Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 358 348. Hell’s intermediary, monk’s return

Eternal youth and beauty.

Julia, who was so excited in the utility room, could hardly help but kiss the man in front of her who exuded the scent of blood. Suddenly, her eyes blurred, and a strange man in a black suit suddenly appeared in front of the opposite wall.

But the windows and doors were closed, and he seemed to come from the void silently, breaking into Julia's affair, "There is someone!"

"Who!" Frank turned around nervously. The man had arrived less than twenty centimeters in front of him. His palm struck his shoulder like lightning. Frank immediately felt his heart being hit hard, and his heartbeat accelerated several times. The severe pain and weakness caused him to kneel forward on the ground, his cheeks touching the man's leather shoes, and he squirmed with a painful groan, as if he was licking the man's boots.

And Julia took two steps back, with her back against the door, and opened her mouth to cry out for help. An invisible force locked her tongue, throat, and everywhere in her body. She was stuck in place like a stick. On the ground, he watched the strange man look at the two of them with an extremely terrifying look, just like a butcher looking at the pigs and sheep tied to restraints.

"Frank Cotton, the curser who escaped from hell." Dean reached out and dipped a drop of Frank's blood into his hand, activating the licking memory. "Your brother Larry's blood saved your life, but you want to harm him. ?”

Dean waved again, and the dark wooden floor of the room instantly broke open, and a piece of seance flew into his palm, and was then taken into the fantasy space.

"Has your human side been left in hell forever?"

Frank raised his head tremblingly and looked at Dean imploringly, but the tightness in his chest, dizziness and other painful experiences beyond the limit made him speechless.

"Who are you? What do you want to know?"

"You have no right to bargain." Dean clenched his fist again, and the latter instantly covered his chest and rolled on the floor. His body hanging with skin and muscles covered the floor with blood.

"Hell agent?"

Shadow absorbs the soul essence, Shadow lv5 (340→341/700).

"I'm not sure, it's just my feeling. Hell is spinning and floating gently, and occasionally it will emit some colorful and strange light. The light shines through the floor below. I saw the darkness below hell that I can't even touch. , there is something more terrifying than the monks of hell hidden in the darkness, just a glance at it makes me scared to death."

"I'll give you a chance, answer the question honestly, and I'll let you leave as soon as possible, otherwise you will experience a torture more painful than hell. Understand?" Dean slightly withdrew some of the disease from the other party, and Frank took a long breath, covered in blood and sweat. He lay limp on the ground, with a vivid expression of horror on his bloody face.

"I'm asking you questions. If you say anything more, your life will be worse than death."

Shadow lv5(341→342/700)
On the second floor of this villa, the utility room where the bloodthirsty curse man and the femme fatale were hidden has regained its tranquility.

Although the disease released by the Disease Box can only weaken 15% of all attributes, the severe effect of the accompanying "heart attack" completely took away the power of resistance of his extraordinary body.

"Somewhere in Southeast Asia...hiss...I spent all my savings to buy this box from a man..." Frank lay on the ground and hurriedly explained with a twisted face, as if he was worried that he would continue to torture him if he spoke too slowly, "I entered Hell has just woken up, that man is not an ordinary person, he is a kind of Leviathan intermediary of hell.”

"When I was being escorted, I passed through a labyrinth where monks live; a thinking cage similar to a glass ball that traps many anxious souls... I don't know anything else... Please don't torture me anymore."

Dean frowned, only understanding that Leviathan Hell was constantly moving, and that there was something underneath? "anything else?"

Dean clenched his fist, and the woman's body was shattered into minced meat and burned to ashes.

Frank suddenly let out a high-pitched wail, and multiple diseases broke out in his body at the same time. Under the strong stimulation, his body swelled up like an inflated balloon, and then exploded into a ball of meat with a "pop" sound.

Dean nodded, so hell intermediaries are equivalent to Leviathan's followers and spies in the human world.

"Don't... hiss... there are many people or supernatural creatures in the world who are willing to work for hell out of desire or belief. They are responsible for managing the mourning boxes in the world and passing the boxes to those who have pain and soul potential. Lure them into opening the box and suffering in hell...like me."

Then he looked at Julia, whose back was against the door. Julia's eyes were full of pleading, but all he saw was coldness.

"No! Frank, you can't do this to me!" Julia shouted silently in horror. Is this still the lover who tempted her to betray her husband and kept saying that she wanted to stay with her forever?
But Dean just shook his head, "I can only give you deathly silence."

Dean imagined it and felt a chill.

"What do you mean, hell is a spindle-shaped space?"

The spurting meat sauce and the translucent wailing soul were all burned to ashes.

When Julia next to her heard this, she felt like a hole was opened in her head, and nightmarish spells and wails flew in, making her soul tremble in the black ocean.

Dean picked up the Rubik's Cube on the ground, "Where did you get the Mourning Box?"

"I felt like the whole hell was shaking all the time..." Frank recalled, his eyes starting to wander. "In hell, it was like I was sitting in a spindle-shaped submarine... floating in some kind of viscous liquid."

Dean felt a little regretful that a curse disciple could only provide 1 point of soul essence? But the disease was more powerful than he imagined.

Frank huddled up, seemed to be delirious, and began to speak incoherently.

too weak.

pat.

"You and your beloved Frank will stay together in the eternal nothingness."

"No more," Frank pleaded, turning to look at Julia who was pinned at the door, "spare my life, I will give her to you, you can enjoy this woman to your heart's content."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Frank's eyes, "Spare my life... I just said..."

Frank shook his head desperately, "I don't have enough pain potential, so I don't have that qualification, but I happened to witness His transformation process of new souls... He stretched out his tentacles covered with bright red muscle tissue and intertwined fangs, wrapping the chosen one. The green liquid is injected into the top of the head...to transform people into hell monks."

The intuition developed after being tortured in hell for a month told him that this man was more terrifying and difficult to deal with than the hell monks he had seen.

"What else? Tell me everything you know!"

Frank struggled silently for a moment before saying fearfully,
"I opened the box, and my original body was torn into pieces by chains, and my soul was taken to hell by the hell monks. I was given a mutilated body again, imprisoned in a 'personal hell', and constantly transformed into physical illusions Torture, provide pain to hell.”

The blood memory proved that the other party was not lying, and Dean couldn't help but look disappointed. He had already learned about these contents from William and his son.

The red fire swept across.

"Stop! I said, I said!"

Dean continued, "What's in hell but personal hell?"

Dean lowered his voice, "Have you seen Him (Leviathan)?"

"What have you seen and experienced since you entered hell?"

Dean rubbed the mourning box in his hand, digesting Frank's description of hell in his mind.

Not long after, there was a sudden clang from behind, and the window was knocked open.

A homeless man wearing a dirty coat, with greasy, sticky hair and beard rushed up to Dean ghostly and reached out to touch the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

But how could he be faster than Dean?
Dean raised his right hand like lightning and grabbed the homeless man's neck. He lifted him into the air and looked at him with lightning eyes, "Who are you? Where did you come from to steal my things?"

The homeless man's eyes were filled with crazy bloodshot eyes and cold fear, "I am an intermediary, and I am responsible for managing the mystery box. The owner of this box has completely disappeared, and a new owner must be found. But it cannot be someone who already owns a box. Man. Give it to me and get things back on track."

Dean immediately realized that there was a mystery box lying in his fantasy space, but this guy could actually feel it?

"Should I say no?"

"Bear the wrath of hell!" The tramp roared in a hoarse voice. The dirty coat around him suddenly burst open, and his dark body underwent a terrifying change in an instant - turning into a head of white bones in front of Dean. , a small bone dragon with fluttering membranous wings, a mouth full of fangs, and two horns on its head.

Roar!

The bone dragon opened its mouth and spit out a large piece of orange flame, wrapped around Dean's body and burned the suit to ashes, then suddenly burst out with terrifying force to break free of Dean's right hand, lowered his head and bit the Rubik's Cube, turned around and flew out of the window. .

It was so fast that it was like a ray of light.

Dean's body, which was burned by the flames and was smoldering, shot out with electricity, and he raised his hand to devour the space.

A pitch-black space opened in the light blue sky, like the open mouth of an abyss beast, instantly swallowing up the fleeing Bone Dragon's body from the head down, swallowing it until only its head was left.

But without its body, a burst of flames spurted out from behind its head, and its speed increased sharply. It held the Rubik's Cube in its mouth and teleported away into the sky.

Dean fell under a pine tree, stared at the direction in which it faded, and shook his shoulders. The white-gold life energy surged out, instantly healing the scorched black skin all over his body, turning it white and flawless.

Then a light blue denim jacket covered his slender and shapely body.

"Hell Agent, you moved fast enough and you were able to escape from my hands, but where could you escape to?"

Dean closed his eyes and opened the dark space in his mind, and began to search for its whereabouts.

……

The time is slightly ahead of time.

At a restaurant in the North End, Larry Cotton was having lunch with his daughter Kristen and his mother-in-law Debra.
Larry poured a cup of coffee for the old woman, "Debra, are you sure your body has completely recovered and no longer needs any treatment? I have met several new cancer experts and I am planning to introduce them to you."

"I've been to several hospitals for examinations," Debra said with a calm smile. "The doctors all said I don't have any cancer cells in my body. I'm in excellent condition now."

Kristine took the old woman's hand and squeezed it, smiling sweetly, "Grandma's body is even tougher than when I was in middle school."

"That's really a miracle." Larry admired and looked at the two of them with a pleading look, "Let's all move to our house. The family will take care of each other and adapt to the new life... Well... there have been several break-ins in the East District recently. Regarding the murder case, I don’t worry about you living outside.”

Kristine pursed her lips, "I negotiated a work contract with a pet store in the North District this morning, and I will go to work tomorrow... The North District is far away from there, so there should be no danger. I will also pay attention to safety."

"I support Kristen renting a house in the North District," the old woman looked at Larry firmly, "Your daughter is already so old and should have her own life. She always lives with her father and stepmother. How can she find another one?" Boy friend?"

"Grandma..." Christine's cheeks turned slightly red,

Larry interrupted, "Ahem, sweetheart, are you sure you don't have a problem with Julia that's why you don't want to live together?"

Christine and her grandmother looked at each other and said without conscience, "She's fine."

"As long as you understand, Julia seems cold, but she is a kind woman and has always treated you as a daughter." Larry touched his daughter's hair, "I hope you can become friends."

"I try my best."

"Then I agree. If you have to live in the North District, you can live in the North District, but you have to come to my house for dinner every weekend. Although Julia and I are not great experts and professors, we can share a little bit of experience with the newcomers. completely fine."

"Deal, Daddy."

……

The family of three finished their lunch harmoniously and left the restaurant together.

But as soon as they reached the back alley of the restaurant, the soul of the old man holding their arms palpitated inexplicably. He turned around and looked at the entrance of the alley——

A slovenly homeless man was sitting in front of the raised corner of the wall. Under his dark coat, his chest and abdomen were shriveled, and his limbs were thin and skinny, making him look very weak.

The big, rough face covered with thick beard and unkempt hair was twisted in pain, and his pleading eyes stared at the three people passing by, instantly arousing strong sympathy in the old woman's heart.

"Poor man, you need help." The old woman quickly stopped Larry and Christine, returned to the restaurant, bought a warm lunch and coffee and placed them in front of the homeless man. "God saved me from despair." Saved, now I pass this kindness on to you.”

"Eat slowly, sir," Christine's big eyes flashed softly and her voice was clear. "If it's not enough, I'll buy you some more."

"It's too cold. You haven't found a place to live yet?" Larry asked further, "Shall I drive you to the nearest shelter later?"

The homeless man nodded gratefully to the three of them. He reached into his arms with his withered hand and took out a golden Rubik's Cube and handed it to the old woman. "Kind family, this is a precious gift for you. It can take you to see heaven." Bliss, please accept it and use it immediately...especially you, old lady, although you accidentally escaped death, your name has already been recorded in hell..."

Names recorded in hell?

The three people didn't seem to hear the last sentence. The three pairs of eyes were staring at the exquisite Rubik's Cube, as if they were attracted by some special qualities. The old woman unconsciously took the Rubik's Cube and traced it with the tip of her right index finger. The golden sun-shaped pattern in the center of one side, as well as the sun-shaped hour hand-like patterns on the four corners, are rubbed.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

Click.

The Rubik's Cube suddenly made a crisp sound, and the golden and black flakes moved like precision instruments. The Rubik's Cube quickly changed from a cube into a spindle formed by the overlapping of the bottoms of two triangular pyramids.

"Oh, God."

The old lady exclaimed and dropped the Rubik's Cube as if her hands were burned.

But it was too late. Silver-white arcs passed through the air. Thick white mist emerged out of thin air, surging like living creatures. In the blink of an eye, it covered the space where Christine and the three of them were, and the former homeless man disappeared without a trace. trace.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Kristen pressed against her father nervously, then hugged her grandmother's hand,
Larry shouted quickly, "Don't move, wait a while, the fog will naturally dissipate, Debra, leave the Rubik's Cube alone."

But the red brick wall in the back alley of the restaurant creaked and strangely separated to both sides, revealing a dead and narrow passage.

Ding Ling clang——

There was a crisp collision sound in the passage, and sharp black hook chains with flesh and blood residue collided with each other and ejected, cruelly piercing the face of the caught-off-guard old woman, the back of her hands and feet, and all over her body.

The barbs tightly hooked every inch of skin and tightened violently.

The old woman screamed and was lifted up by countless chains like an animal specimen ready to be dried and hung into the misty sky.
"Oh God!" Larry looked at this bloody scene and covered his mouth, his eyes protruding from his sockets and he almost fainted.

"No, Grandma!"

Christine's eyes were red, and she circled around the old lady, but she didn't dare to touch her body for fear of hurting her. Suddenly, in the thick fog around her, she heard the sound of several heavy footsteps of leather boots stepping on a pool of blood.

Several pale and cold human figures came into view. They all had horrific dismemberment and body-piercing wounds, and were dressed in black leather clothes similar to slaughtering costumes or religious vestments. There was no joy or even expression on their disabled faces. Human nature consists only of despair and an appetite that makes one's intestines painfully empty.

The leader, the man with nails on his head and a majestic face, looked at the screaming old lady and spoke,

"Debra, God didn't save you. We're here to take you home."

(End of this chapter)