coldly, pushed Brother Wen to the ground and beat him severely.
Brother Wen kept begging for mercy, but even to death he refused to admit that it was his fault.
Han Sanqian wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally stopped. He was almost out of breath, but Brother Wen still gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.
"You have a tough mouth. In that case, I'll take this piece of crap away." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he lifted the crystal box with one hand. His curiosity drove him to understand this matter, otherwise, this matter would
