After the harrowing experience, under John's command, Liv used her own blood to activate the map of Georgia.
After finishing this, Moro and Liv toured all the rooms in the safe house. During this time, Moro also killed a few useless, barking evil spirits, successfully earning one thousand experience points and one hundred skill points.
Combined with his own cultivation speed, the time to break through to the fifth rank had been greatly shortened!
Thus, Moro and Liv spent a memorable night in a sea-view room in the safe house, and then returned to Los Angeles together.
After all, Moro's sports car, as well as Liv's mother and her job, were all in Los Angeles, so they had to go back.
As for John? This guy started his new demon hunting journey after activating the map.
Moro simply didn't let John participate too much in the events that happened in the original TV series, so John was very enthusiastic about demon hunting, mainly because John needed to accumulate merit to go to heaven and money for dating and drinking.
Without that thankless task, where he had to take the blame, John was much more carefree than his friends!
However, because John didn't participate, the leader of that exorcism was changed from John to his ex-girlfriend, the nun Anne-Marie Flynn, but the exorcism ritual ultimately failed.
Because of this exorcism, Nigel Leviathan, the prince of Hell, successfully targeted Anne!
However, as a nun of God, Anne was not directly dragged into hell by Nigel. Instead, she successfully returned to Mexico under the protection of the church and continued to be a nun.
Those who participated in the exorcism were mostly the same as in the TV series, most of them became listless, even John was depressed for a while!
As for why John didn't ask Moro to go with him for the exorcism, it was because John knew that his brother said he didn't discriminate against any race, but in his heart, he actually looked down upon even white people, let alone black people.
Of course, this didn't apply to white beauties who came knocking on his door. After all, his brother was a lecherous bastard, just like him!
Rather than putting his brother in a difficult position, he simply didn't mention it.
In fact, if John had asked him, Moro would have intervened. Not to mention anything else, just because John was there, he had to intervene. What if John, the unlucky fellow, was dragged into hell by Nigel?
After all, Satan was still waiting for John's soul in hell!
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A week later, downtown Los Angeles.
It was officially autumn, and the weather here began to cool down, but the young ladies on the street were still wearing stockings with shorts, or directly wearing short skirts and shorts, showing off their smooth long legs. Aside from the occasional appearance of hairy legs which were a bit eye-catching, everything else was pretty good!
After all, this wasn't the magical era yet, people here still couldn't see those who were so free that they didn't even wear clothes!
Moro, who had been accompanying Liv in Los Angeles for a week, was now wiping the tears from Liv's eyes, constantly comforting her.
“It's okay, I'm not not coming again. Your aunt just doesn't know what will happen in the future, so she asks you to keep your job at the bank.
Besides, the job is so relaxing anyway. You can come to Washington to see me whenever you have time off.
And your husband can fly, so when you miss me, I'll just fly over to see you...…”
After Moro's comfort, Liv finally recovered from her sadness. Then, with red eyes, she directly punched Moro.
“Although you're leaving tomorrow, I'm at least going to get what's mine for this month!”
Liv's tone was strong, and her hands weren't idle. Moro could only accept it, both in pain and joy.
The next day at noon, sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the room.
Moro got up, looked at Liv, who was still asleep, bent down and kissed her forehead, then cast a simple recovery magic to eliminate the discomfort from her body, and then left Liv's rental house.
Moro was also someone who was not good at parting. It would be better to leave now than to be reluctant to leave each other later.
He had already done everything he needed to do yesterday.
After deciding to leave, he used Voci's broken horn, along with some mithril and holy water, to refine a blue lightning bracelet for Liv.
The lightning barrier released by this bracelet was enough to withstand the full force of a fifth-rank creature. The lightning released at full power could seriously injure a fourth-rank creature, and it could easily kill a third-rank creature. The power of lightning was simply that domineering!
The way to replenish its energy was simple: If the bracelet was placed in a place with electricity, it would autonomously absorb electrical energy to replenish its consumption.
In the rental house, after Moro left, Liv opened her eyes. She had been holding back from sleeping all along, only in this way could she spend more time with her lover.
Although she already knew about Moro's other girlfriends, she believed that she would ultimately be the one at the top. Thinking of this, Liv touched the bracelet on her wrist and the True Sight Eye on her neck, which had been disguised.
After confirming her goal, Liv set a goal for herself in her heart. She would not have children until she reached the seventh rank, so as not to hinder her pursuit of Moro!
Thinking about this, Liv was finally satisfied, with a smile on her lips, she fell into a deep sleep.
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At night, the moonlight illuminated the earth like daylight, the starry sky above was dazzling and magnificent.
It's just that I don't know if there are any strange things hidden in this starlight!
Moro drove his silver Bentley GT all the way, speeding through Arizona and reaching the border between New Mexico and Mexico.
This is a paradise for criminals, a graveyard for the good. Every year, the number of civilians who die here is several times higher than in other states. Because of this, the state police here are unwilling to engage in large-scale confrontations with the criminals here.
It's not that they can't defeat them, but they have insiders within, and even some people in high positions are the protective umbrellas of those criminals who have paid their dues.
Under such circumstances, who would want to risk their lives to do such a thankless job?
However, none of this mattered to Moro. He didn't care about the lives of American people. As long as they didn't mess with him, he wouldn't bother to deal with those rotten people!
The roar of the car echoed on the wide desert highway, even if there were any unlucky people who wanted to stop the car and rob him, Moro would mercilessly send them to meet Satan with a fireball!
Around midnight.
After driving at full speed for so long, even this Bentley, which had been processed by Moro's alchemy, had still run out of its remaining gasoline. Now it could only rely on Moro's infusion of spiritual energy to continue moving slowly.
After driving for nearly half an hour, Moro saw an intersection of three major highways.
These three highways were the cross-border highway from New Mexico to Mexico, one was the highway Moro was currently driving on, leading to Texas, and the other was the cross-state highway from Monterey to Vancouver.
These three highways, used for transportation, were the three main routes that most truck drivers liked to take. They were also the main consumer groups on these three routes, followed by some desperate criminals who had committed crimes.
However, because of these people, a number of container-built motels, along with some small restaurants and border bars, had sprung up in the empty space at the intersection of these three main roads.
You could see that between the containers, there were many women, dressed in revealing clothing and with heavy makeup, trying to attract customers, while those men who were drinking, eating, boasting and bragging, were picking and choosing among the many women.
After all, they were also men and needed to vent their frustrations. However, considering how much money they could make from this shipment, they could only choose those who weren't particularly expensive, but that was enough!
Aside from these motels, the most striking thing here was the large bar built on the edge of the slope to the north.
However, Moro only glanced at it, then drove into the place. He found a gas station in one of the many motels and filled up his tank.
Soon, a white man, about six feet tall, with a strong build and a fierce look, walked out from the motel.
He just watched Moro fill his car with gas, without saying a word.
After about six or seven minutes, Moro felt it was about enough and put the gas nozzle back in place. Then the motel owner spoke.
“Buddy, that's quite a bit of gas you're putting in. I won't rip you off. One hundred and fifty dollars will do. After all, transporting the gas here costs quite a bit of money!”
Looking at the fierce-looking boss opposite him, Moro thought that the other party was going to rip him off, but unexpectedly, the price he asked for was only ten or twenty dollars more expensive than in the city.
“I didn't expect you to be so honest, boss!”
Moro took two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the boss.
Taking the money, the motel owner shook his head with a smile. He took out the money and explained.
“It's not that I'm honest, it's just that there are too many people who don't care about their lives in this place. Don't look at me and think I'm a tough guy. I'm actually afraid that one day, the price of gas will be so high that some desperate guy will just shoot me.
I'll have money to earn but no life to spend it on. I'm not that kind of fool!”
‘Hey, this boss is a wise man!’ Moro thought to himself.
It was the first time he had seen such a wise American. You know, most of these guys are the boss's second in command, they don't have the intelligence of this boss in front of him.
“You're still the one who knows how to live, boss!”
Moro reached out to take the fifty-dollar change the other party handed him, then gave him a thumbs-up and handed him another twenty dollars.
“Consider this twenty as a tip!”
“Oh, god, brother, you're too kind.” The boss took the twenty dollars and kissed it on the edge, then said.
“Brother, you're so polite, I'm not a stingy person.
Come closer, I'll tell you a secret about this place!”
Moro, seeing that the boss was being mysterious, didn't think much of it. Anyway, his strength was right there. If it was a normal person, even if he stood there and resisted for a whole day, he'd be fine. So he walked two steps forward and put his ear next to the boss's side.
Seeing this, the boss didn't beat around the bush. He put away the dollar bills and carefully lowered his voice and said.