Pull out the decapitation knife.


    The foul blood with foul smell drips to the ground.


    It is like strong acid eroding the ground, with pungent and smelly smoke.


    The moment Jeff died and his soul was pulled out of his body.


    The advent of pure evil and darkness has plunged the whole death row prison into unimaginable stickiness.


    later.


    Time is at a complete standstill.


    The pain and disbelief of the exhumator before his death solidified on his ugly face.


    The dead prisoners who saw everything were frozen in place, looking frightened and full of fear.


    The guards who rushed into the corridor and the warden with cold sweat on their faces even kept their panic steps and stopped in the air.


    The lights on the top of the corridor flicker and go out from far to near.


    The spreading malice, like the evil enough to drown all the good in the world, flows into the world silently from the unpredictable other side.


    On death row.


    even to the extent that.


    The incarnation of death, the mystery of judgment, stretched out from the mourning candlestick and grabbed the hook lock of Jeff''s soul, which was also frozen in the air.


    It seems to be forcibly blocked and imprisoned in place by some extremely inviolable force.


    Suddenly.


    The first light at the end of the corridor lights up again.


    When men''s leather shoes step on the concrete floor, the unique dull sound suddenly sounds without warning.


    Cole looked around and frowned.


    Look behind you.


    A strange man.


    Is coming towards him.


    Expensive handmade suit, straight, without wrinkles.


    There was a blood dripping rose in his chest, but it was like an illusory scarlet rose.


    Shiny leather boots and straight trouser legs are spotless.


    The brown oil head is meticulous.


    Under the dim pale yellow light.


    The two made eye contact.


    This strange but extremely handsome man with deep dark eyes is like the abyss of desire.


    The next moment.


    Disappeared into Cole''s sight.


    When he appeared again, he was standing beside the body of exhumator Jeff, who had not yet landed and stopped in the air.


    He touched his face gently with his fingers, rubbed his fingertips, showed an expression of disgust, then looked up at Cole, with an elegant and beautiful voice, and smiled, "cole walker, we always seem to see each other when each other can''t expect. Wow... This is really an interesting thing.


    Isn''t it? "


    Turn around.


    He looked at the unclean things standing in front of him.


    Even if the scum that shouldn''t appear in the world turns into a dog lying next to the garbage, Cole can smell the disgusting stench and filth from hell.


    Frown.


    Light a cigarette.


    Put one hand into his pocket, bowed his head and said in a knowing tone, "when did a despicable scum soul need a big man like you to come to the world to collect it in person?"


    Stabbed to the pain.


    The greedy Martinus, like his relaxed expression when going out for an outing, changed slightly and said with a smile, "what if I don''t come in person and try to take something that doesn''t belong to him?"


    Talking room.


    He took out an old sheepskin scroll from his pocket and, like a gentleman, smiled politely at Cole and snapped his fingers.


    The power of the soul drawer of the mourning Candlestick was violently interrupted by the stronger contract of attribution judgment.


    Before being taken away, Jeff, the corpse digger, was like seeing his master''s dog and began to complain and praise to the great devil from hell.


    "Strong, handsome, omniscient..."


    Unfortunately, he hasn''t finished yet.


    Martinus''s gentle voice instantly changed to a low roar and crazy roar.


    Even the lights in the corridor flickered under the interference of evil forces.


    "Shut up! You are more useless than the waste paper in the trash can and more annoying than the flies in the toilet!"


    When the mortal soul is dragged into hell, the cry of pain is distorted and short.


    Take Jeff''s soul.


    Martinus opened his arms, retreated into the shadow under the wall and smiled, "cole walker, one day, I will let you willingly hand over your soul to me.


    Ha ha... "


    The voice fell.


    Time on death row began to flow.


    Bang.


    The dull sound of falling sounded, and the body of Jeff, the body digger, fell heavily to the ground.


    His completely gray pupils and ferocious face showed that he did not die normally.


    In the corridor.


    The warden and the guards are still shouting.


    Over Cole''s side, he rushed into the cell, pulled Jeff''s body aside and fixed him firmly to the fence with torture tools.


    In case these guys with strange means suddenly cheat the corpse.


    Compared to them.


    In the death row, there are some villains who are gifted and have dealt with the devil, although they can''t fully understand the trace of a great devil.


    But the evil force that has not yet completely dissipated.


    Tell them very clearly.


    At the moment when Jeff, the exhumator, died, something unclean that could not be called by his name came here.


    The warden walked quickly to Cole.


    At the same time, Yu Guang glanced behind Cole involuntarily.


    I don''t know when.


    The terrible huge candlestick has disappeared.


    Take a deep breath and say, "Mr. Cole, are you okay?"


    Didn''t respond to him.


    Cole took a deep breath of his cigarette and glanced across the cells on both sides.


    All the prisoners who made eye contact with him were silent and took a step back in fear.


    When crossing Haley''s cell, she glanced at Arlene, stopped and said indifferently, "don''t try to escape if you don''t want to die."


    Perhaps others would think that Haley Johnny, a beautiful woman, was locked up in a place full of ferocious people, holding her primary school apprentice.


    With tears in his eyes and panic on his face, he must be frightened.


    If you can save her at this time, she will be grateful. Maybe you can take this opportunity to walk into her heart and hold the beauty back.


    however.


    Cole knows.


    The cunning Bounty Killer will be caught. Except that the demon hunter chasing her may be a tough stubble, Arlene is caught. She doesn''t trust to follow in and find a way to get her out.


    In a sense.


    Arlene, who is also a witch.


    Apprentice to the Bounty Killer.


    The little girl who looks harmless to humans and animals and cries is equally suspicious.


    It''s almost as good for Haley to cheat innocent teenagers with the nonsense of a baker apprentice.


    ten minutes later.


    Haley and Arlene, wearing very heavy shackles and shackles, were taken by the guards to a separate cell arranged by the warden for them.


    As soon as we meet.


    The little girl, no more than sixteen years old, looked at Cole with tearful and clear eyes, as if she was frightened, her voice was weak and heartbreaking.


    "(sobbing) Mr. Cole... Mr. Cole, you''ll get us out, won''t you? Miss Haley always told me that you were her best friend."


    Haley shrugged helplessly, sighed and looked directly into Cole''s eyes. The implication was: for the sake of our friendship that night


    But Cole''s expression never changed.


    Wait until a cigarette end is thrown on the ground and stamped out.


    Sit in a chair.


    Pull the black coat.


    His ruthless face, like a gang leader negotiating with his competitors, crossed his hands, put them on the table and said, "give me a reason to get you out.


    And there''s no one else here, two. "