I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 505 Bloodline Record, Return Home (5k)

The Devil's Broker now feels that he should keep a low profile. In recent months, his reputation has grown so fast that even these vulgar, uncultured, disgusting and ugly demons know him.

If the other party didn't have a background and was not willing to use good things to summon, he would want to spit in the other party's face now.

The Broken-Horned Demon didn't take the Devil's Broker's words seriously and pointed at the three people tied up on the ground.

"Don't worry, I understand the market. They are all willing. The contract was signed a long time ago. Now I am just here to collect the debt."

The horned demon took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and with a shake of his hand, the parchment unfolded. The content inside was that a person sold his soul in exchange for power.

There was also a supplementary agreement later, which stated that the souls of his wife and first child were also sold.

The Devil Broker was slightly startled and looked at the three people tied to the ground with great surprise. He did not realize that these three people had already sold their souls.

The Broken-Horned Demon said with a bit of pride.

"I helped them to connect and paid a priest to bless them. Apart from the creditors, even the devil couldn't tell that they had sold their souls. Otherwise, the local councillors certainly couldn't be seen to have sold their souls. How about that? A soul of status, a soul that is not very pure but still young, this price is high enough, isn't it?"

"I'm really sorry, but I can't trade souls. If I violate this rule, the Demon King will drag me out to bask in the sun. Sir, if you need anything, please find someone else."

The Broken-Horned Demon did not force it, because he knew it was useless. Soul trading was indeed very sensitive to the devils. If a demon king monopolized the trade, an area would become the other party's territory, and if other devils tried to get their hands on it, the consequences would be serious.

“I would like to ask you to help me get some information in Purgatory, and I will pay you according to the price you require.

First, I want to know what happened to the king that emerged from the Purgatory Sea of ​​the Undead.

Second, I want to know if there are other people in the Sea of ​​the Dead, and if that guy has licked the toes of the Undead King.

Third, a member of the Winchester family has entered Purgatory, and I want to know who he is and what he is good at.

That’s about it.”

At this point, the Broken-Horned Demon suddenly laughed with glee.

“Oh, yes, there’s a fourth one.

Yesterday someone heard the dying wail of an executioner from the Inquisition, and I wonder if this is another case of someone being pushed into a desperate situation and triggering a miracle.

If you find out who it is, you can pass on a message for me and tell him in my name that if he is willing to join my team, I can provide all the help he can, including helping him get indulgences from another sect.

Even if he doesn't want to, there is a throne reserved for him in the sulfurous hell, waiting for his arrival."

"Okay, if I find anything, I'll report back to you." The Devil's Broker was very polite and said he would do his best.

After leaving, the Devil Broker forgot about the matter. Since the stingy evil demon didn't offer a price, he just assumed that he wanted to get it for free.

As for investigation? What the hell, from today on, he would never accept any intelligence about the Sea of ​​the Dead. If he asked, it would be too dangerous, and if he asked again, it would be because he was incompetent.

The Devil's Broker wrote down what the Broken-Horned Demon wanted to find out. This question itself was intelligence, and he would sell it to the Demon King later.

On the other side, Wen Yan and Sam had already set out to get another piece of scrap iron.

On the way, Sam told him a lot about things here. The situation here is very complicated, and the locals actually don't really understand it. There are several major religions and dozens of sects, big and small, that can be named.

Those who target ordinary people and those who target the outliers, professionals, etc. are another wave. There are many extremists, but they generally have the same attitude. The better ones compare themselves to shepherds, and the more straightforward ones compare themselves to ranchers. They don't care about the general public at all, or who the cattle and horses are, as long as they have them, it's fine.

This is why no matter how it is divided, there are still three factions: the church, dark creatures, and exorcists.

In reality, all three parties actually control a portion of industries related to ordinary people, which contain a lot of scum.

Wen Yan felt a headache after listening to this, especially when he heard that many people here were jumping back and forth, standing on this side today and that side tomorrow, and it was actually considered normal.

This resulted in some of the general intelligence of the Lieyang Tribe being inaccurate.

Moreover, Oriental faces are extremely rare among exorcists, and it is difficult for them to stand out. In fact, all parties are very hostile to them, and the rejection is made public, so Wen Yan will stand out here.

Especially when she is with Sam, Wen Yan looks even more eye-catching.

Wen Yan didn't care and said that he would leave after getting what he wanted and would not stay with Robin anymore. He didn't want to come here at all.

He was originally thinking about whether he could get some information about the Yellow Devil, but today, Sam received news that Florida seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and many things that had gathered there before began to withdraw from Florida before the forces of several sects arrived.

Well, if the other party wants to hide, there’s no way he can find out any information.

Originally, the world boss was coming in Florida. If it weren't for the lessons learned from the past, and the fear of being dragged into it and everyone being doomed, the Lieyang Tribe and Wen Yan would not have wanted to pay any attention at all.

Now that Huang Mo's path to rapid rise has been cut off, the opponent's lackeys have begun to scatter, and no one knows where they are going. There is no news about Huang Mo either, so Wen Yan is not going to waste time here.

He was simply dragged into this. If the problem could be solved easily, that would be the best. If it turns into a long-term stalemate, he has no time to waste on Robin. As an internationalist, there are still many things to do in China.

He still has to go back and see where his probe has flown to. At the moment, he hasn't been specifically told, which means everything is normal.

When they arrived near Sam's other safe house, Wen Yan frowned slightly, sensing a somewhat sinister and evil aura ahead.

"Sam, do you have any evil spirits or friends like devils or demons to help you guard this safe house?"

"No." Hearing this, Sam's face suddenly froze.

"Oh, that's good."

Sam stopped the car and started getting his equipment in preparation for a fight. In addition to guns, he also carried four knives of various types.

After getting off the bus, the surrounding environment suddenly became dim, and a slight smell of sulfur began to permeate the air.

A middle-aged man in a suit with slightly rosy skin stood there quietly. When he saw Sam, he immediately smiled.

"Sam Winchester, it's nice to meet you. It's really not easy to find your trace."

Sam didn't say anything, but just raised the modified shotgun in his hand.

“Don’t be nervous, I know you are the recorder of this generation.

My master wants to ask you something and would like to invite you to come over. There will be a generous reward.

Just asking some questions.

As part of our payment, we can tell you some information about your grandfather, such as where he is buried."

"What does Red Knight want me to do?" Sam frowned.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. As much as I hate to explain, Red Sir is not qualified to be my master."

"I'm sorry, I'm busy, please leave here immediately."

"Sam, if you do this, I will be in trouble. If I can't hire you, my master will think I am incompetent."

In the car, Wen Yan saw the prompt.

"Red Devil."

“One of the core members of the Red Devil Clan. Their red skin is their most iconic feature.

Born in a hell filled with flames, he is born with a natural mastery of fire magic and is one of the targets of bloodline transplantation by some bloodline spellcasters.

As native demons with bodies, they have evolved a series of things for the continuation of their clan.

In hell, either the numbers are huge, and they rely on absolute numbers to continue to reproduce.

Or they are strong enough to maintain the safety of the tribe with strong enough power.

They chose the latter, eliminating some of the drawbacks of inbreeding.

Plus the power of bee colonies and super adaptability.

Today, there are almost no other shortcomings except for the scarcity of quantity and lack of creativity. "

“Please be careful. As long as they are injured by special power, under the blessing of the swarm-like power, all the core members of the Red Devils will simultaneously record this power in their blood.

Special powers are all mystical powers other than pure physical damage, including but not limited to yang energy, professional abilities, curses, spells, superpowers, etc.

When you injure or kill an opponent, the next time any Red Devil core member sees you, they will confirm from their blood that it was you who injured or killed a Red Devil core member. "

"Temporary ability: Yushu Fire Mansion True Treasure."

When Wen Yan saw this, a new prompt appeared behind it.

"You have generated temporary abilities of the Jade Pivot Fire Palace True Talisman six times, and your bond with it is deep. The difficulty of obtaining the Jade Pivot Fire Palace True Talisman permanently will be reduced by two levels." Wen Yan casually hung up the Jade Pivot Fire Palace True Talisman, thinking, can it be like this?

He went back to find someone to study what this talisman was all about. He did have a strong connection with it.

He was just thinking about it when Sam reminded him.

"This guy is very troublesome. If anyone hurts or kills him, the other Red Devils will be able to record it and recognize him at a glance next time. You better be careful."

Sam was reminding Wen Yan, meaning that Wen Yan should not be impulsive and just kill the Red Devil in front of him, which would be no different from poking a hornet's nest.

Wen Yan understood it after reading the prompt. It meant that his power would be recorded in the blood of all the core Red Devils. It was not just a mark of hatred, it might also allow these Red Devils to understand it in advance and adapt in advance.

Wen Yan nodded, indicating that he would just watch.

However, the next moment, the red devil in the suit saw that Sam seemed ready to resist, so he adjusted his tie and looked a little helpless.

"Sam, please cooperate. My master ordered me to take you back, not beat you half to death. I can't risk damaging your brain."

As he spoke, the Red Devil in a suit stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the vehicle caught fire. The flames quickly spread from the fuel tank, enveloping the entire vehicle.

Wen Yan sat in the car, staring blankly at the scene, watching the surroundings suddenly engulfed in flames.

To be honest, Sam has told him a lot, but it's still not as touching as seeing him in person.

The professionals and aliens here are hardly suppressed at all. They really have no awe and restraint at all. As long as necessary, they can crush a cow or a horse to death. In the eyes of the other party, the feeling is no different from stepping on an ant.

Under such circumstances, Wen Yan found it unbelievable that this damn place had not collapsed yet.

He sat in the car and smiled silently. It felt quite special, being treated as an ordinary person and being killed at any time.

With the flames burning like this, an ordinary person would at least suffer severe burns even if they managed to save their life in time.

The flames roared into the car, and Sam's furious roar could be heard outside.

Wen Yan thought about it, calculated the position just now, then rummaged through the gold ring and pulled out a gold brick.

The next moment, he picked up the mask and put it on his face.

In an instant, his eyes passed through the flames outside and peeked at the position of the Red Devil, and then he also felt an extremely huge pressure directed at him.

The moment he felt the huge pressure approaching rapidly, Wen Yan took off his mask.

The next moment, a three-finger-wide crack appeared on the car window glass. Wen Yan's hand shook violently, and a piece of broken iron was stuck on the gold brick in his hand.

Outside the car, the Red Devil in the suit seemed to have noticed something. He looked down at his abdomen and was shocked to find that he was injured, and he didn't even feel it.

But the next moment, he felt a decadent and bleak force from the hole in his abdomen, which seemed to have no threat at all, and it turned into a breeze and blew through his body.

Under this seemingly gentle force, his body was as insignificant as dust.

From his wounds, his body began to turn into dust and dissipated with the wind.

By the time he realized how outrageous his delusion was, it was too late for him to stop it.

If it were his limbs, it would be fine, but there was no way he could move his thighs upwards, so the entire part below his shoulders had to be cut off in an instant.

He tried to look back and see who had such strong power.

But when he looked back, he only saw Sam's safe house, located at the end of the dirt road below him, and no one was in sight.

When those powers rapidly spread to his heart and his blood, he began to panic.

This couldn't possibly be Sam's power. He wanted to commit suicide quickly to prevent this power from being recorded, but it was too late. It was useless. This way of recording was not active control at all, but a bloodline talent.

He had no power to stop this gift from taking effect.

The Red Devil in the suit stretched out his hand, and without saying a word, his body quickly weathered, turned into dust, and drifted away with the wind.

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, the broken-horned demon was having fun, but suddenly his face changed drastically. He stood up abruptly, stretched out a hand, roared, and forcibly broke off his other horn.

After the broken demon horn fell to the ground, the moment it bounced up, it quickly weathered in mid-air, turned into dust, and slowly fell.

The Broken-Horn Demon was both shocked and angry. Which stupid Red Devil was this who had provoked a force that should never be provoked.

At that moment just now, a new record appeared in his blood. A core red devil was killed, and the power that killed that guy was recorded.

However, the information itself carried power and almost spread completely, killing all the core Red Devils.

He interrupted the record at the cost of breaking his horn, so that the power would not spread.

The horned demon put on his pants, sat on the sofa, picked up the phone and started calling. He wanted to know who hung up and who was stupid.

It has only been a short time, and his broken horn in front has not even grown back yet, but someone has caused big trouble again.

Now the two chances for error are gone. If the same problem occurs again next time, all the core members of the Red Devils will be doomed together.

On the other side, Wen Yan kicked open the car door that could no longer be opened normally, and walked out of the burning car.

When he walked out of the range of the fire, the flames burning around his body seemed to have spirituality and actively avoided him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself when I was about to be burned to death."

"I'm glad you're okay." Sam let out a long sigh and looked at the piece of gold in Wen Yan's hand and the iron piece stuck in the gold: "It seems to be something. If I see it again in the future, I will keep it for you."

"Thanks, man, this may have gotten you into trouble."

"No, it's not you who caused the trouble, but the trouble that came to me. I haven't met such an arrogant guy in a long time. My elders have seen the leader of the Red Devils, and that leader was not so arrogant. However, you should leave quickly and leave Robin."

"I'd rather leave, what about you?"

"Me? You don't have to worry about my safety, this is my battlefield.

I have killed angels and I have killed devils, but I have also cooperated with angels and I have also cooperated with devils.

Don't look at me like that, and don't be surprised.

Treating all people of a race as one type is a typical act of racial discrimination.

Not all devils are soul fraudsters, and not all angels are emotionless executioners. There are always exceptions.

Don’t treat them all as villains who must be killed on sight.”

"..."

Wen Yan didn't know what to say for a moment. He actually didn't think it was that bad. He actually thought that most of it should be pretty good.

But what Sam said was equivalent to telling him that there are always some good cases among capitalists.

"Okay, you're right."

"I have something I want to ask you. Do you know anything about the super high-level summoning ceremony in Florida?"

“Yes, I know a little.”

"Please tell me."

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment. If this matter was brought up, Lucy would inevitably be involved.

But now I heard that Huang Mo's lackeys have all withdrawn from Florida. Huang Mo should have given up on the quick victory route and started hiding and looking for other ways.

However, we can indeed stop mentioning Lucy now, because Lucy's route has failed.

Regarding the world boss, I’d better ask the Fiery Sun Tribe first to see if they can reveal the secret. After all, the Fiery Sun Tribe has already told Robin’s people.

"There's something I'd like you to help investigate. I have a friend who's a witch in Florida. It's said that she was taken away by Folboler. I'd like you to help me find out where she is now."

"Okay, if you have anything, you can call this number."

When Sam heard this, he stopped asking and took out a business card and handed it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan also left a contact number for Sam, and now he is ready to go home first.

If he doesn't go back, the Chinese New Year will be next month, and he doesn't want to spend the New Year here.

(End of this chapter)