Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Yes, it is a fertile body that has produced so many fruits."

"Sure enough, I was not satisfied with the results before because the nutrients were not enough."

Wu Heng put the bananas on his back, then turned to look at Anita, thought for a moment, and handed her a bunch.

"The rest of the way will require you to walk on your own."

“Find the path of fear, keep growing, walk in reality, and feed on Satanism and various evil spirits. This is your life.”

"This bunch of bananas is my last gift to you."

Anita took it blankly, retracted the spider limbs behind her back into her body, opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

I could only nod silently.

If possible, she really wanted to fight against these evils with Wu Heng, even at the cost of everything she had.

But it seems that Wu Heng clearly has no such intention.

Since the three-headed dog did not have any fear of her and was subdued by Wu Heng, she could not absorb the power of the three-headed dog.

Finally, he watched Wu Heng's back as he returned to the apartment. After a moment's silence, he turned around and slowly walked into the dark jungle.

The road that had terrified her when she came here turned out to be so ordinary when she returned.

She even wanted to meet the two Satanists again, and this time she would use all her strength to deal with them and not give them any chance to attack.

The drunk old man on the fourth floor hurriedly closed the window, without even taking another look, and covered himself with the quilt and pretended to sleep.

Fortunately, it was only Wu Heng who threw the banana, which interrupted the hellhound's charging. At the same time, his soul, which was being sucked in as if approaching hell and feeling extremely terrified, broke free from the restraints and returned to his body.

I was lucky enough to save my life.

It's dawn the next day.

After Wu Heng got up, he loaded the oil pan and other things onto a cart, then pulled the cart to set up his stall as usual.

There were not many people in the morning. Compared to his stall, Hendra's Padang rice next door was more popular because of its good quality and low price.

A row of fried bananas has been placed on the rack above the oil pan.

"Don't be mysterious today. I heard something. Do you know?" Hendra said mysteriously in a low voice while proudly counting the money in his hand.

Even as he was speaking, a group of newsboys were already running to the market, carrying stacks of newspapers.

"Breaking news, a murder case occurred in Grogol District. Only one girl survived and the killer is still unknown!"

They kept shouting.

"This is what you want to talk about." Wu Heng pointed at the newspapers in the children's hands.

"Yes, but I heard that the matter is not that simple. I heard that there was no financial loss. It is probably a vendetta."

"You better be careful. I used to work as a helper at that store where you sold bananas yesterday. We just happened to know each other."

"I'll pay attention. You seem to be in business again." Wu Heng said softly.

Hendra quickly turned around and saw a young man in a leather jacket coming straight towards him. He quickly picked up a bowl and smiled.

I thought that I had to make another deal and I must earn $3000. The deal that Banana Guy made yesterday was only once, and only a down-to-earth approach like mine could lead to healthy development.

Just as he was thinking, the young man turned and came to Wu Heng's stall.

“How much are bananas?”

"Eighteen a serving."

"I heard there's one that costs 3000 rupiahs and can kill your parents if you eat it. I want that one." The young man grinned maliciously.

"That kind of thing doesn't suit you."

"What if I want it? If the food you sell is substandard and no one dies after eating it, I will shut down your stall."

The young man poked the boiling oil pan with the tip of his leather shoes, causing the boiling oil to sway back and forth.

If he used a little more force, the whole oil pan would be overturned, and Wu Heng would definitely not be able to dodge, and his lower body would be soaked. Hendra, who was standing by, looked at his nose, looked at his mouth, sat upright, and did not dare to say a word.

I kept muttering to myself that it turns out that one must be honest in doing business.

"What are you doing? This is a market and they have all paid their fees. If you continue like this, I will go find the administrator!" A crisp voice came from the side.

Lini, who was carrying her schoolbag and preparing to go to morning class, saw the scene in front of her. She recognized Wu Heng, who gave her a banana, at a glance.

He immediately walked over and questioned loudly.

Her words attracted the attention of passers-by, and everyone looked over here. She was kind-hearted, knowing that only by attracting attention would the other party not act recklessly in public.

Wu Heng nodded at Lini, "It's okay, let's do business as usual. This gentleman wants to buy some fried bananas, everyone can go home."

After he finished speaking, the crowd dispersed as there was nothing more fun to watch. Only Lini was left standing there, staring at the young man. She had seen what he had done just now.

"Are you sure you want it? But you have to pay first. 3000 rupiah, thank you." Wu Heng put a banana into the pot and stretched out his hand.

The young man's eyes flashed, becoming even darker, then he took out the money and handed it to Wu Heng.

Wu Heng took the money, fried the bananas, simply coated them with a layer of breadcrumbs, and handed them to the young man.

"Special fried bananas are ready to go, just as you requested."

"This is it? You are not kidding me!" The young man took it, lowered his head to smell it, and smiled disdainfully.

The moment he raised his head again, a gunshot rang out from the woods outside the market.

The young man's temple was shot completely from left to right, and his brains splattered into Hendra's Padang rice pot, mixing perfectly with the sauce on top.

"Mysterious sniper!"

"It's the mysterious sniper, the one in the newspaper, he's here!"

"I am a good and honest person, don't kill me." Everyone shouted.

All we see is the death and the sound of sniper rifle fire, a fatal blow to the temple, and no one knows where the killer is, which is completely in line with the style of a mysterious sniper.

The customers around immediately scattered and hid on the ground.

The person who was closer looked at the Padang rice mixed with brain matter in Hendra's pot, and thought about how he had just eaten a lot, so he couldn't help but vomit.

The young man looked at Wu Heng blankly.

"You insisted!" Wu Heng waved the 3000 Indonesian rupiah in his hand and gestured.

Bang, the body fell to the ground.

A black gas drilled into the ground from under the corpse and disappeared.

"Did you see it?" Lini, who was hiding next to Wu Heng, rubbed her eyes and pointed at the young man's body.

"what did you see?"

"When he died, there was a black gas, it was very strange!" Lini gestured.

"I see. It might be the legendary soul." Wu Heng nodded.

In fact, from the moment this young man entered the market, Wu Heng already knew that he was Satan's running dog, a devil.

The other party was also the demon who killed several other young people in the market late at night and showed Anita the way.

As a result, during the day, it suddenly saw that Anita was not dead.

So I came to test Wu Heng.

It seems that for some reason, its soul is mainly based on the human body, and there is some kind of restraint that prevents it from using its power in public.

The so-called mysterious sniper was Lini's father, Bahar.

He was originally preparing to fulfill the Satanist's demand for one thousand lives, but he happened to see the scene in the market, so he left the market and came to the woods.

Anyway, the young man's behavior is not like that of a good person, so killing him is not a big deal. (End of this chapter)