The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 26: Definitely full
Xiunuo is feeling a little numb now.

Since I came here, what kind of people have I met along the way?

First, there was a group of idiots who gave up their good lives to seek death, then there was a weird fairy, and then there was a compatriot who looked normal but had actually sold out everyone in his heart, a robber with a special fetish, a 'teammate' who killed his friends without any delay, a white man who was still talking nonsense when he was about to die, and now he was in prison, and met a few 'cellmates' who treated the prison as a brothel.

I, Xiu Nuo, am a demon cultivator. I cannot say that I am a born demon, but I am at least a famous demon cultivator who is on the hunting order of the righteous immortal sects.

But here, I feel like I am the righteous immortal cultivator!
The Holy Land of Demonic Path lived up to its reputation. It gave a huge shock to a little demon cultivator like me as soon as I arrived.

After Xiunuo asked a few more questions, he began to rest with his eyes closed on the bed.

As for the three old Mexicans, all they can do now is wait for their next cellmate.

Before that, they could only endure the pain in their bodies and rest obediently with fear of Xiunuo.

At the same time, I pray that the pain in my body will be less severe tomorrow.

Xiu Nuo began to refine Zhang Wenxuan's soul.

How to say it, the quality of this guy's soul is quite high. Along the way, Xiu Nuo had been absorbing the power of the souls and blood essence of those forty or so people, but this Zhang Wenxuan's needed to be refined separately.

Xiunuo had seen such high-quality guys before, such as those in the Demon Sect and those who had a lot of blood debts on their bodies.

However, Xiunuo, who already had some understanding of this world, discovered that even the souls of those drug dealers were not as good as his.

"So, what did you do?"

Youli, which has absorbed the souls of dozens of people, finally looks like a magic weapon. Although the sword is still full of cracks, it doesn't look like it's stuck together.

As Xiu Nuo's mind moved slightly, a black light bloomed above Youli and merged into Zhang Wenxuan's soul.

This guy has a very strong will, and Xiunuo wants to see why.

Countless scenes unfolded in front of Xiunuo in an instant. Everything else was blurry, but the scene of the little girl shouting "Dad" and Zhang Wenxuan taking the money from her seemed so ironic and clear.

After looking at it for a long time, Xiunuo finally understood it.

The man in front of me sold his wife and daughter in order to raise money here for his own selfish desires.

And, more than once, the difference is just biological and adopted.

It seems that no matter where this thing is, it is an extremely beastly thing.

Soul piercing and soul searching is also one of Youli's abilities, but Youli cannot use it now, so it needs to be combined with Xiunuo's magic.

And this magic technique is performed with the help of Youli, which can be considered a roundabout way of performing the magic. This is also one of the reasons why this natal magic weapon is important.

"Anyone who commits great evil will be punished by God." Xiu Nuo's heart was slightly moved: "So, I am your calamity and karma?"

If that's the case, it's far from enough.

It would be too easy for Youli to let him directly absorb the soul of such a guy, and it would be too wasteful.

It just so happened that Zhang Wenxuan's blood and essence in his body had not been refined yet. Now with the cooperation of his soul, Xiu Nuo had a way to use this guy.

Evil spirit! Or, it has another name - evil ghost.

A kind of slave that is considered low-level by the monks, but here, it should not be considered low-level.

However, this little gadget that was easy to make before now requires a lot of effort. It uses essence, blood, spirit and soul as the guide and is refined with the ghost. It takes about a month to give birth to an evil soul.

Fortunately, now that I have entered the Holy Land of Demons, it is safe. I should be able to cope with it temporarily.

However, although Youli can help with refining, Xiunuo still has to do the preliminary preparations himself.

After the refining is completed, this guy can be used as a thug in the early stage, and then he can make soul pills to eat. It's perfect.

After everything was over, the whole night passed. Not long after Xiunuo opened his eyes, the bell rang with the voice of the prison guard: "It's time for breakfast, bastards! Howard! Hurry up and get out of your bed and get your food! This is a prison, not a place for you to sleep in!"

Soon, the early shift prison guard came to Xiunuo's cell with a food cart. After seeing the situation inside, he laughed: "Hey, Fran, your face is so funny. You got beaten up, right?"

Fran didn't respond, but just took his food silently.

The breakfast was not rich, or even a little too much.

A box of milk that Xiunuo didn't recognize, in a small cup, some oatmeal, and a slice of toast.

Xiunuo looked at the food and looked at Fran suspiciously: "Are you full?"

"This is the prison, sir." Fran looked embarrassed. "It's not a restaurant. The meals are just to ensure our normal nutritional intake. I mean, this stuff is not enough to fill my stomach."

Xiu Nuo looked at Fran's 200-pound figure and said, "You don't look like you can starve in prison."

Fran smiled awkwardly: "You can add more food."

"Oh? How?"

"Just pay. This is America! As long as you have money, you can have as much food as you want in prison. Of course, that requires you to be rich enough, and I'm obviously not rich enough."

Xiunuo’s eyelids twitched.

However, the few old Mexicans were not in a hurry to eat, but looked at Xiu Nuo.

Xiu Nuo frowned: "Why are you staring at me? Do you want to get beaten?"

"No, no, no." Fran waved his hands quickly. He didn't want this guy to attack him again.

The lesson of last night has made him realize that in front of this man, he is as weak as a child, even though... he only looks like the child.

Fran explained, "We'll wait for you to eat first. If you don't have enough, we have more here. This is the rule. You will definitely be full."

After he finished speaking, Fran seemed to have thought of something. His face turned pale and he quickly explained: “When I say full, I mean the breakfast in our hands.”

Xiunuo was shocked. I’m not an idiot. Of course I knew it was breakfast.

and many more!

And isn't that something that makes people full for breakfast?
Hey!
What on earth are these old Mexicans thinking about?

Xiunuo finished his breakfast with a gloomy face, which made the three Mexicans terrified.

Only after they were sure that Xiu Nuo would not beat them up again did they dare to eat.

About two hours later, it was time to go out for some fresh air.

Even in border prisons, there is time for exercise, and the time is plenty.

This is not because we are worried about the prisoners having psychological problems, but simply for convenience.

They never worry about prisoners escaping because everyone knows that if you wait to be released, you will have a legal illegal status.

But if you jailbreak, which is legal, you can forget about getting it.

And how many of these people turned themselves in?

Border police in California are almost going crazy just answering calls for surrender every day.

Sometimes they even doubted whether they were police officers or a rescue team.

Moreover, the criminals here never consider themselves criminals. In their own eyes, this is the darkness before dawn.

But in the eyes of the prison guards, you are just a bunch of parasites, and they can't wait for you to get out!
(End of this chapter)