Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He blinked his burnt eyelids and immediately looked at the problem in the kitchen window.

I wanted to confirm whether the window covered with the strange red cloth was blown open.

Then the young man was disappointed.
Even after such an explosion, the red cloth still looked as new as ever!

The walls of the kitchen were all burnt black, but there wasn't even a speck of dust where the red cloth lay.

"Ahem. Hehehe, hahahaha!"

The young man completely lost the strength to persist and fell to the ground. He finally understood everything.

The power of the monster in front of us is definitely not something that human power can match.

He had unleashed the most powerful explosive damage possible from humans, yet he had not caused the slightest harm to the other party, and there was no more powerful weapon in his room.

He felt his chest burning, as if a fire was lit, and his lungs seemed to be pinched by a hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

If it weren't for the bloody demon at the door who still didn't move, the red light in his eyes would have brightened again and swept across his body, as if confirming his life.

He even suspected that this devil was strangling his lungs with its invisible hands.

The young man laughed miserably and hit his head hard with his hand. His head was throbbing violently, as if his heart had moved to another place and was beating inside his head.

He could even hear his heart beating in his head.

"Mr. Devil, I seem to be dying. With this kind of injury, even if I am sent to the hospital now, I can only survive for a few months!"

The young man looked up at the indifferent demon at the door. The other party's arrogant attitude and complete disregard for him made him very angry.

Although he looks decadent and like a waste on weekdays, his IQ is enough to look down on those around him.

People with high IQ are proud in their hearts.

Just like what this young man felt in his heart, his pride was completely ignored in the face of absolute power.

This is undoubtedly a tragedy for him.

But he didn't realize that this was a gap in life level. Even though he was proud of his photographic memory, it was just the most basic ability for the Blood Demon.

And because his life level is just that of an ordinary person, it causes him headaches.

If one can become the most common "curser" in the Blood Hell, one can avoid this kind of pain. Of course, after becoming a curser, one will get stronger pain, which is torture from the soul level.

This is something that is inevitable in hell.

"Mr. Devil, are you a vegetable?"

"Or is it that the purpose of your coming here is just for fun, to see an ordinary person like me being killed by my own self-righteousness?"

“This is not fun!”

The young man stared at the devil and kept talking, coughing up blood as he spoke. He knew that he had to make the devil in front of him speak, because that was where his chance of survival lay.

His life or death at this moment depends entirely on what the bloody demon in red clothes thinks.

In fact, he still has a chance!
That is, when he first saw the devil, he had successfully dialed 911.

If the police officer who answered the call was smart enough, he might be able to find out his location. Maybe it was not just two ordinary policemen who came to his door, but the exorcist in the story who was capable of subduing the devil.

Of course, the probability of this happening is very slim.

The chances were so slim that he himself refused to believe such nonsense, so in fact he no longer had any other chance.

"Speak up. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. Why aren't you speaking?"

"Isn't this interesting? Isn't this interesting?" "Aren't you here for my soul? I heard that if you sell your soul to the devil, you can get health in exchange."

"Listen, I am willing to sell my soul to you now in exchange for ten years of good health. I will not get sick, especially I will not suffer from headaches, and I can sleep peacefully."

"Ten years later, you can come and take my soul. I am willing to follow you into hell."

"Even other conditions are fine, even turning me into your slave!"

"What do you mean by just standing there and watching?"

The young man spoke rapidly, blood foam splattering everywhere along with his saliva.

But he had to say it so hard!
Because he felt his physical condition, his energy was rapidly draining away and he might faint at any time.

He didn't dare to think about the consequences if he fainted under the demon's gaze, because he would not even have the rationality to bargain.

It's almost like a dead fish.

"Speak up. You can't speak? Why don't you speak? Do you know words, or body language? I see your neck moving. You are not a dead object. Speak up!!!" The young man was almost hoarse.

Just when he was almost completely desperate, an indifferent voice came:

"You are right. The devil can indeed grant you health, but the devils in this world will never do that!"

The young man's pupils shrank rapidly. He looked at the red devil in front of him and said tremblingly and excitedly: "You are not it!"

"Why did you come to me?"

He concluded in an instant that the red-clothed demon who spoke was definitely not the red-clothed demon just now.

It must be another consciousness!
"As expected, you are called 'Fool'. You should know that in the ancient Eastern countries, 'Fool' has another meaning, which is 'Great wisdom appears foolish'!"

"Didn't you say I'm here for your soul?"

A ball of black mist emerged from the eyes of the red-clothed blood-soaked demon and condensed into Wu Heng's weird, crystal-clear and inviolable shape in the center of the room.

He smiled faintly and looked at the young man in the kitchen.

After the blood demon sent him the message, he transferred his power to this place through the connection channel between him and these demons.

The body condensed at this time is just the form of energy.

"I just heard you say that you seem willing to give your soul completely to me and become my slave."

The young man heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and said with a sad smile: "Haha, can you regret what you said?"

He is the 'fool' who was selected by the Oregon district in the movie and smoked marijuana while driving, Martin!

Even Wu Heng didn't expect that it would be him, but his intelligence is indeed worthy of his soul qualification.

Wu Heng looked at the miserable state of the young man, as if it had nothing to do with him at all. He smiled faintly and shook his head.
"I don't accept regrets!"

Martin smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Will my soul dissipate?"

Wu Heng: "Maybe, maybe not!"

Martin continued, "Will I lose consciousness?"

Wu Heng: "Maybe, maybe not!"

"Okay!" Martin was not disappointed by the uncertain answer, nor did he think that he was talking too much. He continued to ask, "Will I become stronger?"

"Yes!" Wu Heng said affirmatively. (End of this chapter)