Chapter 2270: Killer saint

The agreement was established. Xiaopang returned to Xiaoshou. They hugged each other tightly. The former's eyes were full of gratitude, but there was no expression on his face.

They are like dolls and tools, and tools should not have emotions, maybe this is also a sin.

But the thin man squeezed the fat man's face, trying to make his friend smile, but because the meat was too much, it was really difficult to control, and finally only made an expression like crying.

"The box is here for you. As long as you send us to the underworld, when you come back, I can teach you how to get promoted and raise your salary, become a chief executive, become a seraphim, and reach the pinnacle of life."

Su Ming couldn't see the **** mime of two angels. Although this victory was expected, it was not pleasant at all.

But in many cases, there is no choice. This world is the virtue.

"How can I achieve those?" Ah Shou turned his face, began to break his mouth with his hand, and humbly asked the person who claimed to be the death knell.

Although the two sides were far away, the other side seemed to dislike them.

"I know how to help you get Chuangshi from Jesse, and I also know where your missing God is. Is this enough?" Su Ming took off his mask, took out a cigarette, and gave it to Bobo. One is missing.

The orangutan has been sticking out his tongue, the stomach of the wild beast is a little shallow, and now it is still sick.

"Enough, let's go to the underworld now, and I will be your hostage." The thin man responded with a mouthful, and he saw this ray of life.

If you can really accomplish those two tasks and send humans to the underworld privately, it would be just a small problem.

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The dark sky, the dark world, everything here seems to be covered with dust, and this is the environment of the underworld.

This is another dream of the undead, a dream of endless pain. The person blessed by God is also cursed by God. He is trapped in the most painful memory.

Full of sinful souls, but also the final verdict, the world is always full of such contradictions, very dramatic.

The death knell and his party came to a wilderness, which is like an old west movie. In the distance, there are earthy mountains that look like sky pillars, and there is also an endless wilderness.

It's just that all the scenery is gray, like a retro filter covered in front of you.

He deliberately kept his distance from the angel, while the thin man stood in place very sensibly.

"When you arrive, the person you are looking for is here. This is not only the underworld, but also hell, but also the spiritual hell. It is in his nightmare, and it is also a blessing from my lord."

The angel gave an understanding, and the death knell just nodded, indicating that he knew it.

"Actually, I don’t like your set very much. My relationship with Odin is better." Su Ming said a cold joke. He probably recognized the direction. There is a road in the distance, and the tall gray cactus on the side of the road looks like It's the same with telegraph poles: "I personally think that God only needs to be responsible for loving the world. How to punish mankind is up to mankind to decide."

Faced with such blasphemy, the skinny angel could only pretend that he had not heard it. He raised his finger in one direction: "This is Texas in 1880, and the town of Retwater is the one where the sun sets. Direction, and the person you are looking for, the killer saint, will always be there again and again."

Su Ming nodded, he knew that he came to this sad world to find a holy killer.

"Bobo, come with me, Halle, guard this thin angel. If he dares to leave us, he will break all his bones."

"Don't worry, I think he will cooperate with us, after all you see..." Hallie swayed her waist indifferently with her hammer, and pointed her finger at the angel's face: "He has learned to laugh. And that fat guy won’t, if he wants to get more for his friends, he won’t regret it.”

Sure enough, the skinny man had learned to **** his mouth, and he didn't know what medicine Hallie had given him. Maybe she stole it from another Dr. Quezel's house.

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The Saints Killers, also known as the Saints of Killers, were originally just ordinary people who participated in the American Civil War and fought for the Confederacy. He was one of the craziest bloodthirsty soldiers on the battlefield. He even gained a reputation for killing even Lincoln. Know his horror.

The Southern Army was finally defeated. He only killed people. He returned to his hometown in Texas to work as a "pioneer", that is, killing Indians, occupying their lands, and cutting off their scalps to receive rewards. He was regarded as a mercenary. One kind.

In a raid on Native Americans, he missed the time agreed with the large group because he overslept, and while rushing to the battle site, he accidentally picked up a young Apache girl.

The girl was injured, and her tribe was destroyed by the army. She thanked the killer for saving her, otherwise she might die on the side of the road.

The killer insisted that he was also one of the killers, and his intention was not to save her, but she happened to be on the road, but he said that, he still took the girl home and secretly took care of her.

No matter how ruthless hunters are, they sometimes let go of their injured prey, not to mention that everyone is the same species.

Therefore, the girl thinks that he is a kind-hearted person, but the kindness is not obvious. She thinks it is her mission to awaken his inner kindness.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect? So they were finally together for a long time.

Because the combination of whites and aboriginals was absolutely a social taboo at the time, they lived in a canyon far away from the people, and they were self-sufficient. After more than ten years, they had a daughter.

The days were pleasant and stable. For the first time in his life, the killer felt satisfied and realized that there shouldn't be only death and killing in his life.

But here is a dark world, and no good things will last.

One day more than ten years later, his wife and daughter had a fever due to malaria, alternating hot and cold, and bedridden. The medicine for treatment was only available in a white town. It took a week to ride a horse.

That small town is Retwater, where the nightmare begins.

Killing gloves got on the horse, took the gun and the money on the road, he promised to bring the medicine back in time, but his journey was delayed because he was brave enough in the town to try to stop a group of desperadoes.

Due to the delay of this group, he found his wife and daughter were dead when he returned home. The grief caused him to go crazy~www.NovelMTL.com~ He returned to the town of Ritterwater and started killing people frantically, hunting down every gang member.

Except for Mike, the leader of the desperadoes, all members of the gang were killed by him. When the killer continued to pull the trigger, he realized that the bullet had run out.

Mike killed him with a shovel or pitchfork.

The killer saint died like this, and his soul went to **** because of his sins in his lifetime, but even in hell, he was still angry.

Not only resented that innocent wives and daughters were taken away by God, but also resented that they were so short of a bullet.

Remuel, the angel of death who was responsible for guarding the **** at the time, was shocked by this resentment. After examining the memory of his soul, he had an idea.

He took off his wings, cast it into a pistol with the ‘resentment’ and the ‘curse’, and gave it to the killer, and allowed the killer to kill his enemy an unlimited number of times in his dream to vent his resentment.

By the way, I can also help myself to work for free, go out to kill some ignorant guys, and hunt down some fugitives.

When a tool person comes to use it, it is beautiful.

But as Su Ming said, who can kill for hundreds of years without getting tired? Even though the angel of death occasionally sends him out for assassinations like a holiday, he will always return to hell.

Repeating that journey time and time again, it is more like repeating a nightmare infinitely. Even the name of the killer saint was erased from all the ‘known’s, and he began to resent the God who tortured him so much.

He wanted revenge, so the two cursed revolvers responded to him. As long as they are in the hands of the holy killer, they can be killed by God, and wiped out forever.

And Su Ming just took a fancy to the ‘must kill’ point, and made a special trip to negotiate terms with the holy slayers. If possible, by the way, first experiment with the gods here to see if there is any extra reward.

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