Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

What comes into view is a pristine white ceiling.

He tried to get up, only to find himself firmly bound by several strong straps.

This is still a hospital ward, but it's not the same one as before.

So he began to struggle, making the metal frame of the hospital bed rattle loudly.

Just then, a voice with the same sound came from beside him.

By a forced glance to the side, he saw that Thor was in the exact same predicament, bound tightly, and apart from their mouths, the two of them looked like mummies.

Thor was on the verge of tears. He yelled at the door, "Why! This guy is the madman, why am I tied up too?"

In one respect, he was better than the Chinese and the Soviet Union: he knew more characters.

This also made him recognize where they were now; the sign at the door clearly read "Psychiatric Placement Room".

Just then, a doctor in a white coat strolled in.

"Answer me! Why!" Thor roared at him.

The doctor appeared calm and composed. He stood before Zhong Su and Saul, crossed his arms, and solemnly addressed Saul:

"He is indeed a madman. I have never seen a madman willingly walk into a stun gun."

“And you,” he pointed at Thor, “are the same.”

“How are they the same?!” Thor struggled angrily.

The doctor sneered and asked, "You think you're any better off than someone who can fight with a madman?"

"These two are in very serious condition," the doctor sighed.

Upon hearing this, Solton fell silent.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't refute the doctor's words.

It seems like there's really nothing wrong with it.

But Thor wanted to keep struggling.

He finally understood the situation: the hospital had tied him to Zhongsu; one was a madman, and the other was definitely not much better.

He tried to clear his mind, which was full of muscle, and said to the doctor, "You've got it wrong. He's actually my friend who came to visit me. We were just having a normal conversation."

"Normal communication?" The doctor frowned. "Do friends communicate like this?"

“Really, you believe me.” Thor nodded vigorously.

The next second, he hurriedly looked at Zhong Su beside him, his eyes flashing a frantic signal.

In a regular ward, he could manage to rush out, but in the psychiatric ward, bound by restraints, with his current mortal body, he would truly be finished.

He turned to look at Zhong Su in the next ward, who was still trying to break free of the restraints.

Thor blinked frantically; this was one of the few methods and excuses he could think of.

This guy definitely doesn't want to be stuck here like this.

He should be able to understand.

Across from him, seeing Thor looking at him, Zhong Su glanced back at him and said angrily, "How dare you lay a hand on your master!"

Then, Zhong Su glared angrily at the doctor in front of him: "And you, mortal, how dare you imprison me! Wait until I regain my power..."

For an instant.

Thor felt like his world had collapsed.

He was utterly despondent.

The doctor opposite him had an "I knew it" look on his face, clapped his hands and said, "One injection per person."

Soon, the nurse came in carrying a tray.

With the injection of the tranquilizer, the two seemingly invincible strong men immediately stopped struggling and fell silent.

The doctor glanced at the dazed Zhong Su and Sol in front of him and smiled, "They look quite robust, not bad."

"By the way, did you find anything about the information I asked you to look up regarding these two people?"

"Checking for information?" the nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"It's just information that needs to be entered during hospitalization, don't overthink it," the doctor explained.

"Oh, oh!" The nurse then realized what she meant and shook her head, saying, "No, this person..."

She pointed at Saul and said, "He was brought in by some strangers. They said he was hit on the road and they wanted to bring him in for a check-up. Then they left."

"And this one?" The doctor gestured with his chin, looking at Zhong Su.

"This is even more outrageous. There's no such person in the inpatient department's records, and he's not even on the hospital's security camera footage. Nobody knows how he got in."

"They might be two homeless people..." the nurse muttered softly.

"So, no one is paying for them?" the doctor said slowly, glancing at the syringe still containing a drop of translucent liquid.

The nurse nodded.

"It's alright, they'll pay for themselves," the doctor said in a low voice, seemingly puzzled.

……

When Sue and Thor opened their eyes again, the once white ceiling in front of them had disappeared, replaced by complete darkness.

"They've moved to a different location?" Thor was initially delighted.

Immediately, a spotlight descended from the sky, shining on him and Zhong Su, followed by a cacophony of whispers.

"Oh look, they're awake."

"These two guys both look good, very strong, they should be in excellent health..."

"I've reserved that guy's kidney..."

"Excuse me, sir, you need to raise your sign first."

In an instant, Thor was struck dumb.

He suddenly looked up, only to find himself still bound, even more so than before.

The room was surrounded by transparent glass, and figures hidden in the shadows were looking them over from outside.

It looks like they're examining pork on a cutting board.

These people were whispering among themselves, seemingly discussing something.

Even if Thor were stupid, he would realize what was happening.

They were treated like merchandise to be slaughtered at will.

This place is no longer a hospital, but the other side of the bright world, a kind of underground black market.

He quickly looked at the Sino-Soviet side by side.

The other party still seemed somewhat confused, but this was not entirely the fault of the Chinese and Soviet Union; the Thunder Demon had experienced far too much in just one day.

This was far too straining for his now powerless mortal body.

Thor's mind raced.

He couldn't rely on himself alone; he didn't want to end up losing his way before he could regain his power and teach Loki a lesson.

“Madman, I have to tell you, we’re in a very bad situation right now!” Thor whispered to Zhong Su beside him.

“Call me master…” Zhong Su murmured softly.

"What the hell are you insisting on, you bastard!" Thor cursed at him, helpless.

He was truly out of ideas.

"...Master, fuck! We have to cooperate now, or none of us will get out of here, Motherfucker!"

Saul said this while cursing.

Chapter 410 This thing is much more useful than my brother's teachings!

Faced with China and the Soviet Union, this ancient, almost antiquated, fellow was like a relic.

Thor was truly at his wit's end.

He was not surprised to find that the other person's mind was actually not working, like a rusty machine, completely unaware of how critical their situation was.

Ironically, if they can be called a team now, for once, Thor finds himself the brains of the team.

The reversal of the Heavenly Gang is considered to be true.

After cursing China and the Soviet Union, Saul looked up at the ceiling, tears welling in his eyes, and murmured weakly, "Father, if this is also a test you've given me..."

Thor was starting to back down.

He felt he couldn't stay with this madman for even a second longer.

the other side.

Odin looked at Zhou Lan without saying a word.

His eyes were gentle and calm, but they were filled with doubt.

"What kind of fetish is this of your brother?" he asked.

But the problem wasn't actually the Sino-Soviet peculiarities; it was more that he discovered Saul had actually backed down.

In the past, even if it was against his will, Thor would never have uttered those words about his master, which would have been an insult to his godlike arrogance.

"Look, isn't this much better? The first step to overcoming arrogance is learning how to bow your head," Zhou Lan said.

Odin felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, there is some truth to what Zhou Lan said.

"Shall we make a bet? If we don't get involved, could these two guys work together?" Zhou Lan continued.

Odin felt a lump in his throat.

Just now, he lost his first bet with Zhou Lan.

The price was one-tenth of his palace complex in Asgard, which was neither large nor small.

He never expected to lose the bet.

At this moment, a strange feeling arose within him. Odin pondered for a moment and finally discovered the source of this strange feeling.

"I have a feeling that this guy's brother is after Thor, while this guy is after me..." Odin thought to himself.

So he's taken care of his whole family.

“Since I’m just idling around anyway…” Zhou Lan glanced at Odin, as if chanting a spell.

Odin gritted his teeth and nodded sharply.

It was definitely not that he developed a gambling addiction under Zhou Lan's influence; it was just that the chips she offered in the gambling game were indeed tempting.

Odin wagered his palace, which was undoubtedly a huge stake.

But Zhou Lan's offer was even more tempting.

He showed Odin directly his territories, which were one after another ethereal yet real planets.

If Odin wins, Zhou Lan will personally expand the territories of these planets into the divine realm of Asgard, and there will be no future troubles.

For this now-elderly man, who is also the king of Asgard, this is indeed a very tempting bet.

For a king, how long has it been since he achieved such glory in expanding his territory?

At the same time, Zhou Lan is an existence that is absolutely true, Odin is so certain of it.

Furthermore, their bets were solely about eyesight.

Odin nodded resolutely: "You're right, we're just idling around anyway... one-tenth, still one-tenth..."

"You choose first."

The human realm.

Saul felt as pathetic as a homeless man.