People in Xingtie are good at hugging thighs

When Mercer came to the Prison again.

The current situation is exactly what the boss expected.

At this moment, the Youfu Wubian and the Jin people's soul-catcher had obviously discovered the abnormality in the stolen goods storage room and surrounded the place.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of any other solution, so Moser had to use the phone to call the tool man again.

Although with his own strength, even if he returned the things like this, these minions would not be able to find it at all with their means.

but...

The key to the problem now is that it cannot be explained at all!

Then the boss's coffin suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared again. Even a fool would know that there was something wrong!

However, as the call was connected, what happened next left Mercer completely stunned.

beep...

"Sorry, the user you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later..."

Listening to the busy tone coming from the communicator, the corners of Moser's mouth were twitching constantly.

There is no doubt that Jing Yuan is slacking off again.

No buddy, it’s been a few days and you are still slacking off, you are still slacking off, right? ! !

He put away the communicator silently, his big eyes rolled around a few times, and then Mercer's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration.

What has enabled me to get to where I am today? It’s all because of my broad network of contacts!

Without Zhang the butcher, I will have to eat hairy pigs? That's impossible!

The corner of his mouth curled up with an evil arc, and under the vigilance of many ghost palace warriors and golden soul-catchers, Mo Se's figure flashed.

After a few leaps, they easily arrived at the depths of the Prison.

clang clang ~

He knocked gently on the door of one of the prisons.

Squeak button~

A moment later, a familiar figure appeared in front of Mercer.

"Merser, why are you here?"

Walter gently pushed the glasses on his nose. He looked haggard, but his big eyes were shining with wisdom. He was looking at Mercer in front of him with a scrutinizing look.

There is no other reason. You have to pay a hundred times more attention to anything related to this man (Rakshasa).

Maybe the person in front of him is the fake one who is responsible for helping Luosha escape from prison!

"Tsk~ Lord Alliance Leader, you are too vigilant!"

Reaching out his hand to summon the little Taotie to show his identity, Mercer then began to ask Walter questions in a very familiar manner.

"Well, has this guy confessed?"

Hearing this, he reached out his hand again and gently raised his eyes on the bridge of his nose, and a gleam of loss flashed in Walter’s eyes.

"Although this Rakshasa cooperates with my work very well, I always feel that he seems to be deliberately hiding something."

"It's a pity that I don't have much time left, the train is about to depart..."

Boom~

"Huh? What is this?"

Looking at the large coffin that appeared out of thin air in front of him, Walter frowned slightly.

Although he admitted that he had some revengeful intentions towards Luosha, it was not to the extent of burying the person!

They are the Starry Sky Train, not the so-called Starry Sky Gang!

"Um, Mercer, aren't you a little too..."

Carefully choosing his words, Walter tried to explain something to Mercer.

However, before Walter could finish his words, Luosha, who had been calm as always in the prison, suddenly became excited after seeing this thing.

"Don't touch that thing, it's very dangerous..."

There was a gleaming green light under his feet, and the wildly growing thorns interrupted Walter's words.

"Humph~ I knew there was something you hadn't told me yet!"

Seeing this, Walter slammed the civilization staff in his hand to the ground, and a miniature black hole emerged. In just a moment, he controlled Rakshasa again.

bang~

As the prison door slammed shut, a percussion music was played inside the prison.

.......

"Still not working?"

After a long time, even Mercer felt a little tired of standing.

The symphony in the prison had just gradually stopped. Looking at Walter who had a gloomy face in front of him, Mercer asked.

"Or not!"

Hearing this, Walter shook his head in frustration, expressing his serious incomprehension of the logic of Rakshasa's behavior.

Luosha had clearly confessed his entire plan, but why was he unwilling to say what was in the coffin?

There is a conspiracy. If I am not mistaken, there is definitely a shocking conspiracy here.

Obviously, this thing was in their plan, and sooner or later it would be presented to Marshal Xianzhou...

Wait, I think I know.

Who knows, maybe this thing was prepared by them to target Marshal Xianzhou specifically.

As if he had finally sorted out his thoughts, Walter clapped his hands heavily, and at this moment he seemed a little dazed.

Mercer: "......"

'Haha, in a sense, your guess is quite accurate.'

After complaining a little in his heart speechlessly, with his hands on Walter's shoulders, Mercer finally began to show Walter the real purpose of his visit.

"My dear Master, your mental state seems very unstable now!"

"Haven't you slept for a long time?"

"Leave Luosha to me, don't worry, it's safe."

"But..."

Walter was pushed out of the prison by Mercer, but he still felt unwilling.

"No buts, how about I give you a cup of Himeko coffee to wake you up?"

Walter: “…”

"Bye! I think I really should take a break."

"I don't need to explain much about Luosha's character. I'm sure you already know him. Please be careful!"

Hearing this, the expression on Walter’s face instantly changed from unwilling to extremely obedient.

After briefly explaining things to Mercer, he ran away quickly.

"Hehe~ As expected, the lethality of Jizi coffee is obvious to all."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sly smile, and he waved at Walter's departing figure.

Moser turned around, then carried the coffin on his back, kicked open the iron door of the prison, and walked in.

"Hey! You are..."

Mercer: (°Д°)

"Well, you're still alive!"

Cautiously, he poked the Rakshasa, which Walter had intricately wrapped into a ball using his own thorns.

Moser suddenly felt that he might need to play the role of an alchemist in the Danding Division.