Anomalous Collector Chapter 163

　　 Still the same in the town prison.

　　 Since mastering the seal of the prison, Li Fan has completely controlled the prison and can control everything here.

　　The feeling after entering the prison is also very different from the feeling of alienation before.

　　 This is his home, his territory, and even his body.

　　As an arm makes a finger.

　　 He could hear the heads placed on the bookshelves in the prison study room talking loudly in the dark, talking about demons, sun, hell, bragging about his life experience, and telling all kinds of bizarre secrets that he had experienced.

　　 can hear the three giants of life whispering in the cell of the prison area, chatting about the poor eight poems of the King and Cthul, making narrow laughs from time to time.

　　 can hear the ruins of the abyss beyond the prison, the sound of wind like weeping and sighing.

　　 At the same time, he can also see all corners of the prison, the rooms filled with various broken objects, and the prisoners in the prison like dead bodies.

　　Of course, in the purgatory attached to the prison town, the eight poems that were cut into eight pieces are undergoing cruel punishment, and Ke'thul, who has been burned to ashes and reborn in the ashes.

　　 Li Fan frowned.

　　Who made this purgatory?

　　 Why is it so miserable?

　　 This is too inhuman.

　　 Turned his mind, the surrounding environment changed instantly. He had already appeared in purgatory, the pale ghost sitting on the throne of piles of bones, the black fire crown burned, and he looked jokingly towards purgatory.

　　 raging fire, swords and axes like forests, huge stone-milled stone mortars, endless frozen lakes, boiling oil pans and blood pools, etc., etc., are picturesque.

　　 In the scorching plume of smoke rising in the distance, you can vaguely see the bodies dancing in the air by the power of the prison.

　　 This plume of smoke is like having life, throwing this piece of body into the mortar knife forest of the blood pool in the oil pan, breaking it and rebuilding it.

　　 is eight poems.

　　 At the bottom of the frozen lake, there is a monster with an octopus head. It is frozen in it, and even its thinking is frozen.

　　In the icy lake, there are sharp ice blades that cut his flesh and blood bit by bit, mince them, and repair them again.

　　 is Kethul.

　　 It's a bit hard to tell which one is worse.

　　 Li Fan gently waved his hand, and the power of the prison was activated.

　　 The plume of smoke hovered, blowing eight pieces of body towards the bones and the lava throne.

　　 The ice lake shattered, and the monster with the head of the octopus surged with the water and ran aground in front of the throne.

　　 Each of the eight bodies had a head, and finally merged into one body again, and fell in front of Li Fan.

　　 Kethul with the octopus head also awakened from the frozen eternal sleep, as if he had come back from the dead.

　　 They saw the bones and the lava throne in front of them at the same time, as well as the pale ghost above the throne that was smiling but not smiling.

　　 The powerful creatures in the two abysses bowed before the bones and the lava throne at the same time, shivering and tearing.

　　 The eight kings of His Holiness have been completely brought out of traumatic stress disorder at this time, and even the spirit is a little confused.

　　 For the terrifying creature in front of him, he only has fear, a deep fear.

　　 I don't dare to think about it anymore.

According to the eight poems, the lord of the prison has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, and then reappears, making the prison collapse, pretending to be weak in front of him, maybe just to make him completely resist, play with his body and will, and watch He collapsed completely.

　　 Hundreds of thousands of years are just to torture him and play with him, how abnormal is the Lord of Prison?

　　 is unimaginable.

　　The only thing he can do with his eight princes is eternal obedience and eternal loyalty.

　　 As for Ke'thul on the side, he also fully understood the terrible lord of the legendary prison town at this time. He only hated himself for believing the nightmare and suffered such a catastrophe.

　　 He is worried now, he doesn't know what the existence on the Throne of Bone and Lava will do next.

　　 Maybe my life will end here.

　　 If this were the case, he would be a little more calm, better than suffering endless punishment in this endless purgatory.

　　 then listened to the pale ghost on the throne of bone and lava and asked quietly:

　　 "Convict?"

　　 Bashou and Kethul couldn't wait to turn their body into dust and fall into the mud, shaking and saying:

　　 "Convict, convict!"

　　 "The sin deserves ten thousand deaths, the sin deserves ten thousand deaths!"

　　 The pale ghost said slowly:

　　 "Death? You won't get this gift. But I am in a good mood today, I can give you a chance to atone for your sins, my avatar wanders in reality, and needs some lowly power to avoid destroying the fragile reality..."

　　 The eight Dharma kings trembled all over, and said quickly:

　　 "Prisoner, eight beg for your gifts, eight want to redeem!"

　　 He had heard the Lord of Prison Town talk about reality incarnation before, and now he has completely believed that what the other party said is true.

　　 This existence is too powerful, so powerful that his power can't be put into the fragile reality, not even in the avatar.

　　 That's why these humble and humble existences have a short chance to enter reality.

　　 He used to treat it as an insult, but now he is eager for this opportunity.

　　 Ke'thul's heart trembled, and he was about to beg for this opportunity as well, but listened to the Lord of Prison:

　　 "Okay, eight poems, you still have your place in Purgatory, before you catch the replacement."

　　 The indescribable and unspeakable horror power descended, rolled up eight poems, and disappeared together with the bones and the great existence on the lava throne.

　　 Only Cthul was still crawling on the spot.

　　 Before he could react, the cold icy water from the frozen lake had already poured out instantly, engulfing his body, and dragging it into the extremely cold lake again.

　　 Kethul struggled desperately, shouting:

　　 "No, Mianxia, please, don't..."

　　 A word has not been finished, the terrifying extreme cold has begun to freeze his thinking.

　　 Before his thoughts were completely frozen, only one thought flashed through Kethul's mind:

　　 Damn it, I got the first eight songs...

　　 When the eight masters reacted again, he had left the horrible purgatory and returned to the prison cell again.

　　 In his neck, the bronze chain has also been firmly bound.

　　 made him extremely at ease.

　　 The eight heads almost shed tears.

　　 Go home, go home.

In the cell opposite 　　, the Three Giants of Life had also discovered the return of the eight poems, and hurriedly rushed to the peeping window to look at the eight poems, with a curious expression on their faces.

　　 "Eight songs, are you back? Where have you been during this time?"

　　 "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you a lot. Why do people seem to be fat? Are they beaten?"

　　 "Let's talk about it, what the **** did Mian Xia do to you? How painful? It also makes our brothers happy."

　　 Although they don't know what happened to the eight songs, they often heard the screams of the eight songs from the ground in the cell.

　　 The cry can be described as tragic, and even makes the Three Giants shudder.

　　 Eight Songs ignored their provocations, instead they said with a pious expression:

　　 "Mianxia gave me the baptism and purification of my whole body, and eight poems are grateful."

　　 was talking, suddenly I felt the chains in my neck tighten, and the eight heads felt a warm current surging in their hearts, and the eight heads were about to cry almost at the same time.

　　 I want to use him.

　　He still works.

　　He still has a chance to redeem his sins!

　　 In the blood-chip casino, above the center gaming table, the dealer, who was enveloped by the twisted **** light and shadow, looked in the direction where Li Fan disappeared, seeming a little surprised.

　　 The five members of the Cleaning Association also looked at each other at this time, not knowing what the collector is.

　　The dealer looked at the five people and said sternly:

　　 "He escaped? It's useless, no one can escape the casino!"

　　 At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open again, and Li Fan stepped out.

　　 At the moment of opening the door, the gorgeous pattern on the surface of his body has quickly faded, and the original facial features suddenly distorted, making his face become ordinary and ordinary, appearing in front of everyone.

　　 The feeling he gives is not as oppressive as before, like an ordinary person without the slightest ability.

　　The five members of the Clean Association were surprised that they had never seen this face, but they felt very familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere.

　　 With the appearance of the collector, the dealer, who was enveloped in **** light and shadow, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 Then I saw the collector sitting back at the gaming table again, with a gentle smile, calm and confident, and said:

　　 "Come again, I want to change my blood."

　　 The twisted light and shadow of the dealer's face stared at Li Fan for a few seconds, as if thinking about what medicine he sold in the gourd, and smiled:

　　 "Okay, guest, but the exchange of blood chips is random, I hope you can understand."

While 　　 spoke, a **** roulette wheel appeared on the side of the gaming table.

　　The roulette is divided into small grids, and each grid has several words written on it, representing the corresponding organ.

　　 Left hand, right foot, heart, liver, pancreas, blood, skin, ears, etc. etc.

　　 Of course, there is another box that is blank.

　　 A **** eyeball is the ball used in roulette.

　　 This is also a gamble.

　　 Li Fan smiled and couldn't wait to say:

"let's start."

　　 The dealer also made a weird laugh, turned the roulette, and put that eyeball into the raceway.

　　 The blood-colored roulette spins quickly, and the eyeballs are constantly rolling in the raceway.

　　 One by one important organs pass by, the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney include muscles and bones.

　　 The group of five members of the Cleaning Association watched this scene, and their hearts were in their throats.

　　 also became excited.

　　 Finally, the rotation of the roulette stopped, and the eyeball jumped and slipped into a blood-red grid.

　　 There are two big characters written in the grid:

　　 head.

　　 A weird force surged from the wheel and attached to Li Fan's body.

　　He can feel that this is a kind of power that belongs to the rules of blood-chip casinos, and even the awakened can't resist it at all!

　　 The dealer Senran said:

　　 "Guests, you can redeem your blood chips at www.uukanshu.com, and the exchange items are your head. If you are inconvenient, the casino can provide you with tools."

　　 said, a **** chainsaw has appeared on the gaming table, and the large circular saw blade is shining with faint cold light and is spinning rapidly.

　　The dealer continued:

　　 "...Of course, I can do it for you..."

　　The five members of the Cleaning Association behind them opened their eyes wide, knowing that this had reached a critical moment, and at the same time they encouraged their momentum to prepare for the battle.

　　 Unexpectedly, the collector raised his hand to stop their actions, and picked up the chainsaw with one hand and cut the saw blade to his neck.

　　 Blood was splashed, the collector's neck was cut off in an instant, and a head rolled onto the gaming table!

"grown ups!"

　　The five-member group of the Cleaning Association stared roundly, almost unable to believe their eyes.

　　 The dealer at the gambling table laughed cheerfully.

　　 Then, in the shocking eyes of everyone, a brand new head grew out of the collector's broken neck, and he said:

　　 "Change chips, come again!"

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