Chapter 3275: Soul tracking

The Scarecrow was very violent. It could hardly hear any words. The pain drove it. Charlie's screams made it incinerate all the souls in front of him.

Its wish is to prevent Charlie from being harmed, and even wants to go back in time to prevent Charlie from encountering that misfortune.

But it can't do it, because among the many personalities, some are stronger than it.

They were created by that incident. If you reverse time and go back in time to stop the **** case, it would be equivalent to killing all of them.

Charlie has the personality of a speed person, but also a more powerful sorcerer personality. There is even a girl version of the god, an old **** who ‘shed pus and blood from a wound that does not exist all over the body’ and so on.

They all hope that the case will happen because they are vested interests.

I want to protect Charlie but I can't do it. The pain comes from lack of strength, and this kind of pain keeps Scarecrow in a state of violent forever, commonly known as madness.

As soon as it comes out, it will be a big killer. Whether it is innocent or not, it will be regarded as an enemy. Even if the food delivery person accidentally pierced her when signing a pen for crazy Jane, the scarecrow came out. Burn the young man to ashes. 78 Chinese Network

Being pierced into the body, pain, and bleeding caused by injury are all its triggers. When Crazy Jane's personality encounters these, it will immediately replace Jane to bear it all.

"Don't want to make a deal? That means you can't understand people's words."

Facing the burning branches that it stretched out, it was the claws of the scarecrow, but Su Ming still had time to chat with the eagle girl:

"Don't be nervous, Kendra, I like to make friends very much. There are many people with low intelligence in the demonic race, but they also know what Yiwu Huiyou is."

"..."

The eagle girl rolled her eyes and said that the suppression was done violently. What is the name of Yiwu Huiyou? 166

"Godkiller, baseball bat."

The Scarecrow is about four meters tall with the cross, and he needs to bend down when he reaches the ceiling of the sewer. However, he cannot lean back because he is leaning on the cross behind his back, so if he bows forward, it means that his head will face directly. Ahead.

This posture is too upright, and the pumpkin head is also great.

So Su Ming jumped up and hit it with a baseball bat. Because the devil's skin was thick and thick, he wouldn't really die in the non-hell dimension, so he put out a little bit of strength.

With just the first blow, he drove the tall demon into the concrete ground in front of him, and a deep well in the shape of a ‘cross’ appeared.

It seemed to be reluctant to admit defeat. A few seconds later, flames burst out of the deep well, and it wanted to jump out and continue fighting, but the death knell guarding the well head knocked it down again with a stick.

Crowbar, big wrench, claw hammer, hockey stick, polo stick, toilet handle...

The weapon in the death knell's hand that seemed to be cast by light was constantly deforming, pushing the devil into the abyss time and time again, and the explosion sound of the percussion sounded like thunder, spreading far and far down the sewer.

Kendra can no longer take care of covering her nose. She had already covered her ears and hid for a long time. Whenever the death knell struck the groundhog, her neck would subconsciously contract once, as if she could feel it too. It hurts the same.

"Willing to negotiate with you is to give you face, Lucifer can't refuse me, I will fight!" The death knell hit the demon that jumped back to the ground again. Its hands were fixed on the cross, and it had no feet. Can go straight up and down like a rocket: "Are you convinced? Do you want to kill me?!"

In fact, it was a question for nothing. The Scarecrow couldn't speak. It didn't have any way of expressing emotions other than spraying flames from the pumpkin head.

After knocking for five minutes, Su Ming fished the scarecrow out of the pit and grabbed its chest burning with **** flames:

"Now I want to negotiate a condition with you, and nod if I want to. If I don't want to, I can beat you all day."

The head of the burning pumpkin moved, and its head seemed to grow bigger after a series of percussions. The flame appeared to be much smaller, but it could still be seen that it nodded, and the frequency of nodding was quite fast.

Only then did the death knell let go, threw it aside, took out the blank paper from his pocket to draft the contract, and cursed: "Toast, not eat, drink and fine wine. The devil can't die in other dimensions, but it doesn't mean you feel. If you don’t have pain, you can cooperate with the work of the Justice League as soon as possible.

"Well, don't talk about the Justice League anymore at this time?" Barry approached silently, his expression also very painful: "If this goes out, everyone will think we are bullying others by force."

"The other person you are talking about is actually not a human being, but a demon." The death knell gave a silent glance: "When you look back, you can ask Zatanna or Constantine what will happen if you sympathize with a demon."

"Constantine hasn't come back yet, I heard." The Flash was speechless and could only change the subject. He also looked at the demon lying on his stomach, and shook his head at the other person, saying that he had done his best, but It's not a death knell at all.

To blame, we can only blame the devil for not being a human being and for not having human rights.

"If the whole world is dead, he can't die. You don't need to save him. Whoever goes will take care of him. He will not hesitate to fill the reinforcements into **** in exchange for getting out of him."

Su Ming quickly signed the white paper with squiggles. He seemed to be more proficient in business than the devil. Then he threw the triplicate contract to the Scarecrow:

"According to a handprint, you use the ability to track the souls of living people to help us find the chief. When I return to the main dimension, I will sacrifice the soul of a chicken for you to taste."

The scarecrow was lying on the ground, and the sludge was burning beside it, but the paper thrown to it by the death knell was still intact.

It hesitated for a while, expressing that it was not enough, and writing in the mud with its fingers with dead branches, saying that it wanted the priest's soul.

The god-killer in Su Ming's hand changed a melon digger this time. He urged angrily: "The priest went to heaven as an angel in the morning. Don't bargain. Just the soul of a chicken. Just do it if you can. , Change if you can’t do it.”

There are several personalities in Charlie that can track the soul. There are several demons and angel personalities, not to mention the personalities of ghosts and ghosts. They are more professional in the soul.

The expression on the scarecrow's pumpkin face seemed to show a bit of grievance, but the melon digger was obviously the nemesis of all melons. It didn't dare to take the risk anymore and could only press the burning handprint.

It has no fingerprints. The arm of a scarecrow is a branch driven by mysterious power. Where can there be such a thing as fingerprints?

However, the contract still took effect, and the seal of Emperor Wei Shan also instantly appeared on the paper as it pressed his handprint.

The contract that the notary needs to keep is automatically burned and turned into a plume of smoke. Perhaps this shows that the dimension of consciousness may be the easiest place for magic to intervene.

The Supreme Master satisfactorily collected the contract between the weapon and himself, and turned his head and hooked his finger at Xiao Xian:

"Okay, Barry, give the boots we picked up to our new demon friend and see if he can find the chief's toenail crumbs."

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