Chapter 897: Bayu's Lair

Bayu was really unlucky recently, he met the most dreaded opponent in his life. ;Originally, he thought that he could live freely in the United States, but he still felt that he was wrong, very wrong. The man who appeared out of nowhere—a typical Westerner had such great strength. Unexpected.

In the first fight, he felt that it was a lose-lose situation, and in fact it was true. He injured the man named Miles Simon with the head drop technique, but he was also defeated by Miles Simon. seriously injured. Neither of them could please them, but luckily he still held the soul of that woman, and that Miles was aiming at this woman's soul, the soul of a woman named Nancy Vergara.

As long as he holds this woman's soul, he can make that bastard admit defeat, and maybe he can use it for himself. What surprised him was that the energy of this Westerner named Miles actually had the breath of Chinese Taoism in it, with obvious Taoist methods of luck.

Is there a more powerful Chinese Taoist here? Bayu licks his wounds in his own home. It was more of a basement than his home. A relatively spacious basement. This basement is built under a lake area in the outskirts of New York. It is very secretive. It is difficult for ordinary people to notice that there is actually a basement under this lake area. In order to build this basement, he spent more than seven million dollars, and those workers who built the basement for him died one after another before long, and now there is no one left!

To build the basement at the bottom of the lake, he hired more than twenty workers. And these twenty workers were recruited from all over the United States, recruited online, and lured them here with high-tech water. Then gather together to build. Obviously, after the construction, these people went their separate ways and returned to their respective places. No one cares about the death of one person in each place, and their deaths seem to be caused by their own physical diseases, so there is no To arouse anyone's suspicion, even if there is any doubt. The police will not file a case.

This is his most secret place, so he is escaping now after being injured, not in the luxurious villas provided for him by those rich people. But in this carefully constructed place. Only by hiding here can he feel that he is safe and has no worries.

Lifting off a piece of turf in the woods by the lake, an entrance was revealed. He dragged his disabled body and hid in. Then the turf automatically covered the opening of the hole. From the outside, no one noticed the strangeness of the turf, and the turf was covered with a thick layer of soil as deep as three or four meters, even if someone mowed the grass Go, and you won't find the entrance under the soil. Besides, no one has ever been here.

The basement is very modern and comfortable, the bedroom is very large. There are soft beds. If you only look at the interior, it is completely the layout of a mansion. Except for a few rooms. There is also a fully equipped bathroom, a large living room, a kitchen, etc., and of course the prison he prepared.

The prison is located on the lowest floor, and you can go straight to the prison from the hall.

There are several iron cages, various instruments of torture beside it, and even an execution platform, a sink for flushing with lake water, etc. He is most proud of this complete set of facilities. Because he usually takes the guy the rich guy told him to kill and brings him here to torture. He liked the sound of those people screaming, and tortured them to death. After death, he saw their souls collected and used to temper his head-bending technique. The corpse will sink to the bottom of the lake through the secret door, and then be eaten clean by the fish at the bottom of the lake.

"Myers, you bastard!" He submerged his whole body into the water in the bathtub, and the water was immediately dyed red. He couldn't help grinning, it still hurt a little, he looked at his body Under the ribs, it was as hideous and terrifying as if a piece of flesh had been torn apart by something.

"Ah—" He let out a terrifying howl from the bathtub, then stood up suddenly, and suddenly there was a scorpion in his hand. He put the scorpion on his wound, and the scorpion seemed to smell something As delicious as it was, he bit down on his flesh. Biting and biting, the scorpion swung suddenly and stopped moving. Its venom was sucked clean by Bayu.

The body of the dead scorpion popped out of the wound, his eyes were closed suddenly, and his whole body was shaking non-stop, as if a miracle had happened, the wound was slowly healing, but it was only the effort of a cigarette, at least from the trauma. Look, except for a not-so-obvious scratch, basically there is no bloody trace.

"I wasted a Gu worm." Bayu gritted his teeth and said, "If you get hit by my head lowering technique, just wait to die." Even so, he still gasped in pain.

When he came out of the bathroom, he put on a bathrobe, tied his belt loosely, and walked into his room, reaching out for a glass bottle on a huge shelf. In this glass bottle, ordinary people can't see anything, it is an empty bottle. But the soul is imprisoned there.

A woman's soul is Nancy Vergara's soul. In Bayu's serious situation, Nancy Vergara was already dying and locked in this small glass bottle. The mouth of the bottle is the seal of his head drop technique. Nancy wanted to escape, but in Bayu's view, it was simply impossible, without the help of outsiders.

"You devil, let me go!" Nancy felt that she was being lifted into the air, and she saw that the old man was looking at her with a glass bottle, as if admiring the Gu worms she had raised in his eyes. With an obsessive smile, in Nancy's eyes, this smile is like a sharp sword stabbing her.

"Nancy? Vergara, haha. You are the most valuable soul I have captured. Using your soul to temper my head-bending technique will definitely improve me further, so...don't worry, I will refine you sooner or later." Bayu laughed, "You say I'm a devil, so why aren't you a devil yourself? Are you kinder than me? Haha——" He laughed and accidentally got involved The wound, and immediately the place seeped blood again. His injury was much more serious than he expected. This made him couldn't help cursing, put down the bottle, and then took out another poisonous insect.

Nancy Vergara felt disgusted when Bayu sucked the venom of poisonous insects with her wounds, Nancy Vergara turned her head and tried not to look at this perverted old man. She regretted it a little. She shouldn't be so willful, after killing Diego Farrell, she should have left immediately, but she still chose to stay, and wanted to continue to investigate the people behind Diego Farrell, and finally met This perverted old man.

She really wanted to know how the old man was injured. She knew that the old man was very powerful, and he used a kind of sorcery. She also knew that there were some people who were more powerful than herself, but there was no one in this world who could hurt the old man. Absolutely not much. Among them is one I know, that is Zhen, yes, Zhen is much better than this old man. This is what she thinks. But obviously, this injury must not have been caused by Zhen Fan.

If it was Zhen Fan, it would be impossible for this old man to come back alive. Because Zhen Fan is much stronger than this old man, there is only one person who can hurt him, and that is Shia Preskin. He is the master of the soul called Sasha Elba. His strength is also very strong.

But she couldn't believe it. Although she knew that Shia Preskin had changed his name to Miles Simon, and even knew that he had changed his appearance with Zhen Fan's help, and that he had followed Zhen Fan to learn Taoism and Chinese medicine. Moreover, he also did himself a big favor by taking away Diego Farrell's magical cross, allowing him to easily kill Diego Farrell. But she still didn't think Miles could come to her rescue.

In fact, just as Bayu expected, after Miles Simon received the head-down technique, he always felt that something was moving around in his body, ready to break out anytime, anywhere. He knew what would happen once the thing in his body broke out, and he also knew what would happen if that thing ran around in his body. So he desperately used Taoist spirit to suppress this thing in his body.

At last, his Taoist spirit has achieved something, and he temporarily suppressed that thing to prevent it from moving around in his body. But he couldn't guarantee whether he could suppress it for a long time, because after suppressing it for a period of time, he felt that his Taoist spirit was unsustainable, and that thing wanted to move around in his body several times. Even Miles felt that the thing might think that his internal organs were the supreme delicacy, and then wanted to eat a big meal in his body.

If his internal organs were eaten by this ghost, then... he would have to wait to die. No one can live without viscera, never has. At least he thought so. So now he is suffering in a dilapidated, dilapidated wooden house on the outskirts of New York.

It seems that he was still tricked. Even though he was very careful, the old man still had a chance to cast his sorcery. He didn't know the head drop technique, so he thought it was a sorcery. If your own strength is much stronger than him, you will not be recruited. He lay his body helplessly on an old reclining chair, and kept panting, trying his best to use the only Taoist true energy to suppress the thing that was about to move.

"It seems that your life is not going well!" Suddenly a voice came through the door. The voice was very gentle and familiar, so familiar that Miles Simon wanted to jump up excitedly when he heard it. If it was Zhen who came, then he would be saved, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

"Master—" He stood up, and then looked at the figure at the door. In the sunlight, that figure blocked the sunlight, making his face look a little dark, but it was definitely the face he was familiar with.

"There is a bug in your body, you'd better not move around!" The shadow suddenly laughed, and then said something, which made Miles dare not act rashly. (To be continued..)