The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 84: It is my right to take the merits of heaven
After all, Garce is the mayor of Los Angeles, a well-known American metropolis.

After the initial shock, he quickly calmed down.

It’s no wonder that he was shocked. After all, this was the 35th floor. How could a person just appear here out of nowhere?

He must have been lurking in this place for a long time.

Garce's expression quickly calmed down.

"Sir, you probably don't like chatting with a naked man, right? Can you allow me to put on some clothes?"

Xiunuo stretched out a hand nonchalantly to show that he was casual.

Garce picked up the bath towel and wrapped himself, while Xiunuo was already sitting on the chair in the room, crossing his legs and looking at him with a smile.

"I didn't see any camera equipment you had." Garce took a cigar from the table next to him, then leaned back against the table and looked at Xiunuo: "Is there any camera equipment in this room?"

"No." Xiunuo looked around and nodded: "Yeah, no."

Garce took out a cigar cutter and cut the cigar. "Well, if that's the case, I probably know why you're here. Tell me, what are the conditions?"

Xiu Nuo laughed: "You seem very confident, Mr. Mayor, do you know what I am here for?"

"It's not hard to guess, is it?" Garce lit up his cigar. "You're probably not his man. I'm talking about the guy who provided me with this gift. He knows his limits. So, you were sent by my political enemy or some organization, right? But it doesn't matter."

Garce blew out a stream of smoke. "It's obvious that you have got something on me that I can't resist. I can work with you or you, so tell me what you need to do."

Xiunuo was a little surprised: "You seem to be very skilled."

Garce smiled and said, "That's what a qualified politician should do, isn't it?"

Xiu Nuo nodded slightly: "After coming to your place, I really feel that I have benefited a lot. However, don't worry, Mr. Mayor, I am just doing an experiment. I like experiments, which can help me avoid many detours."

As he spoke, Xiunuo raised his hand, and a black mist suddenly flew out and enveloped Garce.

This is a simple spell called Menghua.

In today's terms, it should be something similar to hypnosis, but the effect of this control is more convenient, faster and irresistible.

One of the most convenient methods for monks to deal with ordinary people.

After Menghua hit the target, Xiunuo frowned.

Because he saw that after Garce was hit by Meng Hua, a golden light suddenly appeared on his body. The Meng Hua that had just invaded his body disappeared.

Xiu Nuo has seen this situation before. Generally, when a cultivator wants to use this trick on some ministers of the Mortal Dynasty, there is a chance that he will fail. What is it called?

Oh, the righteous spirit protects me.

But those are only available to wise ministers, people with great fortune.

This is not righteousness now.

After all, even if you beat Xiunuo to death, he would never believe that such righteousness would appear in a man who was about to use a big stick on a little boy.

So, it is right that the country blesses you, right?

There are few monks who can control some mortal kings. These people are protected by the king's purple aura and the national pulse. The reason why they are useless to Garce is very simple.

America's national bloodline is protecting him.

In other words, the American national pulse is against itself. After all, it has been marked by that thing, right?
Garce also saw something. Although he didn't understand what it was, he asked curiously, "What was that just now, sir? Was it an Asian trick?"

Xiu Nuo smacked his lips and said, "Although I had some premonitions, I am still somewhat disappointed when I see it with my own eyes. It's okay, Mr. Mayor. My experiment is over."

"Although I don't know what your experiment is, I'm deeply sorry for your failure. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Garce was still calm, but Xiunuo's next words made him uneasy. "Yes, there are some." Xiunuo stood up and looked at Garce, "Maybe I have to borrow your life to use it."

Garce's face changed drastically. He took a step back calmly and said, "This is not a funny joke, sir. I told you, I have many uses. You can definitely put forward other conditions."

Xiu Nuo just stretched out his finger and waved it: "No, have you forgotten what I said? I like experiments."

The next moment, Xiu Nuo raised his hand, and a sinister look emerged.

As the dark sword passed by, Garce felt a chill on his neck. He didn't even see how the man in front of him took out the weapon, but he saw his own butt clearly.

Blood splattered across the room, and a head rolled twice on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Xiu Nuo nodded slightly and said, "Kill these people.
When Xiu Nuo just thought of this, he felt a shock in his heart, and the spiritual energy in his body leaked out as if a floodgate had been opened.

Xiunuo did not hesitate at all, and the demonic energy instantly enveloped himself.

At the same time, Youli was flying and collecting Garce's soul and blood.

After this tonic entered the body, it was directly refined, and the leaked spiritual energy was temporarily blocked by Xiunuo.

If he wants to repair it completely, he will probably have to consume more of his magic energy.

Xiu Nuo forced a bitter smile on his face. "It turns out that a Qi Refining Stage cultivator is still far from enough to fight against a national pulse. Fortunately, I have done an experiment. If I really rely on my status as a cultivator to attack Washington and chop down the White House and that courtyard, I will probably be devoured by the national pulse and turned into a dried corpse before I finish killing everyone."

Just as Xiunuo stabilized himself, the bathroom door opened and Lucas walked out.

When he saw Xiunuo, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and then he saw the corpse.

To Xiunuo's surprise, the boy did not scream. Instead, he looked at Xiunuo with some fear, and then spoke slowly.

"Are you here to rescue me, sir?"

Xiunuo frowned. This conversation sounded so familiar. This child looked normal, but why did he seem to be unconscious?
He walked towards the boy, and when he got in front of the boy, the boy actually reached out and put his hand on Xiunuo's waistband.

Xiunuo raised his hand and touched the boy's forehead, and then his brows instantly relaxed.

This child is not unconscious, but this is his perception.

Xiunuo has seen this situation in some Deadpools and Lu Dings. He cultivates and instills concepts in them since childhood, and trains them from humans to pets.

But the child is only twelve years old, which means that he has been indoctrinated with this idea since he was at least two years old.

Xiu Nuo was not surprised that people were trained to become furnaces from a young age. Even the Netherworld Palace had this business. However, the Netherworld Palace was a fucking evil sect.

I am also a demon cultivator.

But this America is an orthodox humanitarian empire and even the overlord of the world.

These people don't have any evil spirit at all, but what they do is so good that even a disciple of the devil like me has to give them a thumbs up.

If he had just arrived here, Xiunuo would have thought that this person had deep-rooted demonic roots, but after learning about this period of time, Xiunuo understood.

This country is like this. As I said before, the Holy Land of Demonic Dao is worthy of its reputation! People like this can be protected by the country's destiny.

But that's true. As a disciple of the devil, I still have merits from the way of heaven.

No! Xiu Nuo now completely understood that compared to these damn people, his Heavenly Dao Merit was truly justified!
Xiunuo withdrew his hand, and the boy fell to the ground with his head tilted.

Then, Xiunuo thought about it, and a trace of demonic energy entered the boy's body. Then Xiunuo picked up Garce's head and jumped out of the window.

The evil spirit just now was not for planting the evil seed, but for
Open your mind.

(End of this chapter)