Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 238

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 238 Circle Mountain, the Ghost Tribe

In view of his previous experience, John had already been prepared.

Therefore, the moment the cloud of black fog came out, John launched a fierce attack. A bright green talisman condensed in his palm and slapped towards the cloud of black fog.

But at this moment.

But Angela suddenly rushed over and said, “Let me deal with it. I’m most experienced in dealing with such evil things.”

She thought she should do something since she had watched John fight for so long.

Shaking the Soul Calling Bell, she pounced on the strange black fog.

John wanted to say that it was not an ordinary evil thing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly saw the bell in Angela’s hand glowing with a dark gold light, which restricted the strange

black fog.

“Eh? Angela, it seems that there is something wrong with your Soul Calling Bell!” John said in

surprise.

He remembered that when he first saw this kind of strange black fog, even Lucifer’s Eyes couldn’t see through it, which meant that this thing was not an ordinary evil thing.

He didn’t expect it to be trapped by Angela’s bell.

Angela proudly straightened her chest and said, “Of course. Otherwise, do you think all my Demon Spirit Devices are collected for nothing? My Spirite Calling Bell is very powerful!”

“Yes, yes, you’re right. It’s so powerful. Ask the fog where it comes from.”

“Okay!”

Angela shook the bell hard, with a fierce expression on her little face. She said, “You little thing, tell me quickly. What are you? Where did you come from?”

As soon as the Spirit Calling Bell rang, the black fog immediately flew around within the dark gold light barrier, looking extremely painful.

Angela rang her bell!

“Tell me now. My arms are sore!”

Angela kept ringing her bell!

Finally.

The huge black mist shrank all of a sudden, and in the end, it turned into an incomparably terrified

face. With noses and eyes, it let out a painful voice, “Circle Mountain, the Ghost Tribe…”

Circle Mountain?

The Ghost Tribe?

After a short pause, John asked, “Where is this Circle Mountain?”

“Tell me! Oh, no…”

Angela shook the bell hard, but suddenly she screamed. Then the black mist disappeared with a bang, and the golden light quickly shrank back into the Spirit Calling Bell.

“What’s wrong?” John asked in confusion.

Angela said with embarrassment, “I used too much strength. The Spirit Calling Bell absorbed that little thing as energy.”

John was speechless.

He knew Angela wasn’t reliable.

Angela stuck out her tongue and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll ask my master. She must know where the boundary mountain is.”

“Can you find the double A now?”

“What double A?”

“Oh, it’s your master, Gianna.”