Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

In bedroom 4c,

Andy, the locksmith, is still studying the door lock fascinatedly.

The runes in the keyhole made him feel as if he was sinking into a vast ocean, a world that was hungry for him.

"A ring within a ring, a word within a word, a pain within a pain. A world within a world!" Andy's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes as he kept muttering in a low voice.

He could feel that on the opposite side of the lock, there was a vast world that was gradually bustling. He felt that he was about to have an epiphany and was about to understand the mystery.

In fact, it is locked in the world opposite.

A person's screams and pleas were heard continuously.

"I'm leaving, leaving, let me out!"

His body, starting from his pelvis and extending downward, including his legs, had completely turned into a skeleton. Countless steel nails were driven into the bones. The right calf bone broke and fell to the ground.

The upper body was hung in the air with long iron barbs.

His arms had lost their skin, and the exposed purple-red muscles were in disrepair, with jagged steel nails also inserted into them.

These steel nails penetrate the muscle plexus, pierce the bones, and emerge from the other side. They are like the originator of body piercing. Compared with these, tongue nails and lip rings are simply weak.

A sharp blade seven or eight feet long was inserted into his abdomen.

"You despicable guy who never keeps your word, this is not what I want!"

"It's not fair, I was deceived by you." The man hanging here wailed loudly.

With every opening he made, one could clearly see that the gaps between his tongue and gums were filled with densely packed steel needles.

Perhaps because the blood had dried up, there was no bright red coming out of his lips as he spoke.

"Thorndike, you were so full of desire."

"But now it has turned into such a petty attitude, which really makes me lose interest!"

Another indifferent voice sounded from beside the hanging Thorndike. It was the originator of this human masterpiece, a hell monk from Leviathan Hell who existed to maintain order.

He was wearing a tight-fitting black robe and windbreaker, and half of the skin on his head was cut off, revealing the withered Tianling Cap skull.

The remaining skin on the forehead was cut into the shape of a mountain-shaped crown. Steel nails were inserted into each peak of the crown, just like hanging a New Year picture, to stabilize the appearance.

The lips were completely cut off, like a grinning clown.

His chest was exposed, and three pairs of lightning-shaped exposed scars were symmetrically carved on his chest along his ribs.

The abdomen looks like an unsewed wound from a caesarean section, with an upside-down key-shaped iron handle inserted into the navel.

"I personally offered countless sacrifices to you."

"Are these my rewards?!" Thorndike asked painfully while being hung.

"Isn't this what you have been chasing so hard for? We have been like this for thousands of years." The monk from Keyhole Hell pierced Thorndike's body with a sharp blade again as he spoke.

This is not torture for the body, but for the soul.

"Stop, please. I have always followed your orders very well in the past. Give me another chance!"

"I have found another heinous and filthy soul in this world. I can bring him to you right away. All I want is to rebirth myself!" Thorndike said painfully.

As a worshiper of hell, he had done countless things in the world for the monks of Keyhole Hell. He thought that he would be able to get the ultimate enjoyment, but no one had ever told him that it was this kind of enjoyment.

"Can't we think about it, Master?"

"Is there no room for mercy?"

Hearing this plea, under the monk's right foot, a creature with black body, yellow eyes, and a hedgehog sticking out of its back, densely packed steel spikes exposed through the skin, looked like a monkey. He spoke.

When the monk from Keyhole Hell heard these words, he slowly released the sharp dagger in his hand, turned his head, looked down at the monkey-like creature, clasped his hands together, and said in praise:

"A heart of mercy, my little onyx?"

"Oh, what a touching vulgarity!"

While speaking, the index finger of his right hand with needle-like nails gently pressed on the head of the monkey-shaped creature.

This little thing didn't even have time to beg for mercy. The moment it was touched, it dried up and turned into a puddle of ashes.

"You have aroused the sympathy of this little pet, Thorndike. This makes me have to put an end to its existence!"

After completing the action as if brushing away the dust, the monk continued to turn his gaze to Thorndike.

The steel nails and daggers pierced into Thorndike's body seemed to have turned into squirming living creatures, and the extremely painful feeling penetrated Thorndike's whole body.

This gave his soul, which was about to become numb, a whole new level of pain. His soul, which had been tortured to the point of collapse, was forcibly held together by these steel nails, causing his pain to exceed the limit of what an individual soul could endure.

"It's not me! It's not my fault, please. We are obviously still in the transaction period, this is not in line with the process."

The intense pain even made Thorndike's soul smell bad.

"Okay, don't cry anymore. This pain is just a compulsory course for a monk, and that's the end of it!"

"But the role you played in the play 'Death of Little Agate' left a deep impression on the sadistic soul in me, which made me look forward to what's next."

The keyhole monk half-raised his palms, showing an expression of afterthought.

"What else do you want?"

"Just as you said, offer the sinful soul you selected to complete the deal of your rebirth. I look forward to your eyes!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm free!"

The chains were tied up, and Thorndike's body fell to the hot ground, but he had ignored the scorching heat, and had only one thought in his heart: relief, relief, relief!

Thorndike immediately communicated with Delming who was still in the basement through the broken bones he had left behind.

"what's next?"

"What should I do next, sister Lidya, please guide me, please, give me clear instructions!"

Delming held a woman's severed arm and knelt on the blood-soaked ground. His expression was full of anxiety and he asked the corpse pieced together on the wall.

".Blood.!" Thorndike's voice came from the corpse, and his voice was full of desire.

But Delming no longer cared about this. He immediately picked up the dagger that was stained with unknown dirt and even some rust on the wooden table, turned around and walked towards the basement door.

Blood, blood, blood.

Delming's face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he kept mumbling these two words. He thought of the locksmith in the bedroom.

He had forgotten Thorndike's previous reminder to ask the locksmith to open the lock.

In the living room of No. 4c,

The young man who had just followed Wu Heng's instructions and painted the dissolving spell with table salt, covered the carpet back to its original place, and in a professional manner, tore the photo of the dissolving spell into pieces,

He came to the door of the bedroom again and said:

"Hey, locksmith."

"If my brother doesn't ask, don't say I've been here. If he does, haha. Then tell him the truth!"

The young man felt that he left without saying a word, and he always felt a sense of loss, as if the other person was a fool or didn't care about the book at all, and didn't discover his masterpiece at all.

Isn’t that a waste of time?

But locksmith Andy turned a deaf ear to the young man's voice.

His eyes were almost stuck to the keyhole of the wall, and the tears secreted from his pupils had wetted the wall to the size of a fist.

It's just that the young man didn't notice this abnormality when he looked from the side. When he saw Andy didn't speak, he was about to continue speaking.

But he heard a low gasp behind him.

"Oops!" The young man's heart sank. This was the feeling that there was someone behind him.

"I hope it's not the homeowner, but the locksmith seems to be asleep at this time. If it is the homeowner, maybe I can get away with pretending to be the locksmith's apprentice again."

The young man's mind changed rapidly. He managed his facial expression in a moment and planned to turn around naturally.

puff--!

The friendly smile that the young man had just shown froze on his face. He lowered his head sluggishly, and then his pupils quickly contracted.

I only saw the tip of a half-inch dagger protruding from my chest.

He was actually stabbed to the core.

"I'm dying!"

"What the hell, I haven't spent the five thousand dollars I just earned yet." This thought immediately came to the young man's heart.

Poof!

After stabbing him twice again, three penetrating wounds appeared on the young man's body.

Mr. Delmin, who has killed dozens of people in a row, will naturally not commit the stupid behavior he did as a novice, like talking nonsense and not knowing how to last a blow.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

‘Stab three times in the back, don’t speak until you stab three times’, this is Delmin’s code of conduct.

None of the people who died in his hands died head-on.

"It's so cheap, you bitch!" The young man said this intermittently with blood in his mouth and extremely unwilling to accept it.

boom!

The young man, whose body had been fatally injured and had only residual consciousness, was still struggling with the five thousand dollars in his pocket. However, he was suddenly pushed to the ground by a strong push from behind.

His body fell straight down and hit the floor, bouncing up another three inches before falling back down.

His nose was smashed flat, he was completely in a coma, and he quickly died in a coma.

"The blood is there, the blood is there...!"

Delming murmured, holding the young man's hind legs, pulling out a bloody trail, and returned straight to the basement.

And Andy, the locksmith in the bedroom,

But he turned a deaf ear to the exciting scene at the door, and didn't even bother to look back. He just kept studying the lock on the wall.

He felt like he was about to solve the mystery.

"This is... that word, that word that is more mysterious than these symbols!"

The pupils had been stuck to the painted wall and were constantly squeezed and eroded by the lime powder, causing the eyeballs to become congested and swollen, but Andy finally noticed the change.

Under the intense stinging pain in his eyeballs and under the guidance of such pain, he saw those symbols gradually converging into a complete vocabulary:

"Pain is the key!"

The words fell,

A deep blue light lit up in the bedroom, drowning out all the filth and chaos, but it blinked and was swallowed up by the overwhelming darkness.

At the end of the locked passage, in the dense darkness, a little redness oozed out, gradually growing in size, like an entrance, an entrance to a mysterious realm, filled with gleaming blood.

In the red foam, Andy saw a person or a humanoid creature coming on a wave of blood.

That's a terrifying alien monster!

"Oh God! Who did I attract with that hoarse wail?!"

Andy, who had regained his senses a little at this time, pulled his dry and painful eyeballs away from the tear-stained wall in fear.

He took two steps back in fear, but tripped over the bed behind him and fell down.

"God, what have I done!"

The wall was like an ancient door, with a crack opened, and a cold breath and endless wailing came from inside.

"You opened the door to dreams!"

The monk from Keyhole Hell slowly walked out from inside, and said in a cold and pleased voice.

Andy finally saw clearly the scene inside the door that he longed for, saw the lingering Thorndike, and saw the manifestation of pain.

"Welcome to join, Mr. Andy, as you think, this is hell, and as an order, we need your locksmith skills!"

The keyhole monk finished speaking, and before Andy could answer, a steel nail with a wire flew into the body of the locksmith Andy.

Uh-huh!

"Ah, it hurts. This is not the scene I expected!"

Andy's body twitched and he whined.

Countless black spikes suddenly appeared all over his body, like a humanoid cactus.

But that subtle prism,

More like the tips of iron nails.

boom--!

These tiny nail tips suddenly swelled and turned into iron nails one finger thick and one foot long. They clustered into a huge human-shaped sea urchin.

And poor Mr. Andy has been torn and crushed into pieces by these crowded nails.

Inside the wall, the damaged Thorndike had disappeared into place with the help of the opened passage.

Because no one used the coordinates of his death to perform blood sacrifices to summon and resurrect him, he could only return to the human world by temporarily opening the hell passage.

In the basement,

Along with the young man's body, he was dragged in and thrown at the feet of the pieced together body.

The corpse on the wall suddenly opened its eyes, and the young man's corpse was visibly dry, with all the blood in the body drained.

"Haha, I'm finally back, it's done!"

The resurrected Thorndike broke free from the wall. With the replenishment of blood, his face had repaired into its original square and resolute face.

Some complete donors and blood, he does not need other people's face.

"You, you are the owner of that voice. Are you sister Lidya? But you are a man!"

Delming sat on his knees, raised his head, and asked in a daze.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

Thorndike walked up to Delming, stroked Delming's face, and said softly:

"No one else knows how to listen to your heart with all your heart, except me."

"Those ordinary people cannot understand your behavior. What you did has nothing to do with death, nor is it destruction."

“But create!”

"Just like my current body, Delmin, I know you have paid a lot for me and opened a new life for me."

Under Thorndike's touch, Delming's face was smeared with the blood stained by Thorndike's palms. Under the mixture of red and white skin, he actually showed a little shyness:

"I I just.!"