After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

Song Zheng has been in the bar for four days. During these four days, the little brother who is bartending has become very familiar with him. To be precise, everyone who used to sit at the bar in the past knows this young man.

This infatuated man buys drunk for love here every night, and even many men and women came to strike up a conversation, but they were all moved by his affection and retreated in spite of the difficulties.

Song Zheng felt that he had drunk all the wine in his life these few days.

His only thought now is to go to the bathroom to drain the water.

Song Zheng looked at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

There were only a few people left in the bar, and he procrastinated today just to see if he could wait.

But so far, the results are not satisfactory.

Song Zheng stood up and walked crookedly to the bathroom.

It's true that you don't get drunk after a thousand cups, and it's also true that you digest too quickly. If it wasn't for thoroughly pretending to be an affectionate person, he wouldn't be tossing his stomach like this.

The bathroom was very quiet. Coming out of it, Song Zheng turned on the faucet unhurriedly. His eyes were hazy, but his head was very clear.

Then he felt an imperceptible change in his surroundings.

Song Zheng looked up at the mirror.

The person in the mirror is exactly the same as him, doing the same movements, even the expression is exactly the same.

This is not surprising at all, what can be reflected in the mirror is originally his own appearance.

But this man's actions are the same as his.

Song Zheng raised his right hand, and he also raised his right hand. Song Zheng tilted his head to the right, and the person in the mirror did the same.

In fact, this is not true.

The person in the mirror should be the opposite of him.

Song Zheng thought about it carefully. As a drunk, should he scream first, or should he pretend to be crazy.

Before he could finish thinking, the other party spoke first.

"What an infatuated man, I was moved by you when I saw you."

The voice was slow and dragged on for a long time, and everyone who heard it got goosebumps.

Song Zheng fully plays a drunk: "Who are you? How do you... look like me?"

"I am you, and I am the truest reflection in your heart."

Song Zheng: "Liar!"

"Do you want to chase her back, and do you want her to never leave you forever?"

Song Zheng frowned indistinctly.

The thing in the mirror speaks with a certain demonic power, which will unconsciously make people follow his thinking, and involuntarily want to believe him.

"She doesn't love me anymore... It's not interesting to come back."

Song Zheng leaned over and leaned against the sink, as if he couldn't support himself.

"This wish is really too simple. I can help you realize it. She will give you her heart, as long as we make a deal."

Although Song Zheng in the mirror looked the same as him, there was a strange feeling everywhere, extremely strange.

"What deal?" Song Zheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"I can give you supreme power without any payment from you. This power can make you the most powerful person in the world. No one will stop you from doing whatever you want."

Song Zheng's expression was very complicated, as if he couldn't digest what he said at all, he asked in a daze: "Then you are so powerful, why didn't you dominate the world?"

The fake Song Zheng's expression froze slightly, and then he laughed again.

Song Zheng clearly felt that the demon power that bewitched him began to increase.

If this is a pyramid scheme leader, he will definitely be able to develop a lot of downlines.

This monster has probably never met someone who doesn't follow the routine like Song Zheng.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Song Zheng simply relaxed and let this monster dominate his thoughts.

"As long as you say you are willing, I will give you strength. At that time, that woman will be devoted to you."

The fake Song Zheng continued to bewitch.

"You don't have to come here every night to get drunk, and you don't have to suffer from broken love anymore. You will be the happiest lovers in the world, and you will have the life you want,"

Song Zheng's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the only thought left in his mind was to obtain this power.

Everything around seemed to be soaked in water, faintly, even with ripples, all sounds disappeared, and a voice came from beside my ear.

The voice was bewitching and seductive, as if it wanted to lead people into the abyss.

Song Zheng faintly heard someone chanting a spell. He didn't know what the spell was, but he had a feeling that this spell was the bond established between the monster and those people, and it was also the key to making these people sacrifice their lives.

At this time, in fact, as long as you follow the source of the spell, you can find that person out.

Song Zheng felt that it was not safe. If the other party noticed his reaction and ran away first, wouldn't it be a waste of all previous efforts.

He simply put down his resistance, immersed himself in that spell, and approached bit by bit, trying to fight back at the last moment.

Unfortunately... was interrupted.

A deep scolding sound suddenly sounded in his ears, he was very familiar with this voice, it was He Lan.

Song Zheng opened his eyes abruptly, the mirror was still in front of him, and everything around him was just as it was when he washed his hands. To him, the long minutes seemed to be just a few seconds.

It's just that the person in the mirror began to dizzy like a ball of water, rippled, and was about to disappear.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zheng stretched out his hand and imprinted his palm on the mirror.

The mahogany pattern covered his arms in an instant, and a light invisible to the naked eye slowly surged from the palm.

Song Zheng pointed his fingers together, grabbed something, and dragged him outside.

The black mist began to surge, covering the entire mirror, and the mirror began to shake, humming as if it had life.

Since this monster is able to confuse so many people, it must have a certain method, and its power is naturally not comparable to that of a half-monster who is possessed by Zheng Yuan.

Song Zheng only felt that the head in the mirror had a strong suction, like a vacuum cleaner, dragging him in.

Two people come and go, no difference.

With a sullen face, Song Zheng slowly raised his other hand.

The mahogany sword slowly flew out from the palm, floating above the palm.

Since it can't be dragged out, then the mirror will be destroyed, there is no place to hide, and the monster will have nowhere to hide.

It's just that before the wooden sword flew out, a warm palm suddenly covered his hand, pressing back the mahogany sword that had already protruded.

Song Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then turned around to see the man standing beside him, his face was darker than ever before.

Before he could speak, He Lan stretched out his other hand to cover the palm of his hand on the mirror.

From this point of view, it was as if he was in this person's arms.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, pounding, as if it was about to pop out of the chest.

Everything around him seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and he could mechanically feel the sudden increase in the tension between his hands. The monster who was still fighting in the corner was suddenly discouraged, and half of his body appeared in the mirror.

He even saw He Lan using his hand to grab this ugly monster and pull it out.

He could feel all the movements, but his consciousness was somewhat unreal, because the palm covering his mahogany sword hadn't moved away.

The power between the palms surged into his body in different ways.

Song Zheng's neck was red to the tips of his ears, and all the sounds around him disappeared, leaving only the warm breathing of the person behind him.

I must be drunk, otherwise I would be dizzy.

Song Zheng's proud drinking capacity was doubted by himself at this moment.

"What are you in a daze for, let's go!"

He Lan's deep voice came to his ears through the eardrums.

Song Zheng felt his ears itch.

The temperature between the palms suddenly withdrew, waking him up from the state of intoxication.

Only then did he realize that the battle had ended at some point.

It should be said that He Lan's unilateral fight is over.

"Where's that... monster?"

Song Zheng looked around, everything was normal, nothing was damaged, it was like a dream.

If he hadn't been very sober, he suspected that he might have really been cursed.

"Received."

He Lan was concise and clear, but looked at him with some doubts.

"You are so red, are you drunk?"

Song Zheng touched his face involuntarily, and said in a low voice, "Probably, I drank too much these two days."

However, is this monster so weak, so easily taken away?

Song Zheng always felt that there was a follow-up.

Sure enough, He Lan led him outside, and said in a calm voice, "The one we just accepted is just an errand runner, he is not the object of sacrifice."

The night wind blew past, blowing away Song Zheng's last trace of "drunkness".

He thought about the monster that flashed in his memory just now, and continued: "That is to say, this monster is equivalent to an intermediary, and the real murderer is still at large, right?"

"That's what it means."

He Lan walked to the car and opened the door.

Song Zheng followed into the car.

"Although he didn't catch the person behind him, he probably won't do anything again in the near future."

"Why, without an intermediary, it should be possible to find another one."

Song Zheng sat in the co-pilot and felt that a boss like He Lan who drives the employees is really unique.

"When he was casting a curse just now, I left something behind. Although I can't track it, it's not much better. So during this period of time, we need to find out this hidden thing."

Song Zheng also thought of the scene just now, but his eyes were diverted, so that he didn't see the scene of the idol's demon collection, which is really a bit regretful.

At this moment, a hand suddenly covered his head.

"Don't do it next time."

"What?" Song Zheng was still feeling the palm above his head, when he heard him say that suddenly, he was taken aback.

"You were too risky just now. We don't know the effect of that spell. If you are really hit by the spell after he finishes chanting, it will be too late."

When He Lan mentioned this, he was actually very angry.

He himself also found it very strange, if Song Zheng was cursed like this, he could take out the relics logically, without him having to do it himself, and he didn't have to feel guilty or reluctant.

But the only thought at that moment was that this kid couldn't die, that he was important.

Why is it important, He Lan didn't think about it, but just acted instinctively.

"I have a sense of proportion, just thinking that I can't let him escape again."

Song Zheng's words were somewhat lacking in confidence, because in retrospect, he was not sure whether he could get rid of the control in time.

"Well, I know, but safety is the priority in everything."

He Lan took him all the way back to the dormitory.

The two said goodnight to each other, and Song Zheng watched He Lan enter before closing the door.

It's just that he didn't know that He Lan, who was standing behind the door and listening to the sound of the door closing, slowly spread his palms.

A scorched black wound lay across the palm of his hand, which looked exactly like the mahogany sword in Song Zheng's hand.

He Lan shook his hands, covering up the scars on his hands.

The mahogany sword slays demons and demons, and it will not do any harm to ordinary people.

If Song Zheng saw this, he would probably be suspected.

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