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Chapter 131 The Lament of the King of the Crossroads: Sean, you can’t be too American!

"OMG!"

Chandler looked at the female dog demon who was running away after switching her body forms freely, then looked at Ross who had a grim expression on his face, and shouted out his thoughts on Ross' behalf.

Ross glared at me immediately.

His hypocrisy was fully revealed, and he was not thick-skinned enough to swallow the insult.

"Is it a similar situation with the Skinner?" The Prodigal Joey was now particularly interested in this kind of information.

The five senses can change your three perspectives.

Not to mention he is a prodigal son!

"The case of the Skinwalker is a little worse," Sean didn't mind telling them. "Similar to Susan the Shapeshifter."

"What?!" everyone shouted in unison.

Ross's face turned pale.

Why him again?

Why cue him again!
However, Sean ignored his ugly expression and told the truth: "Remember how the shapeshifter Susan was sentenced?"

"Strong!" everyone answered in unison.

no way.

This case opened the door to a new world for them, one they will never forget.

"The same is true for the Skinner." Sean explained: "As a branch of the dog demon, the Skinner can also switch between human and dog bodies freely.

But they choose to be dogs more often.

Adopted by a human family.

But they are not really pure dogs.

And has a strong desire for humans.

Think about it carefully. "

"OMG!" Chandler once again made the classic cry of his ex-girlfriend, but this time he was not teasing Ross, but was shocked from the bottom of his heart.

"So many families keep pet dogs, many of them sleep with their pet dogs, and even couples avoid dogs in their daily lives. However, dogs have the same desire for their owners as humans do for the opposite sex, oh no, for their partners..."

The others also had the look of the old men on the subway looking at their phones.

I can’t even imagine the warm and loving scenes of the past.

Even Phoebe, an animal rights activist, couldn't look at it straight.

"This Skinner is such a big wolfdog. He has always been regarded as a family member by the hostess. She doesn't even avoid him when bathing or sleeping." Sean continued to introduce.

"He relied on his dog body and jumped onto the mistress's bed and performed various intimate behaviors whenever he had the chance. When the mistress went into the bathroom to take a shower, he immediately followed her and squatted at the door, watching her undress and enter the bathroom with lust."

"No wonder people look at women raising big wolfhounds so strangely~" Chandler couldn't help but complain: "No wonder women call their little lovers little wolfhounds~"

"This is really disgusting. Maybe this skinner couldn't help himself in the end..." Monica guessed.

"This skinner doesn't exist." Sean said honestly, "Even if he really exists, he can't be broadcast or mentioned. The crime he committed is even worse.

He saw that the mistress had fallen out with her husband and was complaining about her husband in various ways, so he took advantage of his identity as a skinning walker and an alternative dog demon and bit the mistress's husband to death, wanting to take her place.

Be the man of the family."

"It is indeed so!" Everyone shook their heads.

When a dog is no longer just a pet dog but becomes a dog demon, it is equivalent to the appearance of a third party in the family.

He said that he was not here to destroy the family, but to join it.

In fact, they are all fake!

"Did the hostess agree after the showdown?" Joey asked with great interest.

"Need I say that? She definitely disagrees!" Rachel and the others replied, "Otherwise she wouldn't be considered as strong as Susan the Shapeshifter!"

"..." Ross's mouth twitched, unable to bear it any longer: "You can say whatever you want, but don't always mention the shapeshifter Susan!!!"

"Yes!" Sean nodded. "The mistress of the Skinwalker didn't agree. After all, not everyone can do anything like Ross and Joey."

"Hehe." Joey laughed and was not ashamed of it.

And Rose was furious.

Well, tell them not to mention Susan the Shapeshifter and imply him.

Sean was so nice and just directly mocked him.

But he didn't dare to get angry with Sean.

"The Skinners are a group." Sean glanced at Ross and continued, "There is a clear hierarchy. The higher-level Skinners have a big plan.

That is to gather all the skinners from other areas together, enter thousands of homes, and when the agreed time comes, they will attack together and bite their masters.

Infect all of their masters and transform them into skinners.

After completing a wave of transformation, they repeat this action again, causing their own population to grow exponentially, and finally become the first race. "

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped: "How scary!"

"They didn't succeed?"

"Of course it didn't work! Otherwise we'd all be dogs now!"

"No." Sean laughed, "Even their source, the werewolves, haven't been able to do this for thousands of years, let alone a branch like them.

They are not strong enough, so they rely on surprise attacks.

In America, where chaos does not occur unless everyone has a gun, if there are ruthless people in the town, they will just use guns to clear them out and blow their heads off one by one.

The majority of the troops were wiped out, and the remaining scattered flayed walkers fled whimpering with their tails between their legs. "

"This world is so scary." Although everyone felt relieved, they were still very scared.

Phoebe was even more shocked and screamed: "Oh my! Will the mouse in my apartment turn into Mickey Mouse?"

Facing everyone's speechless gazes, Phoebe was very happy.

As an ignorant and fearless animal protection activist, she was not afraid of the Black Death at all. When rats appeared in her home, she not only did not drive them away and kill them, but also raised them directly.

Considers himself to be very loving.

Now is the time to harvest.

"You'd better pray that it doesn't happen." Sean said slowly, "Otherwise Disney will definitely sue you to death!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

Disney has the most powerful legal department in the world, specifically monitoring copyright infringements around the world. If Phoebe really has Mickey Mouse and is unwilling to hand it over, she will definitely be sued to death.

While the laughter and joy continued here, under an elevated bridge in New York, a fat bearded man had a sad face. After a while, a luxury car drove up, and an upper-class old man who looked very prestigious got out of the car and walked over with a smile on his face: "Crowley, long time no see."

"Yes, it will be ten years in another week." The man called Crowley instantly put away his sad expression when the old man came over. He smiled and looked at the old man meaningfully.

"So soon?" The old man knew what Crowley meant, but he pretended not to know: "Crowley, I'm here to make a deal with you. I'll exchange my soul for 100 billion US dollars. It's still the same old rules. It will be delivered in ten years. How about that?"

The Crowley in front of him, who spoke with a British accent, was a demon, a crossroads demon who specialized in transactions.

He is also the boss of all the intersection demons and can be called the king of the crossroads.

And he was a regular client of Crowley's.

Throughout his life, he relied on constant transactions with Crowley to become rich and enjoy the greatest pleasures in the world.

Now that the company is in crisis and needs a lot of funds to get through the difficult times, he thinks of making a deal with his old friend Crowley again.

He knew that what Crowley wanted most was his soul.

And now he no longer minds trading his soul.

"100 billion US dollars? Do you think you're worth it?" Crowley, the King of the Crossroads, had already guessed the guy's plan, but still couldn't help but sneer.

"The soul is priceless, and wealth is just a financial number that you demons can manipulate at will... Well, 100 billion US dollars may be too much, so let's go with 50 billion US dollars." The old man began to practice the art of trading that everyone likes to use.

However, no matter how he continued to lower the price, Crowley, the King of the Crossroads, looked at him coldly, and he knew that this deal would not work, so he smiled and said goodbye.

"Remember you still have a week!" Crowley reminded him as he left.

"Got it... hehe." The old man didn't even turn his head back. He smiled and waved, got into the car and left, as if he was not worried at all that his deal with the devil was about to expire.

"Fuck!" After watching the car leave, Crowley could no longer control his expression and cursed out loud with a gloomy face.

The phone rang, and after he answered it, he heard his subordinates telling him bad news again. He scolded them, told them he would handle it, and hung up the phone.

After standing under the overpass and thinking for a long time, he teleported and disappeared.

Monica's apartment.

Sean chatted with his old friends for a long time and chose to leave. When he returned to his apartment through a space teleportation, there was a knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw an old man with a beard standing there with a gift in his hand. He looked at Sean with a smile on his face: "Mr. Li, I'm Crowley, nice to meet you."

"It seems that you really don't take Satan seriously." Sean certainly knew the famous King of the Crossroads.

Compared to other demons who prefer to hang out in small towns, trading demons like the Crossroads King prefer to stay in big cities like New York.

This place is full of humans and full of desires for countless transactions.

Definitely his favorite.

New deals are concluded every day, and old deals expire and are fulfilled. This kind of news is widely circulated in the extraordinary world, and naturally cannot be hidden from Sean.

However, as a demon, he should abide by Satan and his ten-year covenant.

Ran and egg.

More and more demons are choosing to ignore Satan's majesty. This is a sign that hell is about to become chaotic, and it is not a good sign.

At least this is definitely not good news until he has fully grown up and can easily suppress countless demons and monsters.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm different from them. I don't have any ill will towards you, Mr. Li." Crowley quickly explained: "I have no intention of disobeying the orders of His Majesty Satan, but I really have no choice."

At this point, he, a grown man, was about to cry, but seeing Sean was indifferent, he had to give up the idea of ​​crying loudly and just said with tears in his eyes.

“I was abandoned by my parents when I was young. It was useless for me to struggle. In the end, I still fell into hell and suffered torture after I died.

Fortunately, I know a little about the art of trading, and was chosen to be the Crossroads Demon. I started from the bottom and worked hard for so many years before I barely got to my current position.

I have always been trembling with fear and walking on thin ice.

I believe you can understand me, Mr. Li, right?
The song you played during the Hell Gate War not long ago was about mortals like me..."

"Shut up!" Sean frowned and shouted, "Don't insult mortals!"

"How did I insult you?" Crowley looked at Sean aggrievedly. "That song about mortals really touched my heart. I felt like it was talking about me...

Maybe I don't deserve it.

But I truly agree with and understand you, Mr. Li.

That’s why I wanted to meet you and be honest with you. Please forgive me for my hardship.”

Sean actually knew his story, and believed that the song "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" would be very touching to him.

After all, in the West where bloodline is the norm, ordinary people like Crowley who climb up step by step from the bottom and have stronger ambitions to move to the top do have a bit of the meaning of mortals cultivating immortality and changing their destiny against the will of heaven.

But Sean still didn't want to pay attention to him.

Because demons like Crowley can only climb up step by step by harming countless mortals.

The higher and faster he climbs, the more heinous his crime is!
As someone like him, he still wants to compare himself to an ordinary person?
I want to eat fart!
"I don't understand what you mean." Sean didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Then I'll be frank." Crowley saw that Sean was pretending to be confused, so he had to reveal his cards: "The original establishment of the Night Court did not discriminate against us demons, nor would it interfere with the transactions between us demons and mortals at the Crossroads.

When you, Mr. Li, joined the night court, you brought a new look to New York.

There is nothing to say about this.

But since the recent Battle of Hell's Gate, the Night Court has enacted new laws that prohibit the means by which our Crossroads demons fulfill their promises.

what is this?
Without the violent debt collection of Hellhound, those customers who signed contracts with us were unwilling to fulfill their obligations.

They all clearly wanted to be deadbeats, and because we abided by the laws of the night court, we were completely unable to do anything to them.

What’s even more outrageous is that when this news came out, people from all over the United States started rushing to New York.

Before coming here, they signed contracts with us and gained a lot of benefits.

What's more, a person ran to different jurisdictions, signed contracts with different crossroads demons, and ran into New York using the time difference.

It's obvious that they want to take advantage of the situation and have no intention of fulfilling their contract.

He even posted guides on the dark web, openly mocking us, the Crossroads Demons.

We are unable to respond to all of this immediately because we abide by the laws of the Night Court and respect bailiffs like you, Mr. Li!
But Mr. Li, you can't just not respond at all."

At the end, he really cried out in grievance: "Don't be too American!"

In his opinion, the new law of the Night Court must be Sean's revenge on the demons who broke their promise after the battle at Hell's Gate.

This new law made those who had signed contracts with them and whom they regarded as having it in their pockets feel emboldened and turned around to laugh at them.

This is clearly just like criminals from all over the world who commit crimes and fleece the people's bloody money and run to the United States. Countries around the world want to extradite these criminals, but the United States ignores these real demands of the international community.

That’s too much!

What’s even worse is that they were originally America, but now they have become a true international community…

Once the identity is changed, it’s so fucked up!

(End of this chapter)