Spirit Boss - 65. Hell (middle)

Before watching movies, Wang Xiaoming had always envied those action stars who jumped over the wall and jumped up and down on a helicopter. Especially when songs such as “A Man Should Be Self-improvement” sounded, the blood in the body seemed to be rushing, and it was so surging that it almost made all his people fly.

But after experiencing it personally, he realized that the reason why so many people are willing to spend money in the cinema to watch others behave on the screen is entirely because he can’t do it.

Just like now, even though Barr had been flying very slowly at his request, the hook that hooked his neck kept dangling, so that he almost wanted to jump down and die again. However, once he was hooked, his whole body was stiff like a stone statue, let alone jumping, he couldn’t even move his toes.

“How long will it take?” Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help but ask aloud.

“It’s only been three minutes since the departure, but you have asked thirty times.” Barr flew low again. He originally planned to take him away in the space because he insisted on being a flying ghost in the sky.

“Is this hell already?” Wang Xiaoming looked at the dark surroundings.

“This is the space tunnel I made,” he paused. “The ghost road from the human world to hell is too long.”

“Oh.” Wang Xiaoming said, “How long will it take?”

…

Barr gritted his teeth and said, “Thirty-first time.”

Wang Xiaoming’s mouth was flat, “It’s really uncomfortable.”

Barr swooped down suddenly.

Wang Xiaoming was so frightened that he closed his eyes, his ears suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound of wind, flapping wings, or anything. “Ah! Why can’t I hear my breathing?” He opened his eyes again in fright.

“Because the soul doesn’t need to breathe, the corpse can’t breathe.” Barr didn’t have a good airway.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, and he heard the sound of breathing again, but it was Barr’s. “Uh, it turned out to be like this.” He looked down with a dry smile, but saw a wide river. Clusters of flames were burning on the shore.

“Where is this place?” Wang Xiaoming asked curiously.

“Hell.” Barr said, suddenly flying towards one side of the river bank.

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes nervously.

At the end of the river, the torches on the bank were burning under him, and he could even hear the sound of the fire burning.

Barr flew slowly higher.

Wang Xiaoming’s heart almost jumped out. Of course, this is only his imaginary feeling, because his real heart is lying in Barr’s space together with his body. “Why fly so high?”

Barr’s wings suddenly stretched out and doubled!

The darkness in front of me was illuminated by dots of stars. He blinked, and looked at the lights of the Wanjia in disbelief.

The road slowly came to an end.

Barr made a very high whistle.

When the howling passed through Wang Xiaoming’s body, he thought to himself comfortingly, fortunately it was the soul, otherwise the eardrum would be ruptured.

Barr was satisfied.

This is an oath-he is finally back!

The sky is still dark.

Even if a huge city is lit with countless lights, it still cannot illuminate the sky.

Wang Xiaoming was deeply shocked by this city, “This is hell?” My God, he can’t imagine that the human world city can be compared with the prosperous and huge here!

“It’s the first layer.” Barr looked at the sky, his eyes a little unhappy and anxious. The wings fly faster towards the center of the city.

Wang Xiaoming looked down silently. If he is not already dead, he will definitely be scared to death by the scene below.

The descending stepped cities appeared one after another in the field of vision.

When he reached the center of the circle, what Wang Xiaoming saw was almost a black hole, and it was the kind of black hole that seemed to spin up at any time and swallow you.

“You don’t want to…” Barr rushed down before he could finish his words.

At that moment, there was only one thought in Wang Xiaoming’s mind-from now on, he might be dizzy when he sees flies.

After a painful time when he was so dizzy that even his soul wanted to vomit, Wang Xiaoming finally found that the landscape swept backwards on both sides had stopped. He and Barr were standing in front of a huge white palace.

But his feet did not fall to the ground, because the palace was floating in mid-air.

“Welcome back, Barr.” With a clear voice, a fallen angel more delicate than Barbie flew out of the palace flapping its wings. He was wearing a creamy-white nightgown and his feet were bare. If it weren’t for the pair of black wings to be too garish, Wang Xiaoming would definitely mistake him for an angel.

Barr looked at the dark sky and frowned, “Where is Lucifer?” If Lucifer is there, his light can illuminate the sky above hell.

“Master Lucifer is out.” He smiled slightly at Wang Xiaoming, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Beria.”

Because his smile was too bright, Wang Xiaoming was so nervous that he kept kicking his two suspended feet around each other, “I am Wang Xiaoming.”

“It’s a very nice name.” Beria praised.

…

This was the first time someone said his name was good, and he was such a beautiful fallen angel.

Wang Xiaoming felt that he also had a pair of wings behind him, and he was about to fly upwards.

Barper said coldly: “Except for the name Beria, he thinks all the names are very nice.”

Beria whispered: “I just don’t like someone calling me.”

Wang Xiaoming said blankly: “Why?” In fact, he felt that the name Beria sounded much better than Wang Xiaoming. At least…foreign style.

“Because of laziness.” Baldao, “the reason for his depravity.”

Beria retorted: “I just want to pursue the freedom of being alone and peaceful.”

Baldao: “Then why are you here?”

“Master Lucifer will tell me to visit my house when I go out.” Beria shrugged. “Fortunately, Master Lucifer doesn’t have many visitors.” It’s been a little bit more frequently in the past two years. However, both Isfil and Barr rarely show up in hell, how come they come one after another?

He was a little puzzled, but he was too lazy to delve into it.

“When will he come back?” Although asking Lucifer for help made him feel quite and quite unhappy, there was no one to make him even more, quite unhappy! Especially thinking that he can only hook Wang Xiaoming with a hook.

Beria said: “According to Lord Lucifer’s previous travel records, it won’t be long. Two or three years at most.”

Wang Xiaoming: “…” Is the year of hell the same year as the year of mankind?

Barr thought for a while and said, “Who else has Black Star Orb?”

Beria replied without thinking, “Mamen.”

The corner of Barr’s eyes jumped, “Is there no better candidate?” If he could, he really didn’t want to deal with that greedy guy.

Beria argued: “Mamen is very good. He gave me a mask last time. It can be put on my face without washing my face for a whole year.” Although afterwards, he took it from his mirror. A black star stone.

Wang Xiaoming: “…” Does his face mean the same thing as a human face?

Barr didn’t make any comments, he just flew towards the second floor with a hook.

When Barr flew down, Wang Xiaoming was completely captured by fear. He did not appreciate the scenery at all levels at all. Only now can he see the true face of the second level-a place that maximizes luxury.

Barr fell down at the door of a nightclub.

The two goat demon at the entrance of the nightclub saw him and hurriedly greeted him, “Holy Lord Fallen Angel, please here.”

Barr said coldly: “Where is Mamen?”

The Goat Demon glanced at each other and said, “Master Mamen is not in this shop.”

The corner of Barr’s mouth twitched. The two goat demon suddenly bumped into each other inexplicably, and were bounced away again.

“I’m waiting for him here.” Barr lifted his foot across between them and walked into the nightclub door.

The two goat demon hurriedly stood up, put their heads together, and muttered quietly.

“I don’t know who he is?”

“If you dare to call Lord Mammon’s name, you must be a very powerful fallen angel.”

“Is it Isfil?”

The two Goat Demon’s eyes widened.

“He is Barr.” A delicate voice intervened.

“Miss Yifeng.” The Goat Demon’s eyes lit up.

The corner of Yvonne’s mouth twitched, “Go and invite Mamen, and I will entertain Barr.”

“Yes.” The two goat demon ran away like flying.

Yifeng stretched out his hand and pulled his collar down to make the two raised balls squat a little bit more, then drew his hair and walked in confidently. She has always been confident of her charm. She blamed Isfil’s failure on his dislike of the opposite sex at all.

The lobby of the nightclub is very luxuriously furnished.

What I stepped on was a whole piece of white jade. The pillar in the center was inlaid with thousands of rubies, and gold threads were wrapped in various sultry patterns around the ruby pillars.

Of course, Yifeng has long been familiar with these sceneries. The only thing she was interested in was the fallen angel standing by the pillar.

That arrogant and inaccessible momentum made her desire to conquer be picked to the extreme in an instant.

“Master Barr.” She slowly leaned over, rubbed her shoulders gently against the opponent’s arm, raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyes seemed slanted. She knows which angle of her face is best, and she knows how to wink her eyes.

Barr silently looked at this piece of meat that had been affixed on his own initiative, with a blue vein on his forehead, “Who are you?”

“My name is…” She closed her red lips together, trying her best to put on a seductive mouth, “Yifeng.”

Wang Xiaoming watched sourly as she and Baal were getting closer and closer, his mouth flattened almost into a line.

Barr suddenly reached out and picked up her back collar.

Yvonne’s eyes opened round the moment his feet were off the ground, as if a trumpet flower had suddenly grown on Barr’s face.

“Never heard of it.” Barr said blankly, shaking his wrist.

Wang Xiaoming saw her transform into a meteor, disappearing into the sky outside the door in an instant.

Barr looked down at his grinning mouth and frowned, “What are you laughing at?”

“It’s nothing.” Wang Xiaoming patted the pillar beside his hand, “It’s very beautiful.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” A handsome man in a pink-yellow shirt and deep-ultraviolet jacket walked in from the door.

When Barr saw him, he didn’t even say hello, and said directly: “I want a black star bead.”

“Good for discussion.” The man smiled very cordially.