Deng Bochuan sat on the chair, crossed his legs and said: "This is an academic exchange platform. How can we just come and leave? You guys, why not compete with him again and beat Zhang Wuxin to death?"
, you can leave.”
He grinned, his purple face full of excitement: "He is the brother of Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua. If you beat him to death, you can not only survive, but also avenge your elders and companions. You can kill two birds with one stone.
Why don’t you do it?”
Deng Bochuan suddenly said this, and everyone was stunned. No one knew what kind of medicine the first director was selling.
Only a few people who knew me well shook their heads secretly. Director Deng was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua killed a group of foreign exorcists back then, and now they want me to kill another group.
Jiert seemed quite moved when he heard what Deng Bochuan said. His mentor also died at the hands of Zhang Wuren, and he has a deep hatred for me.
What's more, this is an academic exchange platform. Even if Deng Bochuan is here, he cannot interfere in the affairs of the academic exchange platform.
The expression on his face changed, and after a while, he smiled and said: "What Director Deng said makes sense. Since it is an academic exchange platform, then I will..."
Suddenly, someone said gloomily: "This is the end of the exchange among the younger generations. Director Deng, how about we, the older generation, come to compare notes?"
Before Deng Bochuan could speak, a dark figure fell from the sky like a big bat. The man's wings suddenly flapped. Several foreigners headed by Jerte immediately became unsteady and were photographed off the communication platform by him.
After the big bat forced Zelt back, a hand suddenly stretched out from under its wings and grabbed my chest directly.
That hand was extremely dry, but it was as hard as iron. When I saw that the situation was not going well, I hit my head with the short evil-suppressing stick. Unexpectedly, this guy's claws were not afraid of the short evil-suppressing stick at all, so I grabbed the stick with my backhand.
the other end of.
I just felt a strong force coming directly from me, and the evil-suppressing short stick flew away from my hand and fell into the opponent's hand. The big bat's power did not diminish at all, and it rushed towards me again.
If he hits me this time, the short evil-suppressing stick in his hand will definitely pierce my heart, and I'm afraid I will die under my own weapon.
At this time, a figure suddenly inserted himself between me and the big bat. This person was bare-handed, but his movements were fast. He instantly grabbed the short evil-suppressing stick in the big bat's hand, and was suppressed.
The real sun fire suddenly appeared, and the burning big bat took a step back.
The man threw the evil-suppressing short stick to me with ease, and punched it with one punch.
The big bat's wings suddenly closed, and then the punch hit it hard. The big bat lost its footing and took five or six steps back before it could regain its footing.
The man faced the big bat and said to me without looking back: "Little guy, step aside!"
I was so frightened that I finally recognized that this person was Liu Guomin, the second director of the Special Cases Division.
Liu Guomin had his back to me. He was not tall, but he had the demeanor of a great master. He said calmly: "Grand Duke Kiel, long time no see."
The big bat spread its wings, revealing a pale human face. He laughed sharply: "Director Liu, long time no see, you are not dead yet."
Liu Guomin said expressionlessly: "The Grand Duke of Kiel is a senior who has lived for hundreds of years. It would be beneath his status to attack a junior in his twenties."
The Grand Duke of Kiel was also sharp-tongued and said: "Director Liu is serious. Wouldn't I do the same thing to Jerte and the others? I just want these juniors to leave the communication platform so that we can
Make some room for these old guys."
Even though he said this, anyone with a discerning eye could see that when he flew away the foreign exorcists such as Geert and Miyamoto Musashi, he hardly used much force on his wings.
But when he slapped me, not only his wings were as sharp as knives, but he even took away the evil-suppressing short stick and wanted to do something cruel to me. If Director Liu Guomin hadn't acted decisively, I might have died without even a chance to reason.
Liu Guomin was too lazy to argue with him and said, "President, the Grand Duke of Kiel wants to spar with me. What do you think?"
The chief referee had retreated to the corner, narrowed his eyes and said: "As long as it is fair and just, I am willing to be the referee for both of you."
Grand Duke Kiel screamed excitedly and said: "Director Liu, I have read a lot of books at the Theological Society during this period and found some very interesting methods. Why don't you and I communicate and see how many years have passed?
, have we made any progress in each other?”
Liu Guomin nodded and said: "It just so happens that I have not been idle in the past few decades, and I have been studying the genes of your vampire family. Well, until now, there are still several vampire specimens hanging in my laboratory."
The two sides were tit for tat, and no one was convinced. Suddenly, Mr. Jacobs said in a conspiratorial manner: "Since it is an academic exchange, the winner must be determined. Everyone is idle, so why not take a gamble and see Director Liu?"
How about who wins and who loses with the Grand Duke of Kiel?"
Deng Bochuan laughed loudly: "Jacob, it turns out you are not dead, what? Now you have the final say in the Paranormal Research and Defense Agency?"
Jacob had a gloomy personality and was unwilling to discuss these matters with Deng Bochuan. He said, "Director Deng, Director Hu, and Dr. Yu and Dr. Zhou, are you willing to take a gamble?"
As he spoke, he slowly took out a small coffin from his arms. The coffin was made of gold and was about the size of a mobile phone. The most important thing was that the surface of the coffin was crisscrossed with traces of ink lines popping out.
Jacob smiled and said: "My bet is this, how about it?"
As soon as the small coffin was taken out, the smile on Deng Bochuan's face suddenly disappeared. He took a breath and shouted: "Soul coffin? This thing is indeed in your hands! Old guy, we made a bet!"
Jacob played with the small coffin in his hand and said: "The soul coffin is worthless to me, but it is extremely valuable to you, so I ask for a designated bet, how about it?"
Deng Bochuan said impatiently: "You old bastard! Just tell me what you want! As long as I can get it, I will bet with you! You can't win anyway!"
Jacob pointed at me and said with a smile: "I want to bet on Zhang Wuxin! If you win, the soul coffin belongs to you; if I win, Zhang Wuxin belongs to me!"
Deng Bochuan replied without hesitation: "Okay! I'm betting!"
I was dumbfounded. Deng Bochuan didn't even ask for my opinion and just agreed directly? This pockmark is not pockmarked. Isn't this a deception?
Perhaps seeing my dumbfounded look, Deng Bochuan turned around and said, "What are you afraid of? This old bastard can't win anyway! Just bet! You'll earn a soul in vain!"
I was so angry that I rolled my eyes. Anyway, you are not the bettor, so what you said is straightforward!
But what is this soul coffin? Why did Deng Bochuan become so anxious when he saw this thing?
Director Liu Guomin happened to be right in front of me, so I asked: "Director Liu, it doesn't matter if I am a bet, but can you tell me what kind of treasure this soul coffin is?"
Liu Guomin said without looking back: "The soul coffin is not a treasure, but a symbol."
Later I learned that the so-called soul coffin is actually a container for burying the scattered souls of the Special Case Department. Although this thing is small, it has runes engraved inside, making it the best place for souls to live.
Since the establishment of the Special Case Division, many heroes have died in battle. Because they died violently, most of their souls cannot rest in peace.
At this time, some civilian experts were grateful for the contributions made by the members of the Special Cases Division, so they built this soul coffin and gave it to them. Since then, the members of the Special Cases Division who died in battle have a place to live.
It can be said that since Deng Bochuan established the Special Case Division, 80% of the souls of those who died in war were buried in it. To outsiders, the soul coffin may be just an ordinary place to hold souls.
But for the Special Cases Division, it is the place where all the seniors live and where their spiritual beliefs lie.
Its symbolic significance is far greater than its practical significance.
The Special Cases Division had a crisis a long time ago, about forty years ago. Since then, the souls of the masters who died in the Special Cases Division have no place to live.
Not only that, the souls of the seniors who died in the battle also disappeared with the disappearance of the soul coffins. This is also the most cowardly thing in the history of the Special Case Division.
In order to find the soul coffin, successive directors of the Special Case Division offered high prices for clues, but without exception, no one found any clues about the soul coffin.
So when Deng Bochuan saw the soul coffin, he agreed to Jacob's request without hesitation.
When Jacob saw that neither Deng Bochuan nor I had any objections, he smiled again and said: "Since it is an academic exchange, just one competition would be a bit monotonous. How about we send three people each to compete in three competitions?"
Deng Bochuan smiled and said: "Okay! As you wish!"
Jacob said unhurriedly: "On our side, in addition to the Grand Duke of Kiel, we also have me and the Egyptian Wood God as the presenters. What about you?"
Deng Bochuan clenched his fists in his hands and made a rattling sound. He smiled and said: "On our side, our three division chiefs are naturally here to take over. However, we have played three games in a row and only have one bet. It's a bit unavoidable.
It’s a bit too monotonous. How about we add two more bets?”
Jacob's eyes flashed: "What does Director Deng want to add?"
Deng Bochuan smiled coldly: "How about we bet ten heads each? Whoever wins a game will lose ten exorcist heads!"
As soon as these words were said, everyone was shocked. Isn't this a bit too big a joke?
In an exchange meeting, the loser has to pay ten heads?
If he loses two games in a row, wouldn't it cost twenty lives? Is Deng Bochuan crazy? Or is he confident of winning three games?
Seeing Jacob pondering, Deng Bochuan burst out laughing and shouted: "I need ten heads, who dares to bet on me?"
He heard loud shouts coming from behind him: "I'll do it!"