Alien Executioner

"Sorry, no." The female manager refused firmly, "A group of executives confirmed it yesterday."

The phagocytes suddenly screamed, and the tentacles were restless and wanted to get out.

I see.

Anya feels the message from her "body".

This woman is a different species, so what she said is obviously false.

Were they Mr. V's men? She wasn't sure, and she didn't want to slaughter them at this time, or else it would attract Mr. V's attention.

She increasingly believed that Mr. V had other purposes beyond this cooperation, and he obviously would not tell her the truth.⑧

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Li Yun and he had not taken the initiative to ask him questions after Wu Pingping had been dead for so long.

"Okay, I got you the invitation. It's easy to steal. There's even an electronic version." The butler's proud voice came from the other end of the phone.

Anya was surprised when she saw the picture. That picture was the so-called electronic invitation letter.

The photo shows the familiar Bagoshas!

It also looks like a selfie of it, and you can see the shadow of the selfie stick.

She wanted to laugh and felt even more confused, so she showed the photo to the female manager.

The female manager looked shocked, looked around, and quickly invited the girl to the elevator.

"Once we reach the fifteenth floor, please be sure to remain quiet," the woman instructed mysteriously.

Anya nodded and the elevator closed, taking in the woman's sudden change of attitude.

It seems that these alien species are indeed related to Mr. V, but wouldn’t it be blasphemy against the evil god to use Bagshas’s photo as a pass?

It seems so. With Bagshas's eccentric personality that is just like his father's, it will definitely not care.

The elevator rose rapidly, and the phagocytes entered a boiling state.

Chapter 407 Ugly Shadow (VII)

From the moment the elevator door opened, the smell of burning spices blew in. A terrifying figure condensed in the dim light. Anya raised her hand in preparation and strangled the monster who rushed over, piercing his bloated neck with a black knife.

The freak fell to the ground, whimpering and struggling. Its appearance was enough to explain the problem on the fifteenth floor. There should be no freaks here. No one would keep such a monster on the floor. It would guard here all the time, waiting for invaders and giving the most deadly bites and sneak attacks.

Anya stepped over its body and reached the depths, her brows furrowed.

The fifteenth floor of the hotel is like a maze, with countless suites stacked on top of each other. The black doors are closed, and each has a corresponding house number on it. The order of the house numbers is random, and at the corner are the numbers "14" and "3".

Anya became more and more confused. She heard many slight noises, which sounded like heartbeats, but the frequency was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. These heartbeats were moving quickly, sometimes dispersed and sometimes condensed.

These sounds disturbed her thoughts and she couldn't distinguish them for a while.

She tentatively pushed the door of suite number 14 and saw nothing but darkness. She fumbled for the switch and turned on the light.

Anya was stunned.

The dirty room was full of dirt and dirt, and it didn't look neat and clean like a hotel suite. There were life-size pillows, posters, figurines, silicone mouse pads, and other peripherals of Naya everywhere. The appearance of these things made Anya feel incredible. She thought some crazy people were obsessed with Naya.

Probably the aliens, she guessed, there were quite a few aliens in the third district who were obsessed with Naija.

She was no longer surprised by this, but the scene before her was still terrifying enough. It was hard to imagine what kind of person the other person was.

I closed the door decisively, not wanting to pollute my eyes.

She opened each door in turn. Except for the first few, there were no more elements related to Naya behind them.

Anya discovered that most of the suites were equipped with the same live broadcast equipment, and hung with two-dimensional posters in extremely high concentrations. She couldn't help but wonder if this was a new type of pyramid scheme or a way to lure otakus.

Thinking of Bagshas's need for sacrifice, her mind opened up and she thought quickly.

These alien species who serve Bagshas, ​​Er⑼ Lingwu San⑻ Qiyi (Three) use fake live broadcast platforms to gain a large number of fans, then go offline to lure otakus or old men on the list, use this method to abduct and sell them, and finally offer them to Bagshas as sacrifices?

Anya felt that this possibility existed, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why there were live broadcast equipment in these rooms.

Is this how Mr. V offers a sacrifice for Pug? That seems to be his style.

As the last door closed, she raised her head and looked towards the deepest part. When her eyes moved towards the dim light, the phagocytes screamed again. They were warning of something, or perhaps they had sensed a certain existence.

There is no heartbeat, but the body reacts.

Maybe Mr. V is in there.

Anya walked over with Sanction in her hand. Using the Devouring Weapon in Naya's posture did not actually help her much. If an ordinary alien used the Devouring Weapon, it would be fine, but she had tentacles, and the lethality of the tentacles was no less than that of Mixun, not to mention they were more flexible and changeable. Holding the Devouring Weapon restricted her flexible movement.

If Mr. V is in the deep place, then that place is where the so-called party is held.

An electronic door blocked his way. This was actually the last suite, located at the end of the corridor. The light above was dim, flickering occasionally, rapidly plunging into darkness and then brightening again, as if something was approaching.

Anya took a deep breath, feeling an invisible pressure surrounding her, she clenched the fist and stabbed hard into the combination lock.

With a series of beeping sounds, a yellow crying emoticon lit up on the small screen above, and a sign saying "Successfully Unlocked" appeared.

The door opened, and there was no banquet hall inside, but just a suite that was twice as spacious. What caught the eye was a large number of phagocytes piled up like a mountain, and a foul smell filled the air. There were skeletons sitting on several chairs, with their heads lowered like old men in deep thought.

Anya did not open her tentacles, but instead slashed the skeletons with the black knife, and her indifferent blood-red eyes quickly swept across the entire room.

"Actually, that photo is the key to unlock the access control system. Just show it to it." A helpless voice came.

Anya turned towards the direction of the sound, only to see a skeleton on a chair raising its head. A large amount of flesh and blood came out of the gaps, filling them. The originally gloomy skeleton turned into a man full of flesh and blood, who was Mr. V wearing a mask.

He stood up, having already expected Anya's appearance, and walked to the password door that was broken by Sanction.

He reached out through the rotten door and stroked it gently, as if comforting a child.

"If you unlock this door with the Great Bagshas's Photo, it will give you a smiling yellow emoticon. Why should a cute child be bullied?"

Anya watched silently. There was also a screen behind the door, which lit up with various expressions, as if there was an AI hidden inside. But she didn't care about that. Instead, she looked at the Devouring Sorrow in the corner. This was too crazy for others, but for Naya, it was a work of beauty that made her want to cry.

They are covered with delicious veils, tempting the appetite,

"I knew you were coming to see me, so I didn't leave." Mr. V turned around.

He was clearly wearing a mask, but he was smiling, and that smile was eerie through the mask.

"I've just been doubting our cooperation for several months." Anya walked in front of him.

She nonchalantly placed the black knife against the man's chest, her tone questioning.

"I don't care about your plan because I am very familiar with Bagsas, and it is the inexplicable intimacy that the Sorrow gave me that made me tolerate you. As its servant, I can trust you unconditionally, but I cannot tolerate your behavior of using me alone."

Mr. V was still wearing the black funeral suit, but the white flower on his chest had withered, just like his decay; he was a dead man.

"Hehe." Mr. V spread his eyes and touched the fake cat ears on his head.

"I didn't use you, never. I know you wanted to find me, and I am willing to face your questioning, Master Naya."

"You expected Wu Pingping's death." Anya stabbed the Punishment into his abdomen. "You also know that she will probably die in my hands, which makes me feel uneasy. She is a half-follower who drank the blood of the ancient gods, but she has been just your pawn from beginning to end. What is the so-called plan? Is it to let me eat her?"

"Isn't Wu Pingping delicious?" Mr. V pretended to be surprised and laughed.

"This is good for you, isn't it? I need Wu Pingping to die, and you can eat her. This is a win-win situation, and we should all cheer for it. For our solid cooperation, we should drink a glass of whiskey for each other."

"You admit it, that's good. No need for whiskey, this is what I care about." Anya stabbed the black knife deeper, "What can Wu Pingping's death bring to you? This makes me wonder, she is obviously yours."

Chapter 408 Ugly Shadow (VIII)

"us?"

Mr. V said these two words in surprise, his smile mixed with confusion and astonishment.

"Lord Naya, you said 'we'? Wu Pingping is one of ours? You misunderstood. From the beginning to the end, there was only me, not us. To me, Feng Bao and Li Yun are just my collaborators. I have never considered them my friends."

"Li Yun thinks that you, Mr. V, are their best friend. So you are a traitor."

"That's just their wishful thinking." Mr. V chuckled. "How can you say you're betraying your loyalty? Lord Naya, are you planning to betray our cooperation?"

"Every collaboration has a beginning and an end." Anya pulled the Sanction out of his body and took back the Devouring Weapon.

She walked towards the pile of Devouring Sorrow.

"Explain what these mean. Are they all sacrifices to Bagshas?"

"Yes, these are the food of Bagshas. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I did not attack ordinary people."

"What's going on with those rooms out there?"

"As you think in your mind now," Mr. V replied.

He seemed to see through everything, but he couldn't do anything about this dead man.

Anya knew very well that this man was not strong enough to threaten her at the moment, and she also had no way to kill him completely.

The immortal body is indeed troublesome. Shang's servant constantly obtains power from his master. The only one who can kill him is Pug.

This man seemed to have great ambitions, and he could even decisively abandon Wu Pingping. She thought that crazy woman was Mr. V's important bargaining chip.

She thought of Bagsas's nasty smile and said slowly:

"There is something I think you don't know yet. I have reached a cooperation with your master, Bagshas. Since I have cooperated with a higher-level person, you are no longer of any use to me."

She examined the man's reaction with indifferent eyes.

Mr. V retracted his smile. Apparently, this remark had worked, and he fell into deep thought.

Anya continued, "The content of cooperation is nothing more than that I can get its help, which is very different from you being its servant. As long as I am willing, I will know everything you do."

This was a lie, but Anya spoke it truthfully. She was good at speaking and also good at grasping a person's emotions.

"This seems like something a pug would do." Mr. V shrugged helplessly, he seemed to be at his wits' end.

"If it's the master... I just didn't expect you to be so familiar with it."

"It's as stupid as my father."

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"I'm not as afraid of it as you are. To you it's a terrifying evil god, but to me it's just a toy. I once thought of eating it, but I didn't do it in the end. Well, that's the end of irrelevant things."

Anya rolled up her tentacles and picked up the Devouring Sorrow on the ground as food, but left half of it.

"I am very satisfied with your sacrifice. I can be the monster being worshipped, and I am willing to enjoy this feeling." She showed a wicked smile, "So I won't embarrass you, Mr. V, but I am still very curious about why Wu Pingping must die."

"Um... I don't think I can tell you."

As soon as the words fell, Anya's expression changed drastically, and the black and red tentacles completely penetrated his body and hung him up.

She narrowed her eyes, taking that as an offense.

"Can't you tell me? Is there anything else you can't tell me? I'll kill you on behalf of Bagshas."

"Haha, Lord Naya, you always say terrible things, but you can't kill me."

"I don't, but Bagsas does."

Anya shouted towards the corner, "Bagas, get out of here!"

"Wait a minute!" Mr. V finally changed his attitude and struggled, "There's no need to bother Bage with this matter."

"Then you say."

"It was just an accident."

"Accident?"

"Yes." Mr. V stopped struggling. "What I mean is that her becoming a half-follower was just an accident. She shouldn't have been involved. It was all Li Yun's own decision. She shouldn't have appeared in any plan. She was just a chess piece that came in randomly. Li Yun and another person wanted to use her to steal the Heart of Sorrow."

"Heart of Sorrow..."

Anya had seen these three words in the archives, which were equivalent to the Devouring Sorrow of the alien species. Sorrow also had a heart, which was the most powerful force. As long as Sorrow's heart still existed, he would never die, would fall into a deep sleep, and would be revived at some point.

She quickly recalled the top-secret file.

In 1690, a whale execution team was destroyed on the way to find the Heart of Sorrow.

So far, all six executives of this team are on the list of super executives.

Their Devouring Weapon was directly derived from Shang, a super Devouring Weapon made with his heart, but after this team disappeared, it also disappeared into history.

To Anya, the five words "steal the heart of sorrow" are like the path to godhood preached by a cult.

"That octopus is destined to die. No one can tolerate its existence, not even other Sorrows, such as Pug." Mr. V told the truth, "So it's only a matter of time, and Li Yun and his friends are very greedy. Their goal is not just to kill the octopus, but to steal the Sorrow's Heart."

"So the meaning of Wu Pingping's existence is to become the carrier of the Heart of Sorrow." Anya became serious.

"Yes, you should know that after death, either the parasite will split and the host's brain will transform it into the first generation of alien species, or the heart of the dead will be retained, and the host's brain will be transformed into the first generation of alien species, or the heart of the dead will be retained, and the host's brain will be transformed into the first generation of alien species, and the host's brain will be transformed into the first generation of alien species, or the host's brain will be transformed into the first generation of alien species, and ...

"Incredible."

"You may not know this, but your friend is the girl named Gu." Mr. V, who was held by the tentacles, said softly, "Her childhood secrets will definitely surprise you."