The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 39: Believer?
Now an extremely terrifying thing happened to Xiunuo.

I, a demon cultivator, have gained merits from the way of heaven?
How did these two things that have nothing to do with each other appear on me at the same time?
Although he thought about educating all living beings to achieve perfect merit, as a demon cultivator, he knew that was just talk in his mind.

He thought that was enlightenment, but in the eyes of the righteous, it might just be corpses everywhere and evil spirits everywhere.

In other words, the education that Xiunuo originally wanted was probably seen by the previous generation as dating in junior high and high school, not getting married after graduating from college, and not having children at the age of thirty.

But now, this merit from the Heavenly Dao is there, and this thing has not destroyed his own cultivation, but has improved it instead.

"What the hell just happened?" Xiunuo immediately mobilized the demonic energy in his body.

Among the group of people who planted the evil energy themselves, the only one who might become a variable is John from last night.

The next moment, a series of pictures appeared in front of him.

Through his own natal magic weapon, Xiunuo finally saw clearly what had happened.

This was in accordance with the idea of ​​his original experiment. The evil spirit aroused John's deepest desires, causing him to abandon his previous persistence and principles, and completely degenerate into an extremely selfish guy.

Then, it obtains nutrients for the demonic energy through blood and life, and the Youli that is planted in his body is responsible for absorbing the evil thoughts and violence, and absorbing the demonic barriers that this guy has created because of killing.

Then, Youli will abandon it and take the ripe fruit back into his body.

This was the path Xiu Nuo had envisioned before. As a demon cultivator, after knowing that this world had the ability to kill him at least before the Nascent Soul stage, he did not think of killing everyone, but wanted to be a behind-the-scenes manipulator.

but.
Now it seems that things are a bit messed up.

At this moment, an idea suddenly popped into Xiunuo's mind.

wrong!

It seems that what I thought before was completely wrong!

To say that this broken place has little spiritual energy is an understatement! Its only advantage is that it has a lot of people, but no matter how many there are, they are still just a bunch of mortals!

Even if you practice the most bloody method of killing, and go through the process of massacring a city and exterminating souls, your targets are all just a group of mortals. How can you improve your cultivation?
Ghost cultivators are a bit better, but Xiu Nuo has seen ghost cultivators with millions of ghost soldiers before. The ghost soldiers who are all mortal bodies are of limited use.

Otherwise, why would the idiot Hall Master dare to invite the Demon Sect to join the meeting just because he got a top-grade soul? It's because the soul is of high quality.

Therefore, if you follow your original idea, or the original idea of ​​the magic way, you will most likely get stuck at a certain level and be unable to move forward.

Maybe Golden Core? No, no, no, according to the situation of several old guys who practiced blood magic in the sect, they started to kill some demon cultivators in the sect when they were in the Golden Core stage. Therefore, if you are just a mortal, you may not even reach the Golden Core stage.

So, I have to do something now!

John looked out the window at the police car approaching.

He was very comfortable, he knew what he was about to face, but he had no regrets!

Why did I lose everything when I did nothing wrong?
Why can these demons who bully me harm an innocent person in such a way through the most just means?

In that case, what I am doing now is just becoming the person you think I should be.

Just as John was thinking about how to teach these policemen a lesson, he suddenly felt his head sink and then passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already in a hospital bed, surrounded by a group of policemen with LAPD logo printed on their clothes.

In addition, there was a doctor who immediately came forward to check, then turned back and said to the police: "No problem, everything is normal." Immediately, a police officer came forward with a piece of paper full of words in his hand and said to him: "Sir, LAPD is now formally arresting you for theft, illegal entry, and murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used as evidence in court. You have the right to discuss with a lawyer before being questioned by the police. If you don't have money to hire a lawyer, we will provide you with a lawyer free of charge."

As he spoke, the detective waved his hand, and immediately a police officer came forward and handcuffed John.

John didn't resist or say a word throughout the whole process.

He had already discovered that the power that had made him feel so happy before had disappeared.

But where does that power come from?

A figure gradually emerged in John's mind.

That Oriental man. The mysterious Oriental man!
Yes, it was the power he gained when he woke up the next day after he asked about his own experience.

who is he?

John didn't know who he was, but he knew that the Oriental man must be the angel who brought fairness to this country!

John had foreseen his own end, but if God gave him another chance.

John can guarantee that he will do it again!
He was taken all the way back to the police station, and he didn't say a word when the police asked him questions.

And he had made up his mind that even if the police found a lawyer for him, he would not say a word!

This was indeed the case. As soon as he arrived at the police station, he was taken into the interrogation room.

An impatient police officer was threatening him, but at this moment, the door was pushed open and the police officer at the door said helplessly, "His lawyer is here."

The police officer who got nothing from the questioning was a little angry: "This bastard hasn't said a single letter of the alphabet so far, like a mute! He is just a homeless person that no one wants! How can he get a lawyer!"

"Sir, I suggest you watch your words if you don't want to be sued for discrimination against people with disabilities." The voice sounded, and the police officer saw a blond white man in a suit and tie holding a briefcase.

"Fuck!" The interrogating police officer cursed in a low voice, then looked at the others: "Let's go."

The person who came was naturally Jonas.

Seeing the police officer was about to leave, Jonas just waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Officer, please send my client to the interview room. Of course, you can ask me to talk to my client here, but please believe me, the next person sitting here may be you, and in that chair."

The police officer opened his mouth, but in the end he could only do as Jonas said with a red face.

He now had only one question: why did the lawyer appear in this place?
In the meeting room, Jonas looked at his watch and said, "Sir, our time is limited. Do you want to remain silent? I am your lawyer, understand? I am on your side."

John looked at Jonas and still chose to keep his head down and keep silent.

"Okay." Jonas shook his head. "I have to say, you are really lucky. You met my boss before you did this kind of trouble. You met him last night."

John glanced at Jonas.

"He is an Oriental." Jonas said with a smile on his face: "Now, you should be sure that I am on your side, right?"

However, John's next words startled Jonas.

"Does he need me to do anything for him?"

(End of this chapter)