Noble Husband At the Door
Chapter 762

Chapter 762

"Me?" Samuel smiled and said, "Since you are the cult, I am naturally sent by God to punish you."

Brother Wen sat down on the ground. It seemed that h e really believed Samuel's words.

Samuel was speechless. Where did these guys come from? Did they really believe in this kind of divine

theory?

Although there were many things in the world that could not be explained by science, Samuel was a

pure atheist. He did not believe that there were ghosts and gods in the world.

Walking to the front of Brother Wen, Samuel said condescendingly, "Why don't you take me to see the

blood sacrifice?"

Brother Wen nodded with a pale face and said, "I, I'll take you there right away."

Following Brother Wen to the basement, Samuel found that there was another world at the board game

shop. The blood-red light presented a strange atmosphere in the basement, but these lights were all

man-made. Therefore, in Samuel’s eyes, these guys were just deceiving themselves.

"What is your blood sacrifice?" Samuel asked.

Brother Wen took Samuel to the center of the

basement. Along the way, Samuel found that there were a lot of strange lines on the ground, which

were twisted like worms, but the points of convergence were the same.

It was a crystal box with a thing like a skull in it, but it was incomplete.

"What is this?" Samuel asked.

"It is rumored that this person is..."

Before Brother Wen could finish his words, Samuel kicked him and said, "Don't make some strange

legends for me. Just tell me where this thing came from."

"I picked it up," said Brother Wen.

Samuel couldn't help laughing. He picked up such a stupid thing, but he actually set up some cults,

which seemed to be reasonable.

"Do you do all of this for the sake of accumulating wealth, or for the sake of beauty?" Samuel asked.

"No, I just want to get more powerful strength." Brother Wen said with a pious face.

Samuel kicked Brother Wen again and said disdainfully, "Can this damn thing give you great power? I

suggest that you go to the gym and try it. The effect may be better."

"If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you," said Brother Wen.

Seeing his serious expression, Samuel was curious about how he could prove it. He said, "Hurry up. I

have to go to the appointment."

"Do you have any other tasks?" Brother Wen asked cautiously.

In the past, Samuel could still laugh. But now, he didn't even have the mood to laugh. Because he felt

that he had met a highly poisoned lunatic. In the conversation with the lunatic, he had almost become a

psycho.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't want to be beaten," Samuel said.

"Yes, yes, yes." After that, Brother Wen took out an exquisite dagger and cut his finger hard.

When the blood drops fell on the lines on the floor, Samuel found that the blood beads were rolling

toward the crystal box, which surprised him.

But thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable for him to lie and play some tricks. These lines were

probably some kind of mechanism designed by him.

When the blood bead entered the crystal box, it was once again absorbed by the skull. In addition,

Samuel discovered that there were some blood-like patterns o n the skull that were vaguely discernible.

It was extremely strang. 1

"How did you do it?" Samuel asked Brother Wen. He was sure that this was a trap designed by Brother

Wen.

"It has nothing to do with me. It can absorb by itself," Brother Wen said with a pious face.

"You still want to act with me?" Samuel sneered and pushed Brother Wen to the ground and beat him

hard.

Brother Wen kept begging for mercy, but he refused to admit that this was his doing.

Samuel wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally stopped. He was a little breathless, but Brother

Wen still gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.

"You have a tough mouth. In this case, I'll take this thing away." After saying that, Samuel picked up the

crystal box with one hand. His curiosity urged him to understand this matter. Otherwise, it would

become a n obstacles in his heart for the rest of his life.