Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

No one is asleep tonight.

After Tiquel left Matthew's room, he walked in the dark underground passage.

The old-fashioned tungsten light bulb had turned black, and the yellowed light stretched his figure very long.

gradually.

Tiquel came to a dark corner.

Looking around, it was pitch black.

in the dark.

Tiquille's voice sounded: "I still haven't investigated Matthew's secret, but he is very interested in voodoo matters, and seems to have the idea of ​​going personally. This may be an opportunity."

"According to him, the vanity sect will also pass, and the purpose is a stone monument."

Immediately afterwards.

Another hoarse voice took over: "The stele? It should be one of the four demon steles. There is one in the Wittbach family, one in the high seas, and the Vanity Sect itself. The remaining one is in Voodoo."

"Did Matthew say anything else?"

Tiquel replied: "No, he is more concerned about the curse, but he has no idea who did it."

The voice said puzzledly: "I'm also very curious about who put the curse on it. We were about to do it. Who knew that the Duke would appear again, and he still planted a hand in Twilight Clock."

Tiquel said in a deep voice, "You mean, the curse might be caused by the Lord Duke?"

The voice said: "Matthew didn't doubt him, it is unlikely that it was him, but this mysterious force must be very powerful. You continue to hibernate by Matthew's side. If you find out, you must tell me."

Tiquel hummed and said, "Let's do this first."

In this process.

Tiquel kept walking forward, as if the voice only existed in this dark corridor.

After going out.

Tiquel said silently in his heart: "The message is over."

Yes it is.

He is an undercover agent.

But it was Matthew who was in the undercover of the church.

Later, it was placed in the evening bell by the church.

The process is very bizarre.

But it is also more convenient for Tiquel to do things for Matthew.

Knowing the identity of Matthew was also news from the church.

only.

Tiquel is a smart man.

He knows who he is doing things for. Since he knows, there is no need to consider that his boss is actually an old monster who has lived for two hundred years.

Because in a sense.

The leader of Twilight Clock has always been one person.

What else is unacceptable?

Tiquille rushed all the way to his room.

When passing by the door of Ryan's room.

He saw that the door was not closed tightly.

Then he looked around, peeking in through the crack of the door.

"Why did the Duke put a mentally ill hunter in Twilight Clock? What is he planning?"

Tiquille asked himself silently in his heart.

But even if he racked his brains.

I can't think of it, everything is a misunderstanding.

There is no plan at all.

Even, when "Your Excellency the Duke" returns to reality, he will immediately start to engage in the Twilight Church and remove his subordinate Ryan from the sea of ​​suffering.

at this time.

Through the crack in the door, Tiquel saw Ryan in the room flushed, his hands swaying in the air, as if he was going crazy.

I could still hear some very strange words faintly.

"Get rich, get rich, and finally talk about my Majesty Ryan getting rich."

"Director, don't worry, my money is yours. We can definitely get rich in this wave."

Ryan in the house was very excited.

Tiquille peeped for a while before losing interest.

It's all confusing behaviors that he doesn't understand.

A mental patient is a mental patient.

Ugh……

Pitiful.

It's like a clown.

Tiquel shook his head with emotion, then stopped paying attention to Ryan, and walked towards his room with a relaxed pace.

And inside the house.

Ryan was even more excited.

His eyes gleamed, and his tone was extremely excited: "This Twilight Clock is too stupid. There is no password for the account. I stole thousands of dollars and no one finds it yet. Today I am going to bankrupt them all at once. ."

"Their money is my money."

"But Matthew has lived for hundreds of years and didn't save much money. They owed me 30 billion, but there were only more than 2 billion in his account, which is not enough!"

Ryan is mentally ill.

But once the problem rises to money.

Du Wei couldn't bring him back.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a conversation between souls who worked hard for the sake of making money the previous time.

Suddenly.

Ryan's eyes became dangerous.

He smiled and said: "The director has always valued me very much. He said that I am his most loyal subordinate. If this is the case, I will do nothing and do nothing. I can directly sell the Twilight Psychiatric Hospital."

"It seems that this twilight clock has a history of hundreds of years, and it must be very valuable if it is sold."

"But if I sell it all at once, it doesn't seem to be enough."

"I can use it to find a bank loan. After all, I am also Mu Zhong's deputy dean. I am still an emperor, and the bank will definitely give me face."

"If it's not enough, I will borrow usury in the name of Twilight Clock. I will borrow as much as I can."

The more Ryan said, the clearer his thoughts became.

He kissed his bank card and suddenly his face changed drastically.

"and many more……"

"I am the emperor..."

"Twilight Clock is my site. All the people here are strictly my private property. They are all my slaves. If this is the case, if I contact a black clinic, wouldn't I be able to make another wave? "

Ryan scratched his head, tilted his head and said, "A person has two kidneys and many organs, and he can sell blood. Why didn't I expect this before."

He slapped his head sharply.

Ryan was extremely annoyed and said: "Damn, it was Twilight's stupid who made me crooked. I knew this. I contacted the black clinic on the first day in Twilight."

Just talking.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"What black clinic?"

James walked in pale, and sneezed.

Ryan had a bad cold the other day.

James has been taking care of him, but Ryan is well and he is infected.

"Ryan, are you crazy again?"

Heard this.

Ryan slapped the table and said angrily: "Call me your majesty!"

all of a sudden.

James was frightened and shook, and said, "Okay, Your Majesty Ryan, are you crazy again? Black clinic, how can there be a black clinic?"

Ryan snorted and said proudly: "James, you know what a fart. Although my Majesty Ryan has been out of the medical field for many years now, I was working at the Hill Psychiatric Hospital back then~www.NovelMTL.com~ Many colleagues are excellent surgeons."

"As long as I give an order, they will come to see me in the evening and set up a black clinic to have all your kidneys cut off, but for the sake of you serving me for so long, I can spare you a dog."

This tone, this posture.

It can be said to be very forceful.

But that's what makes people just want to laugh.

James laughed straight out: "Although it is very bad for me to say that, I still want to remind you that the Hill Psychiatric Hospital was burned down by the fire a long time ago, and your colleagues didn't even have scum left."

After that, he said contemptuously: "Well, if you don't sleep, I will sleep in your room today. There are strange patterns on the walls of my room, and I can't sleep well at all."

Although Ryan's room is also very messy.

But none of those strange anomalies occurred.

Ryan's eyes flashed, and he immediately jumped onto the bed, with one hand and two legs stretched out, directly occupying the entire bed.

"You **** stay away from my bed, you all smell of urine."

James was furious when he heard this.

He said angrily: "It's not that you go to my room every day to urinate and urinate, if it weren't for you, I have such a strong smell?"

Ryan spit out: "If you have the ability, you hit me? What can you do with me? You sleep on the floor if you want, don't want to occupy my bed anyway."

James really wanted to hit him.

But the last time I did this, the only hand left was almost discounted by Ryan, so he gave a cold snort of dissatisfaction, skillfully found a piece of carpet, and visited it on the spot.

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