Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Wu Heng was still sitting in the hall,

Quietly watching everyone's busy figures, he refused the construction team assigned to him by Qinzi because he did not need an altar.

The various psychics kept dictating and asked the draftsman to quickly draw a simplified diagram of the altar.

As soon as the painting started, someone took pictures and quickly ran out to start some construction work.

They want to use all their time to build.

This is the quality of Qinzi's dedicated exorcism reserve team. This team is invested by the government and has benefits far better than ordinary workers.

Kotoko's method of exorcism is indeed unique compared to other psychics.

Whether it's a god or a Buddha, a shaman or a witch, anyone who can use it will use it.

She is very good at integrating various forces and does not stick to rules.

Wu Heng appreciates this very much. This kind of thinking is in line with the lighthouse's survival model.

After Qinzi arranged everything, all the 124 psychics present left and went about their business.

This time, 198 people spontaneously responded to the call, and 74 of them died on the road. This basically caused the island country's psychic mediums to lose one-fifth at once.

This means that there will be chaos in many places.

The only people left in the hall were Wu Heng, Qinzi, and Zhenqin.

Ever since Makoto came to Zhenguang Temple and Wu Heng was too lazy to talk to her anymore, she had been squatting in the corner and staring blankly at the photo album on her phone.

Even when Qinzi came, she didn't go out to greet her or pay attention to her, just like a sculpture.

"Thank you very much for saving my sister!"

Qinzi first thanked Wu Heng, and then shouted to Makoto:

"Makoto, are you imitating me again?"

"Do you know how dangerous it is here? I've told you a long time ago that the name Yuta has nothing to do with the family. My power only belongs to me."

"With your mediocre ability to exorcise evil spirits, you can't be considered a psychic at all. Go home quickly!"

When Makoto heard Kotoko's call, he seemed to have come back to his senses, and slowly turned his head:

"elder sister!"

She shouted in a calm voice, and then tears flowed down silently, and then suddenly broke out, with snot and tears mixed together, and she shouted excitedly:

"Why, why did you come just now!"

"Do you know that Ye Qi is dead? If you had come here a day earlier, he would not have died at all. Why did you come so late?"

"It's all your fault!"

Makoto cried in pain and actually blamed Kotoko.

"I want to avenge him, and I want to destroy the Pomo Demon with my own hands."

"Even if I die too!"

When Wu Heng heard this, he suddenly became too lazy to continue watching the show. He walked out slowly with a cane and sat in the pavilion in the temple, quietly looking at the darkness in the distance and enjoying the tranquility of the night.

He also needed some quiet time.

Fortunately, Makoto was not his sister, otherwise he would have been afraid that he would not be able to bear it and give her three punches with 100% of his muscle power.

In the main hall, Qinzi listened to Makoto's cries and complaints, but did not refute.

There was no explanation that the reason she was a day late was because she had to save 30 lives.

"He has summoned all kinds of things now and has become very powerful. If he is not suppressed early, someone will die."

"Tomorrow, I will summon that thing, I will summon everything to that place."

"Get it all done in one go!"

Qinzi's tone was firm with a hint of softness, and she persuaded her sister, who was wearing a ceremonial white dress:

"Go back and leave everything to me."

"I only have one day, and I have other important things to do the day after tomorrow, so I don't have time to take care of you."

"If you don't obey me, you will die!"

Makoto didn't listen at all, he just wanted to take revenge with his own hands.

If she could really listen to what her sister Qinzi said, she wouldn't have stopped listening since she was a child and ended up like this.

"Forget it, you'd better have a good rest!"

Kotoko walked up to Makoto, put her hand on her head, and murmured a spell.

Makoto instantly fainted and fell to the ground. She carried Makoto out of the main hall, found an ordinary monk from Zhenguang Temple, asked for a guest room, and put him on the bed.

What she uses is the ability to expel evil and filth, which itself has a restorative effect and can make ordinary people sleep and cultivate themselves.

After placing Zhenqin, Qinzi passed by the pavilion and saw Wu Heng sitting there. She walked into the pavilion and asked with some distraction:

"Mr. Ozaki, do you like children?"

Wu Heng was still admiring the night sky. The black night was reflected in his eyes, and his pupils were darker, like black holes.

"dislike!"

Wu Heng didn't look back and said without hesitation.

"Because I am afraid of losing, I don't want to create the things I love, including family, friends, lovers, and children."

"Why doesn't Mr. Ozaki dislike children?"

Makoto sat on the bench on the other side, crossed his legs, stretched out his arms, and put them on the railing behind him, as if he was chatting casually with a good friend he had known for a long time.

"I just don't like it."

"What I've experienced is that I don't tolerate stupid people, and children often mean immature minds. I see it as trouble."

"Reproduction is just a way of inheriting life. It is a biological instinct engraved in genetic genes."

"When I no longer needed to continue my life in this way, I naturally jumped out and no longer had this desire."

Wu Heng directly expressed his inner thoughts without any evasion.

If he could achieve immortality, why would he need to continue his life by passing on the family line from generation to generation?

As for the control of the brain, the instinct of inherited genes,

His body, and even the initial material used when he was resurrected from hell, came from the blood of others.

He never needed these encumbrances.

Hearing this, Qinzi took a deep look at Wu Heng, as if she saw something, and sighed:

"I watched the video from the streets yesterday."

"Don't be happy when life is born, don't be sad when life passes away!"

"Sir, you are terrible!"

She no longer calls Wu Heng "Mr. Ozaki", but just Mr., as if she no longer understands Wu Heng's identity.

Wu Heng also heard it, but didn't pay attention.

"When sadness and joy can be controlled at will and turned into tools to kill people, you will discover the real horror!"

Wu Heng thought of the ghosts, gods and demons in the legendary hell that could control emotions.

At the very least, Leviathan, the Lord of Hell in Hellraiser, can control pain.

Even he is now able to block all kinds of sensory emotions in his body, and can ignore sadness and joy.

Treat these emotions as playthings.

"That's truly unimaginable!"

Qinzi nodded in agreement and stopped continuing the topic:

"Sir, we lost a lot of manpower this time. Can you go to the apartment with me tomorrow?"

"You should continue to call me Ozaki." Wu Heng nodded gently, "I will go."

With his resilience, he doesn't care about the physical attack methods of the Pomo Demon at all.

As for its method of summoning blood, Wu Heng loved it so much. He definitely had to try the taste of the blood it summoned.

Maybe like orange juice, or maybe like watermelon juice.

Wu Heng had already explored the Pomo Demon through Chana's body, and had roughly determined that it was powerful and would not pose a fatal threat to himself.

"Since I'm going, I have to prepare something."

"You should take this opportunity to keep your spirits up. You have to visit the apartment tomorrow. The house prices there have probably dropped a lot."

Wu Heng stood up, smiled lightly, and walked outside.

Tomorrow, it will not only be a visit to the apartment, but also a visit to the Blood Paradise.

The courier he just contacted has already delivered it to his door.