The Sandman has a very good relationship with death. He often takes away some of the souls he likes and puts them in his dream kingdom. The Goth girl turns a blind eye to this.
After all, the Sandman didn't say he would resurrect them, or prevent them from entering reincarnation. He just temporarily loaned them to work in the dreamland. After tens of thousands of years, he might return these souls to death one day.
In the Kingdom of Dreams, in addition to a large number of fantasy book characters, there are also many deceased writers or celebrities who were fished out of the black and white world of death.
The reincarnation journey of their souls was paused, and they lived in the story of the Land of Dreams in the special form of fictional bodies.
The previous generation of Sandman was relatively restrained, so it invited famous writers such as Shakespeare, Conan Doyle, and Edgar Allan Poe to create stories.
But after Daniel became the Sandman, he, who was born as a human on Earth, started to mess around, introducing technological concepts into the Kingdom of Dreams, and also brought in celebrities such as Steve Jobs to play with modernization.
However, the mobile phone signal here is indeed very good, and Gabriel's half-death energy was clearly expressed through the receiver.
"I am Deathstroke, and I want to negotiate a deal with you." Su Ming looked at the crack in the sky with his cell phone, and estimated the corresponding area in his mind.
There was a soft sound from Gabriel's side. The voice sounded like he was mocking himself or sobbing. He said, "There are three levels, 30, 100, and 200. You used Bobo's mobile phone to call. You should be his friend. Then
If the two of us can play with the orangutan, I only need 300."
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Dr. Quinzel, who was very close to the death knell and listening to the call with his head tilted, obviously heard it and immediately looked at the orangutan with a strange look.
Bobo shook her head wildly, saying that things were not what she thought. She did have Gabriel's phone number, but she never called ducks or played multiplayer games.
"Oh, you are one of the Seraphs, do you think you are being billed as a human being?" Su Ming sighed speechlessly. Although he expected that this former angel would be somewhat depraved, he did not expect that he had already begun to become a professional.
Gabriel was very calm, or he said, "You know the situation on Earth 0. Now ordinary people are busy with their lives. I need money to buy cigarettes and alcohol? To buy food and drink? To buy powder or pills that make people happy."
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"Your body doesn't need to eat or drink, let alone be addicted to anything? Although you have lost your weapons and wings? Even if you have 1% of your combat power left, it is more than enough to destroy a city? Money should not be a goal for you.
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Su Ming was a little curious. Gabriel had never been a weakling. Was he able to spend a thousand years with Lucifer back then? But now he seemed to be involved in a whirlpool of desire.
"Because I like it, I like to satisfy my appetite, I like the warmth of alcohol and nicotine, I like to be loved by the world? I like to love the world." Gabriel's voice became more stable and gradually became louder: "God is dead,
I can only feel alive when I exist in the world like a human being. If you haven't experienced my past, don't point fingers at my life. Are you still having fun? I have a visitor here."
"Tsk? In this case, I want to buy Beelzebub's contact information from you..."
"50 US dollars? I'll send you an account number and send you a message after the transfer."
Before Su Ming finished speaking, the life-loving angel Gabriel was disconnected. Before hanging up, the mercenary vaguely heard suspicious applause coming from the other side of the phone.
Deathstroke slowly put down the phone and looked at the orangutan with curled lips: "Is this the pure angel you said? He even hung up on me. If it weren't for how miserable he was, I really wanted to chop him into pieces and throw him into the pit.
inside."
Bobo, who was wearing a green plaid suit, spread his hands: "I didn't expect him to be like this now. The last time I saw him, he had just fallen into heaven. He came to Jim's bar with Lucifer to drink and picked fools and wizards for fun. Then
At that time I was just another customer, and my old buddy was still alive at that time..."
Thinking of the past, the orangutan lowered his head in despair. He hated himself for not having the strength, let alone the courage to die together with his friends.
When Jim stopped the Dark Knights alone, he ran away with the Justice League. Every time he thought about this, he wanted to slap himself in the face, and he even felt so aggrieved that he shed tears.
The orangutan started to cry, but the death knell did not comfort him. The mercenary just pressed a few times on the phone and stretched out the screen: "Enter your credit card password. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
The little gorilla sniffed and stopped crying immediately: "Why do you want me to pay? You have to give me the cash."
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Compared to Gabriel, Beelzebub is much easier to deal with. At least this devil behaves like a normal person, is polite and soft-spoken in conversation.
And unlike the previous homeless man who didn't care about anything, he cared about current affairs and knew about the existence of Death Knell in another world.
I got the phone number, and after dialing it, they were very polite when they heard Su Ming introduce himself as his home address, saying that he often heard Maggie Ken mention you, your good friend from hell, and if Lucifer is at home, we can hang out together, etc.
topic of.
After chatting for a long time, not a single serious word was said, and the battery of Xiao Fu Orang's cell phone was about to run out.
"Beelzebub, we will discuss the dinner party next time we meet. I am contacting you this time because I want to negotiate a deal with you."
"Oh? Haha, this is a good thing. No devil will refuse the deal that comes to your door." Beelzebub's buzzing words sounded: "Do you need the power of hell? Probably not, if so you will
Go find Maizi, um, let me guess, is there anything I need that you want to sell to me?"
"He is worthy of being the Prime Minister of Hell. His guess is right." Su Ming watched as several faceless people fell out of the crack and were torn apart by the orange lantern ghost before they even landed. He shook his head with some distress: "I want
Export a batch of ingredients to Hell, the price is easy to negotiate, and you will be responsible for the transportation."
The title Prime Minister of Hell is what Beelzebub dislikes the most. After all, he is the native of that dimension and one of the original Satans. Hell was also taken away from him by Lucifer after he brought people to heaven.
It is equivalent to acquiring his company, giving him some shares, and giving him the position of general manager.
"Ingredients? You should know what our recipes are, right?" The devil on the other end of the phone smiled heartily and made a slurping sound without any sign of anger: "If it is a high-quality sinful soul or a pure baby
Or a virgin, I can give you a good price, and it's not impossible to send an army of demons to work for you."
"There is no need for the demon army. I don't want to raise a group of greedy parasites. So, I am now in front of the castle in Dreamland. How about you come over for an interview?"
Su Ming rejected this proposal. Ordinary people might be excited when they hear about the demon army. After all, the extraordinary army that never stops fighting is always tempting.
But agreeing is tantamount to being fooled. When the time comes, people follow your channel, and they don't listen to you at all. They go around burning, killing, looting and being sent back to hell. The blame will still be yours.
"Dreamland? In the absence of Sandman, I can send a clone there. I'm still at the bottom of the abyss, so it's not very convenient."
Beelzebub was so cunning that he couldn't take any risks, especially when he came into close contact with the death knell that killed Perpetua. He didn't want to meet him directly.
However, after a round of calculations between the two, the deal was established in a tacit understanding.
About fifteen minutes later, a huge fly flew in from the dense forest in the distance.