I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 310 Capture Heaven and Be God

—Hell, like heaven, is all around you.Otherwise where do you think it is?

Christine never thought that he was so close to hell, and how easy it was to fall into hell.

She is a country girl, she looks very pretty, but she has been living a very simple and pure life.

After graduating from high school, more than [-]% of the students stayed in that remote and closed town. Like their parents, they became farmers, loggers, foresters, car repairers, or ran a small shop by the road.

The remaining [-]% of the students continued their studies, [-]% became small town policemen, civil servants, teachers, etc., and the last [-]% were lucky enough to enter nearby cities, such as the state capital,
She is the luckiest of the adults. There may be some luck, but she is definitely the one who works the hardest.

She came to the most prosperous city in the world, Manhattan.

And get an offer from the world's most famous American National Bank.

She is not the pride of the whole village, because it is not popular among Americans.

But she must be the most promising one in her family for a hundred years.

After joining the company, she continued to use hard work, seriousness, persistence, and optimism to decorate her world, and life also gave songs in return.

At work, except for the inexplicable insistence of the board of directors on "big banknotes", and every now and then, all employees of the company must observe a 3-minute silence for the "heroic sacrifice" of the previous big banknote. .

Emotionally, she found her other half, a handsome, gentle and talented university professor.

Dalton was not an old professor who gnawed at young students, he was her age.

At that time, she felt that heaven was beside her.

Even if, one day, she overheard a phone call between her boyfriend and his family—his mother asked him to break up with her and find a well-matched Upper East Side girl—she didn't hold a grudge or complain.

She just gritted her teeth and made up her mind that she must work harder.

When she impresses her superiors with her hard work and is promoted to deputy manager, Dalton's mother will definitely change her mind.

That afternoon, she met the gypsy old woman at the company.

When the elderly in the United States reach their old age, they lose their stable source of income, are not used to saving money and are not good at managing money, so they are prone to bankruptcy.

Even if they have money and buy properties that maintain and increase their value, they will still go bankrupt inexplicably.

This being America, bankruptcy is as common as divorce.

Even many young people go bankrupt, why can't the old go bankrupt?
The old lady owed a sum of money to the bank and used her house as a mortgage. It has been overdue twice, and she wants to postpone it for the third time.

Christine knew how cruel it would be to drive the elderly out of the home they had lived in for decades, but...she asked the manager to explain the situation of the old woman, but the manager asked her to choose between sympathy and the normal interests of the company.

Thinking of the position of the deputy manager, thinking of the fiancé's mother. If she decides to postpone the payment for the old lady, but in the end she cannot repay the loan on time, she will have to take responsibility.

Christine's rationality trumps personal emotion: With the financial situation of the old woman, if there is no accident, it will be useless to postpone ten times.

She didn't want to add stains to her performance at the critical moment when the deputy manager became vacant.

She persuaded the old woman to find a nursing home, or go to her granddaughter's house.

The old woman didn't want to disturb her granddaughter, and even knelt down to beg her on the spot.

She had never encountered such a thing before. She was shocked and subconsciously called the security guard.

Then, the old woman's pleading face became twisted and vicious.

That night, the old woman sneaked into her car, ambushed her, and put a curse on her.

After that night, strange things began to happen around her.

She was on the Internet and asked Baiteman for help. She also felt stupid afterward.

But posting on the Internet is not completely ineffective. She got at least two more reliable suggestions: the first one is to go to the church to find a priest. A netizen swore that Harley Quinn, the 'retired' mayor, is very good at exorcism ; Second, go to a psychic, and countless people recommend Mrs. Shangdu in Greenwich Village.

Christine hesitated again and again, and went to Greenwich Village first, because it was close to home.

She also lives in Greenwich Village.

Moreover, the mayor is wearing a nun's costume, which sounds a bit unorthodox.

Mrs. Shangdu is a 'hundred-year-old brand'.

Well, many netizens said that Shangdu exorcised demons on those people decades ago.

She felt that she had made the right choice, because Mrs. Shangdu said calmly, "Harry? My apprentice."

Mrs. Shangdu is really strong! ! !

She easily forced that demon to appear. She is a three-meter-tall, muscular, terrifying and powerful demon king!

Christine even suspected that it was the legendary Satan! !
But with such a powerful demon king, Mrs. Shangdu was able to fight it for [-] rounds, with lightning and thunder, meteor fire rain, magic flames surging, and magic circles flickering. All kinds of dazzling and destructive magic are simply shocking.

Mrs. Shangdu's residence seemed to be baptized by missiles over and over again.

In the end, the demon wailed and dissipated, and Mrs. Shangdu stood proudly on the spot covered in blood, like a goddess of war who came out of myths and legends.

"Is my curse lifted?" Christine asked expectantly.

"Half lifted," Mrs. Shangdu said solemnly, "The source of the curse is that button. Before nine o'clock in the morning on the third day, as long as you give it to another person, the curse will leave you."

"Transfer to another person?" Christine shook her head again and again, "I can't do that! How can I let others bear the terrible curse of going to hell? It's more evil than killing people."

"This is not harmful, but a little trick often used in the exorcism world." Mrs. Shangdu patiently explained: "Find a person who is about to go to hell, give him the button, and the curse will be fulfilled on him. Would make his end worse, wouldn't it?"

"But." Christine hesitated, "No one is destined to go to hell."

"Either you go to hell, or you throw the button on the 'ride', two options.

And you can only choose by yourself, and send the buttons out with your own hands.

In fact, don't have too much psychological burden.

Hell is all around us.

More than [-]% will go to hell after death. Madam Shangdu sighed.

Christine leaves the exorcism office with the button.

In the next two days, she tried to throw buttons to homeless people, competitors in the workplace, colleagues in the company's "Sea King", the boss of a female colleague who took advantage of it, a peddler who sold her high powder to her in a bar, and guards at the door of shops on the street. Fee GCPD
She never got the button out.

As long as people are alive, they have the opportunity to reform themselves.

She has no right to decide who should go to hell immediately, let alone deprive those who go to hell of their chance of redemption.

On the last night, she went to the grave of the old gypsy woman.

Well, the day after cursing her, the old lady died.

She dug the old woman's grave.

On a dark and rainy night, the old hag cheated on her corpse.

But she is on the verge of extinction, and hell is just around the corner, so why be afraid of mere zombies?

She knocked it down bravely, and stuffed the buttoned envelope into its mouth.

The curse it gave her was borne by it.

She didn't feel any guilt, but instead felt a kind of joy after revenge.

But the next day, at the subway station, her boyfriend took out the button that should have been buried in the cemetery.

Got it wrong!
Her boyfriend's birthday is approaching, and she gave him an antique coin yesterday.

The money and the buttons were in an envelope, and she sent the envelope with the buttons by mistake!

She wailed and fell into hell, falling into a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood was turbulent, and a huge wave set off. She was thrown into the air like a drop of water, surrounded by desperate and crying souls like her, densely packed, countless.

She only remembers crying, can only feel pain and despair, there is a sea of ​​blood in front of her eyes, and nothing else.

"I didn't expect you to come to me."

She seemed to hear a teasing voice from the sky, and the waves got faster and higher.

The line of sight "infinity" is raised, the sea water, the sea surface, the waves, the transparent sky. A glass, a powerful big hand, a handsome man in a green robe sitting leisurely on a throne, a royal palace, the eighth floor of hell eight ditch.

This is the palace of the Nelong, the Lord of Hate.

That bloody sea is just the 'wine' in the wine glass.

The wine glass shook slightly in the hands of the Demon King Neilong.

"Would you like a drink?" Neilong smiled and handed the glass to the hooded man opposite, "I heard that my old friend is coming, so I prepared a bottle of 'Tears of the Lord' for you in advance.

Using the souls of people who are qualified to become the Holy Spirit, it is a fine wine that is finally fermented through multiple processes such as depravity, distortion, resentment, and hatred. "

"I don't want to stay in hell forever."

The hooded man, who was shaped like a giant, refused indifferently.

"That's right, you not only want to return to the City of Silver, but also plan to become its master. I have to say, you are really courageous."

Neilong raised his neck, opened his mouth, and poured out the glass, every drop of wine turned into a little red figure, struggling and howling, falling into his throat.

"Ah, what a wonderful taste!" The demon king's handsome and extraordinary face showed a look of intoxication and a little drunk, "Old man, look at me, do whatever you want, without any scruples.

How comfortable it is to be a devil king, why are you obsessed with messing around in the City of Silver? "

"It appeared," the hooded man sighed.

"Who?" Neilong wondered.

"God, or rather, the opposite of Little Black Bean." Hood said humanely.

"Michael, the traitorous king, is willing to open the door of light and let him out?" Nei Long said in disbelief.

"Hmph, so what if it's out? It can't go back to the Golden Palace." The hooded man sneered.

"It came out, you still dare to rebel?" Neilong asked puzzled.

"Hmph, if you see it like it is now, you will probably have the same reaction as me." Hood said humanely.

Neilong was lost in thought.

"You help me take down heaven, and I'll let you rule hell. It's a win-win situation." The hooded man said flatly.

Neilong tilted his head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "You were oppressed by Michael in heaven, and I was humiliated by Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Belina in hell.

Our two potential 'rebellious parties' do have a basis for cooperation.

However, you came to me without trying it yourself, are you in a hurry? "

"You are just one of the trump cards, I want to be foolproof! It is very possible that I can handle everything by myself, or maybe I am powerless and I need your help.

After all, it appears.

In any case, my promise will not change, the position of 'Satan' belongs to your old friend for many years, you should believe me. "The hooded man said in a deep voice.

"Old friend." Nei Long was in a trance, caught in the distant memories of tens of billions of years ago.

"Your Majesty, Duke Asham, please see me." A short ancient demon shouted from outside the door.

"Whoosh!" The hooded man disappeared like a phantom, leaving only one sentence, "Neilong, I will launch a coup in five years, I hope you will give me an answer as soon as possible."

"Five years." Neilong smiled playfully, "I can't wait, it just appeared—"

"Your Majesty, it's a disaster!"

Not being rejected by Neilong, Asham rushed in hastily.

"My lord, I'm being targeted by a witch."

"Which witch, could it be the witch Harley?"

Nei Long came back from his carelessness, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"It's her!" Asham said eagerly, "She asked me for Kristen Brown's soul and body. If she doesn't agree, she will stare at me completely. Your Majesty, help me!"

(End of this chapter)