sinovels Chapter 347 Angel of Death, Sheila
Chapter 347 Angel of Death, Sheila
Chapter 347 Angel of Death, Sheila
South China Sea, Zero Antique Shop.
Xie Ya was squatting listlessly at the shop entrance, the light from his phone screen reflecting on his face. Several alluring young girls were dancing in a video. He watched intently, drool almost dripping from the corner of his mouth, and occasionally letting out a lewd chuckle.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the evil crow frowned and looked across the street.
A woman with a graceful figure, dressed in a long black robe, was hurrying towards them.
"I could smell your stench from a mile away."
Xie Ya frowned, put his phone away, and tucked it back into his pocket.
He had never liked succubi, let alone the one who came was Lilith, the progenitor of succubi.
Upon seeing the evil crow, Lilith's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, saying, "It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here."
The raven stared at her warily, leaning back slightly: "You're not thinking of having me juice you, are you? Let me tell you, no way."
Lilith spat and said urgently, "I don't have time for jokes!"
Her expression turned serious, and her tone became grave: "The witches are in danger!"
Evil Raven frowned even more deeply: "Jin Meiting?"
Lilith nodded repeatedly, speaking rapidly: "Satan has entangled Twilight in Atlantis, his real purpose being to send people to abduct them to Hell!"
The crow's mind raced, and in an instant, it pieced together the cause and effect.
His eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out a phrase: "Grandmother's Book?"
Grandmother's Book, that was Constantine's most prized possession.
The exorcism techniques described in the book allow mortals to summon hellish creatures directly to the human world.
Satan is trying to manipulate the witches to bring the army of hell to the human world!
The evil raven narrowed its eyes, pondered for a moment, then chuckled: "Impossible. If Satan sent a demon king to earth, I would definitely be aware of it."
If it's a demigod below the Demon King level or a low-level being, the witches can handle it themselves.
There was something he didn't say.
The witches went to the Lesser Spirit Prison, where the jailers were all humans possessed by demons controlled by the Bell of Blasphemy.
The Grandmother's Book mainly records magic related to hell, and the witches went there to understand the book more directly.
Being in a place like the Lesser Spirit Prison, a mere demigod-level demon is no match for them.
Lilith stamped her feet in frustration: "What if Sheila makes the move?"
Can you guarantee you can sense his presence?
Don't forget, that was an assassin created by the Western God himself!
The crow was stunned for a moment, then retorted, "What are you talking about?"
Isn't Sheila guarding the Leviathan whale?
How could he possibly have the time to come down to earth?
As soon as he spoke, he choked on his words, his face darkening as he murmured, "Unless Hell has decided to fight to the death and doesn't even want its old lair anymore."
This sounds like something only a madman like Satan would do.
He abruptly raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife as he scrutinized Lilith: "Why are you telling me all this?"
Lilith quickly raised the violet ring on her little finger and said urgently, "My soul is in Twilight's hands, what else do you have to doubt?"
After pondering for a long time, Xie Ya finally snorted coldly: "Being greedy for life and afraid of death is indeed your nature."
He stared at Lilith and asked again, "Aren't you afraid of being punished by Satan after tipping them off?"
Lilith's eyes dimmed, and her voice trembled slightly: "I'm afraid. If that day ever comes, I only beg Lord Evil Raven to put in a good word for me with the Master, and beg him to save me."
Without another word, Xie Ya transformed into a streak of white light, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, and shot straight toward Changbai Mountain's Tianchi Lake.
The night was as dark as ink, pressing heavily on Changbai Mountain.
A thin young man with long, messy hair and clothes that made him look like a beggar was wandering aimlessly through the mountains and forests.
He appeared dazed, muttering nervously, "Where is it? Where is it?"
He looked down at the map in his hand, frowning as he pondered.
The map was a hand-drawn manuscript by Lilith, who was in charge of gathering intelligence in the human world. It accurately marked the location of the Lesser Spirit Prison.
He knew those witches were there, and he also knew that Little Spirit Prison was hidden near Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain.
But he couldn't read a map; he was a complete klutz when it came to directions.
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"North, where is north? -- I think I'm lost."
The skinny young man scratched his messy hair, looked up at the starry sky above, and said, "Right, find the Big Dipper. Hmm, what does the Big Dipper look like again?"
This thin young man is none other than the Angel of Death, Sheila.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, tilting his head as he pondered deeply.
The Little Prison seems to be an organization that punishes sinners. If I become a sinner, will it come looking for me?
Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly heard footsteps beside me.
Sheila looked in the direction of the sound and saw two men wearing thick cotton-padded coats carrying a badly injured and unconscious tiger towards them.
He tilted his head.
According to human law, these two people are poachers.
Would killing them be considered a sin?
If you don't know or can't figure it out, why not give it a try?
Sheila stood up, walked straight out of the jungle, and stared intently at the two poachers.
The two men instantly became alert, swiftly pulling guns from their pockets and pointing the dark muzzles at Sheila.
They lowered their voices and began to speak quickly.
"Oh no, is it the cops?"
"Your cop dresses like that? And he's a foreigner."
"What do we do? He saw us!"
"One shot, and the body'll be completely devoured by wolves by tomorrow morning. Who'll find it?"
The two exchanged a glance and quickly made up their minds.
The leader smirked, his gun pointed steadily at Sheila's head: "Kid, you win—"
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Sheila didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.
He waved his hand lightly, and a streak of gray light silently swept past.
The souls of the two poachers vanished instantly, their bodies collapsing limply to the ground, the murderous glint in their eyes still lingering.
Sheila stepped forward, knelt down, and patted the two faces that still retained warmth, muttering softly, "Did killing two villains count as violating the rules of the Lesser Spirit Prison's punishment system?"
As he muttered to himself, he casually untied the rope binding the tiger.
The tiger regained its freedom, but was tormented by its injuries and became listless. It raised its head and looked at Sheila, its beastly eyes revealing a plea for help.
Sheila scratched her ear and said nonchalantly, "Then I'll heal your injury while I'm at it."
He waved again.
A gentle light shone down, and the tiger's hideous wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the old ailments that had accumulated over many years disappeared completely.
The tiger stood up with delight and affectionately stuck out its tongue to lick Sheila's cheek.
Sheila trembled from the licking, giggling, "Stop it, stop it, it tickles!"
Just then, a sharp shout, like a thunderclap, rang out: "He who kills, shall be killed by men!"
Sheila turned around and saw two guards from the Lesser Spirit Prison staring at him with grim expressions.
He blinked and muttered under his breath, "So fast? This Little Spirit Prison is too hypocritical. It only allows people to kill tigers, but not evil people."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the tiger's head.
The tiger instantly lost its life, its soul shattered by his finger, and its massive body crashed to the ground.
He enjoys killing.
Curing it and letting it go are two completely different things.
Having done all this, Sheila obediently raised her hands, a harmless smile on her face. "I confess. Take me to the Lesser Hell."
The two jailers, expressionless, lifted Sheila up and dragged her towards the small prison, one on each side.
They didn't even realize how incredible it was that this person could kill a tiger with a single finger.
Or perhaps it's because they can do it themselves; years of service and working without rest have dulled their minds, leaving only the instinct to carry out orders.