Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Ahem. Ahem. Can I smoke?"

“It really hurts a lot!”

Martin sat miserably on the ground, pointing at the brown cigarette holder in the shape of a water cup on the floor beside the bed in the bedroom.

His brain was twitching and he felt like it would have jumped out of his head if his skull wasn't strong enough.

Even though he believed that his skull could block his brain, his head felt like an eggshell about to hatch.

If it was an egg, it would be fine, because it represents hatching and new life, but unfortunately he is not an egg, but a living person.

For the living, this represents the precursor of death.

He had to relieve the pressure on his brain, just as he had done countless times before when his brain had seizures, by smoking marijuana, drinking alcohol, and taking tranquilizers.

In response to Martin's question, Wu Heng did not say anything. He smiled and stretched out his hand, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

"Thank you!"

Martin struggled to crawl to the pipe, picked it up with trembling hands, and pulled it open from the top, turning it into a two-foot-long, horn-shaped pipe.

He took out a bag of tobacco and a lighter from under the pillow beside the bed.

After placing it, he took a deep breath with trembling hands.

"Ah!" Martin fell backwards and lay on the ground, feeling a sad sense of the end.

The pipe in his hand was no longer able to be held firmly and was hanging by his fingers.

Wu Heng was speechless when he saw the miserable appearance of this guy.

To be honest, the blood-soaked red demon didn't hurt Martin at all. He just quietly explored and confirmed the attributes of his soul and tried to stop him from leaving.

Martin's serious injuries were entirely his own fault.

"Pain makes the soul stronger and more resilient." Wu Heng said slowly.

Martin stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and said weakly: "I don't like pain!"

“No one likes pain.”

"But this is a necessary process. Every growth of muscle is due to the damage and division of cells."

Wu Heng said slowly.

"Then how can I prevent my strength from increasing? Maybe I should lie down in bed!" Martin felt like his brain was about to hatch, and he didn't know what would hatch.

Wu Heng said: "It is unavoidable. The pain you call does not actually exist, or it has always existed!"

Martin closed his eyes and asked weakly, "Why doesn't it exist? Why does it always exist?"

Wu Heng said: "If a baby learning to walk a mile at a time, he will suffer muscle damage or even fractures, but an adult will only feel slightly tired after walking a mile."

"The road is just that long and that far."

"Adults cannot shorten the distance, but their endurance allows them to ignore the distance that seems like a huge gap to babies."

“This mile is just pain!”

Martin sighed: "So that's it. The source of my pain is that I'm too weak."

"Yes!"

“Remember your pain right now.”

After Wu Heng finished speaking, he swung out a stream of red blood-like power.

This power merged into Martin's body, making all the pain in his body disappear instantly. He felt like bathing in a hot spring, as if he was back in his mother's womb.

It's like magnifying the pleasure at the peak of pleasure a hundred times.

"Hiss, ahhhh——!" He couldn't help shivering and let out an involuntary long gasp.

Then he jumped up easily from the ground.

He looked down at his body. Under the charred black skin was white and smooth skin, which was high-quality enough to make Victoria's Secret models envious.

His head grew a full head of long hair again in a tingling sensation that soothed his soul. The familiar thick feeling of long hair covering his scalp restored a warm sense of security to his slightly chilled head.

"I feel so relaxed. This is a feeling I have never experienced before!" Martin touched his head and body, as if he couldn't believe that this was his own body.

"Your head doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. There's no jumping feeling. The pain that I've been experiencing for 24 years is completely gone."

"I don't think I need this thing anymore!" Martin threw the pipe in his hand to the ground.

With his high IQ, how could he not know the harm that alcoholism and drugs can do to the human body? But if he doesn't do that.

The harm caused by a highly active brain may be more dangerous and endanger life sooner than these prohibited behaviors.

He may not even live to see the day when he dies from the aftereffects of drug addiction.

"Your 'disease' has not been cured."

"Or maybe it's not a disease, but a talent. It's just that this talent goes beyond your human body."

"I just strengthened your body so that it can bear it."

Wu Heng's explanation made Martin understand that for ordinary humans, even a terminal cancer might simply be a hazard for them.

Feeling the relaxation of his body, Martin felt great joy in his heart.

At the same time, I also understood one thing, that is, wisdom cannot solve all problems. At least in the face of an absolute power gap, there is no chance of struggle.

"Unknown mysterious existence, what do you need me to do?" Martin bowed respectfully to Wu Heng.

Wu Heng said: "Do you know what I want you to do?"

"Yes, it is because of your answer."

"You will only give such an uncertain answer when I am no longer under your control, because the other party may not be weaker than you!" Martin answered honestly.

"That's true." Wu Heng nodded.

"I'm testing it, testing whether it can become a pain I can bear!"

"It? Then do I need to go to hell?" Martin asked curiously again.

"No, it's definitely not hell." Wu Heng shook his head gently and chuckled, "Maybe it's heaven."

If the mysterious power behind it really is the God that the priest talked about, then perhaps that place really is heaven.

Heaven?

The moment he heard these two words, Martin had many guesses in his mind, and he couldn't help but think in the direction of the Bible and God.

"Perhaps what is written in the Bible is not true." Wu Heng seemed to see through his thoughts and said again.

Martin's heart sank even more.

Because he knew that perhaps the so-called 'heaven' was not really heaven.

But he had no choice!

"Unknown Lord, when do I need to set off? Now?"

"Do you need to take a bath, change clothes, or fast?" Martin sighed.

"Now!"

"No need to prepare these, I'll send you on your way right away!"

Martin's soul was pulled out of his body by the illusory hands condensed by the power of nightmare, and his body, which had just recovered, turned into a pool of blood.

The moment Martin's soul was pinched by Wu Heng, the red and black forces were injected into Martin's soul.

"Ahhhhh...!"

Martin's soul let out a scream, and at the same time, pieces of soul bricks were merged into his soul, and the originally illusory soul was quickly solidifying.

Continuously rising from the level of ordinary people: Curse Master High Curse Master Demon
Until the soul is condensed and strengthened to the level of an intermediate demon! (End of this chapter)