Spirit Boss - 103. Cain (Part 1)

Wang Xiaoming turned his head when he heard the sound. The majestic roar still echoed in the memory, but the door disappeared with the forest and the tiger, and was replaced by a whitewashed wall.

There was an oil painting on the wall—blue and green trees, hanging branches, and an imposing tiger—staring motionless and lifeless.

There was a strong sense of loss in his heart, and he said with emotion: “It seems to have had a dream.”

Barr looked at the surrounding environment. This was a hall of about two to three hundred square meters with a high ceiling and an arched shape. He thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and moved his fingers together–

There is no change around.

“This is Bloody Night Mountain.” He said firmly.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, then at his hand, and quickly reacted, “Can’t you use the domain anymore?”

“Yeah.” Bal said, “it should be the forest of disillusionment that sent us over in advance.”

“In advance? Why?”

Barr looked at the only door in the hall, “Just ask someone to ask.” Now that he has reached the Bloody Night Mountain, all he has to do now is to drag Cain out of the damn coffin!

Wang Xiaoming followed him, looked at the handle holding the door, and pulled in.

boom–

With the flow of air, the noise came from the other end like waves.

As if feeling the intrusion of a stranger, the voice suddenly stopped.

The people who were blushing with thick necks turned their heads to look at the two uninvited guests.

About a second or two of stagnation time, a surprised voice called out, “Edward? Wang Xiaoming?”

Immediately, Wang Xiaoming felt that the gaze on him became even hotter.

Barr’s eyes swept away.

It seemed that this should be a conference room, with a round conference table in the middle, and eleven kinsmen crowded out three piles clearly.

The owner of the surprised voice was Singer.

The corner of Barr’s mouth curled and said, “If I didn’t guess wrong, this should be the so-called Council of Elders.”

The word’so-called’ pierced the hearts of most of the blood races here like a sharp sword.

“Presumptuous!” An extremely ugly blood race stood up, “Do you know what you are talking about?!”

“I know.” Baltam said lightly. “If you don’t know, you can wear a hearing aid.”

“You…” The anger deepened his outline, making that ugly face even more hideous.

Singh hurriedly came out and interjected: “Okay. Edward, even though the elder of the McAwi clan is absent, you must respect the elders of other races.” Compared with before entering the playground, his tone now is a bit difficult. Described as depression and impatience, “Tell us why you are here. The time for the test is not over yet.”

“Well, you should probably ask Cain…”

“Master Cain.” Wang Xiaoming quickly helped him pick it up. From the standpoint of the insider, I feel that Barr’s arrogance is a continuation of his usual character style. But from the standpoint of the blood race, this kind of arrogance is indeed a bit… less beating.

Barr raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

Singh looked behind them, “So what about the other…bloods?”

“Failed.” Barr shrugged, his tone relaxed as if it had nothing to do with him.

Singer and the other elders looked at each other.

Singer tentatively asked: “The reason is…” He gave Michelle an order, if Edward can’t get his way, then just get rid of it. Of course, he thought that Michelle would fail. After all, even Daniel lost. He convened this meeting to obtain the approval of several other great clans. If the six generations, who are so powerful and beyond the rules of the blood clan, really come out of the forest of disillusionment, then they will join hands to completely destroy him!

But in his original expectation, even if Michelle and Andy fail, there will always be players left behind. But things are obviously like Edward’s strength, once again beyond his imagination.

Barr said impatiently: “What else is needed for failing the exam?”

Wang Xiaoming smiled dryly and added: “I have experience with this. Generally, it is either that the teacher is poorly taught, or that I don’t work hard.”

“Or the qualifications are too bad.” Barr added another.

Eleven elders: “…”

“I agree.” The ugly elder burst out such a sentence without thinking.

“I agree.”

“I agree……”

“agree.”

“…”

Nine of the elders who were still noisy voted for it all at once.

In a place where the kinship system is strict, children with personality like Barr will never be praised for being lively and cute or having personality. They would only regard him as instructable. It is not without reason that McAvey is called a lunatic and is faintly excluded from the fringe of the secret party.

“Lesley, how about you?” Singh turned his head and looked at the Vatican elder who had kept a cold eye from beginning to end.

Leslie lifted his eyelids slowly.

His face is always not good, he looks like a hairspring, as if accidentally he would not be able to catch it in one breath and die forever. But the blood clan who truly understands his identity and deeds dare not despise him.

As the first three-generation blood clan who proposed to destroy the second generation, most of the blood clan in his body were not bold, decisive and cruel.

“I…” Leslie paused, “No.”

All of his eyes were concentrated on his face…and the red lips.

Singh was stunned, “Why?” Leslie hasn’t voted for anything other than abstention for a long time. Since the second generation is dead or hidden, and Cain fell asleep, he has become the patriarch of the blood family. In order to maintain justice, he did not even vote against the Mo Party’s proposal. Today’s behavior is really abnormal.

Barr looked at Leslie and frowned, “I seem to have seen you somewhere.”

“It’s my honor.” Leslie stood up and saluted him for the first time.

There was a commotion among the other blood races.

“I want to see Cain.” Barr found that things seemed to be going better than he thought. Knowing this long ago, maybe he didn’t need to participate in the naive blood night festival at all.

“Of course.” Leslie pointed to the other door of the conference room. “Go straight from here and you will see a golden door.”

Bardon gave him a deep look, “You are very smart.”

Leslie took his seat again, with a generous attitude: “I’m just doing things according to Lord Cain’s wishes.”

The corner of Baal’s mouth raised slightly, pulling Wang Xiaoming’s side to open the door without anyone else. Before leaving, he turned his head and said to Singh: “If I were you, I would thank him.” Just now, he did have the idea of eliminating them all.

Singer’s smile that had always been on his lips disappeared, and he looked back at Leslie, “I think you owe us an explanation.”

“Who do you think can make them end the test of the Forest of Disillusionment early and come to the conference room before we vote?” Leslie sneered slightly.

“…”

The blood elder Qi Qi was stunned.

Singh said after a long while: “Who is he?” He is definitely not an ordinary six-generation blood clan. The tone Leslie spoke to him was definitely not the tone of a blood elder and junior.

Leslie closed his eyes and rested.

Wang Xiaoming and Baal walked in the long corridor.

The hanging paintings on both sides describe different landscapes. Wang Xiaoming recognized that some of them were Hell and Human Realm, and the others must be the other Seven Realms.

“Which painting is heaven?” He glanced around curiously.

Barr is numb to the fact that Wang Xiaoming is obsessed with heaven, “That one is the whitest one.”

Wang Xiaoming originally thought he was joking, but when he actually saw a painting that was almost completely white while walking, he was stunned, “Is this heaven?”

Barr glanced casually, “Probably so.”

“perhaps?”

“Perhaps this is the heaven in his mind.” An imperceptible pity flashed in Barr’s eyes.

“A blank?” Wang Xiaoming tried his best to find a less white color from a piece of white, “Oh, there is gray… dust here?”

“Is it the shadow?”

“Shadow? Where does the shadow come from if there is nothing?” Wang Xiaoming blinked.

Baldao: “Sometimes the shadow is in the heart.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at the so-called shadow carefully, “According to the shape, it seems to be the shadow of a tree.” He paused and remembered a story about two trees betting on King III, “Could it be that Lord Cain’s biggest dream is to be reborn in his next life? A tree?”

Barr said blankly, “He has no such opportunity.”

Wang Xiaoming groaned: “I think I know why he likes to sleep so much.”

“…” Barr followed Wang Xiaoming’s thinking and came up with the answer——

Because I was busy going to be a tree in my dream.

The golden door appeared at the end of the corridor.

The smooth door panels reflected dazzling light under the light of the corridor.

Wang Xiaoming narrowed his eyes, looked at the vague reflection of himself and Baal on the door, and suddenly shouted, “Ah!”

“What’s wrong?”

“My hair is messed up.” He pulled up his hair.

Barr: “…”

“Is my hair messed up just now or messed up now?” Wang Xiaoming asked nervously.

Baldao: “Didn’t your hair be like this since I knew you?”

“No.” Wang Xiaoming’s face almost stuck to the door, “Look, it’s up here.”

Barr said badly: “Why do you always like to sleep on your side.”

Wang Xiaoming said annoyed: “I must have humiliated human beings just now.” All the elders of the blood clan in the conference room. The effect is like a kin who lacks teeth and hasn’t filled up to make a high-profile appearance at the United Nations General Assembly.

Barr saw that Wang Xiaoming’s face was so embarrassed that he could no longer be embarrassed, and comforted: “Don’t worry, this is the last time.”

Wang Xiaoming looked up pitifully.

“The face of the blood race will be lost next time.” Therefore, in line with the principle of family ugliness not to be publicized, the blood race will not be promoted-most internally.

Wang Xiaoming: “…”

The door loosened, and tremblingly opened.

Wang Xiaoming stretched his head in curiously, but grabbed Barr into his arms.

“I’m very curious about the look of Lord Cain.” He whispered.

Baldao: “It is certain that he has two fangs and is not a vegetarian.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Because I love trees, so do I take care of plants?”

Barr: “…”

“No, because I live by absorbing nutrients from the soil.” A slightly teasing voice sounded.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, and then whispered softly for a long time: “Master Cain?”

“Please come in.” There was a faint smile in his voice.