Brother Wen's eyes were fixed, a little surprised at Han Sanqian's skill.

But they were better in numbers. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. He didn't believe that Han Sanqian could really beat everyone to the ground.

"What are you still doing in a daze, give it to me." Brother Wen said.

Following Brother Wen's order, everyone launched an offensive against Han Sanqian, but these people are not characters that can be played, and they are just better than old people who have no power to restrain chickens. For Han Sanqian, Under the fist and kick, one must fall, and it didn't take much effort at all.

After a while, everyone except Brother Wen. They all fell to the ground, and the whole board game store wailed continuously.

Brother Wen was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and the previous arrogance disappeared instantly at this moment.

"You... who the hell are you!" Brother Wen said, looking at Han Sanqian in horror.

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

Brother Wen squatted on the ground, looking at him, he seemed to really believe what Han Sanqian said.

This made Han Sanqian a little speechless. Where did these guys come from? Do they really believe in this kind of theology?

Although there are many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, Han Sanqian is a pure atheist. He does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods in this world.

Walking in front of Brother Wen, Han Sanqian said condescendingly, "Why don't you take me to see the blood sacrifice?"

Brother Wen nodded with a pale face. Said: "I, I will take you there."

Following Brother Wen to the basement, Han Sanqian discovered that there is another world in this board game shop. The blood-red lights present a strange atmosphere in the basement, but these lights are artificial, so in Han Sanqian's eyes , what these guys did was nothing more than self-deception.

"What is your blood sacrifice?" Han Sanqian asked.

Brother Wen took Han Sanqian to the center of the basement and walked all the way. Han Sanqian found that there were many strange lines on the ground, distorted like worms, but the meeting points of these lines were all the same.

It was a crystal box, and there was a skull-like thing inside, but it was not complete, it was just a fragment.

"What is this?" Han Sanqian asked.

"It is said that this is a..."

Before Brother Wen finished speaking, Han Sanqian kicked him and said, "Don't tell me all these weird legends, just tell me where you got this thing from."

"I picked it up." Brother Wen said.

Han Sanqian couldn't help but laugh, just picked up such a crap, and he actually set up some cults, and he still looked like it was serious.

"Are you doing this to make money, or for sex?" Han Sanqian asked.

"No, I'm here to get more power." Brother Wen said devoutly.

Han Sanqian kicked Brother Wen again, and said disdainfully: "This crap can give you great strength? I suggest you go to the gym and try it, maybe the effect will be better."

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

Seeing his serious expression, Han Sanqian also wondered how he could prove it. Said: "Hurry up, I have to go to the appointment."

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

Han Sanqian could laugh out loud before, but now, he doesn't even feel like laughing anymore. Because he felt that he had encountered a deeply poisoned neuropathy, and communicating with the neuropathy, he almost became a neuropathy.

"If you don't want to be beaten, stop talking nonsense." Han Sanqian said. JrNovels.com