Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 370 Who Is Zion

Zion refused to write any more.

He couldn’t control his hand, and as soon as he tried hard, he swiped a sum to the side.

The man frowned and took out a piece of paper: “Rewrite.”

Zion began to write again: Zi …

I don’t know why, but I just can’t write it out.

Zion is in a hurry, if you can’t write it, then you can’t leave here?

Do you mean you will die?

In this way, Zion wrote his name over and over again in the dark, always writing down at the last stroke.

He didn’t know how he was able to see that person and that piece of paper, he only knew that he wrote his name over and over again, gradually lost consciousness, and wrote his name mechanically.

Suddenly there was a bang, the darkness in front of him/broke, and that person disappeared, Zion looked at the blankness in front of him in astonishment.

There was a light in the distance, and he looked for the light and ran all the way forward, running past some rural dirt houses and places like markets./

The buildings in these places are no different from the human world, the difference is that there is no one.

At last he came to a gate so high that it seemed to reach into the clouds.

He pushed it hard, and there was an empty hall inside the door, and Zion subconsciously stepped in…

On both sides of the main hall, there were all kinds of demons, their faces were ferocious, and their eyes seemed to be alive, staring at him closely.

Zion was afraid, so he hurriedly continued to walk inside. The sculpture standing next to him was King of Ghost, with red hair and fangs, holding the demon bell in his hand.

Zion didn’t know why he could recognize these things, and quickly ran inside again-as if he couldn’t retreat after entering this door, he didn’t have the slightest thought of going back and exiting.

of the King of Ghost, the two wandered around the world to monitor everyone’s behavior .

the two of them are fierce gods, and anyone who dares to rush

all the way, and all he saw were immobile sculptures, only those eyes stared at him like

front and saw clearly the plaque hanging

was stunned, The

Hell is huge, as

sitting on the

Zion’s eyes widened: “Susie?”

ran over quickly, shouting,

W 488 vouche

him from taking half a step forward, and

her hand, Zion

up something underneath and

way, remember to take

him hard on the

wake up, I’m

opened his eyes

suddenly poured into his ears, the sounds of patients’ family members

station in the

asked blankly, “I’m not

just that my

corner of

with guilt,

to the ward. It was a little dark outside the window, giving people a

blankly, “Is my brain still

touched his head: “Yes,

soft and warm little hands, and immediately felt

and said weakly: “I feel

comforted: “Don’t worry, your head is

asked: “Is it

him an affirmative answer: “It’s not flat,

Zion: “That’s good.”

to their conversation, everyone was speechless for

you can still lie here, that is, you are