Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

He blinked his eyelids, which had been burnt to the point of cracking, and immediately looked at the kitchen window.

He wanted to confirm whether the window covered by the strange red cloth had been blown open.

Then the young man was disappointed.

Even under such an explosion, the red cloth was still as new as ever!

The walls of the kitchen were all burnt black, but there was not even a speck of dust at the location of the red cloth.

"Ahem. Hehehehe hahaha!"

The young man completely lost the breath of tenacity and sat on the ground. He finally understood it thoroughly.

The monster in front of him was absolutely beyond human power.

He had used the strongest explosive damage of humans, but he had not caused any harm to the other party. There was no more powerful weapon in his room.

He felt his chest burning, as if a pile of fire was lit, and his lungs seemed to be pinched by a hand, and he was a little breathless.

If it weren't for the bloody demon at the door who still did not move, but the red light in his eyes was bright again, sweeping across his body, as if to confirm his life.

He suspected that the demon had pinched his lungs with his invisible hand.

The young man laughed miserably and knocked his head hard. His head was throbbing violently, as if his heart had moved and was beating in his head.

He even heard the beating of his heart in his head.

"Mr. Demon, I seem to be dying. 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. He was very angry because the other party ignored him in a condescending manner.

Although he looked decadent like a waste on weekdays, his IQ was enough to look down on the people around him.

People with high IQ are proud in their hearts.

Just like the young man's heart, but his pride was completely ignored in the face of absolute power.

This was undoubtedly a kind of sadness for him.

But he didn't know that this was a gap in life level. Even if he was proud of his photographic memory, it was only the most basic ability for the blood demon.

And because his life level was just that of an ordinary person, it caused his headache.

If you can become the most common "curseer" in the bloody hell, you can avoid this kind of pain. Of course, after becoming a curser, you will get stronger pain, from the torture of the soul level.

This is inevitable in hell.

"Mr. Devil, are you a vegetable?"

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

"This is not interesting!"

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

His life and death at this moment depended on what the red bloody devil in front of him thought.

In fact, he still had a chance!

That is, he had successfully dialed 911 when he first saw the devil.

If the police officer was smart enough, he might find his location, and maybe it would not be just two ordinary policemen, but the exorcist in the story who could subdue the devil.

Of course, this probability is too slim.

It was so slim that he himself refused to believe this nonsense, so. In fact, he had no other chance.

"Speak up. Cough cough cough cough why don't you speak?"

"Is this interesting, interesting?"

"Aren't you here for my soul? I heard that selling the soul to the devil can be exchanged for health."

"Listen, I am willing to sell my soul to you now in exchange for ten years of health, no illness, especially no headaches, and can sleep peacefully."

"Ten years later, you can come to collect my soul, and I am willing to fall into hell with you."

"Even other conditions are fine, even if you turn me into your slave!"

"What do you mean by just standing there like this?"

The young man said hurriedly, and blood foam splashed everywhere with his saliva.

But he had to say it so hard!

Because he felt his physical condition, his physical strength was rapidly depleting, and he might faint at any time.

If he fainted under the gaze of the devil, he simply couldn't think of the consequences, because at that time he would not even have the rationality to bargain.

It was almost like turning into a dead fish.

"Speak. Can't you speak? Why don't you speak? Then do you know words or body language? I see your neck moving. You are not a dead thing. Speak!!!" The young man almost shouted out.

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

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

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

"Why did you come to me?"

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

It must be another consciousness!

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being called a 'fool'. You must know that in the ancient Eastern country, a fool has another meaning, that is, 'great wisdom appears foolish'!"

"Didn't you say that I came here for your soul."

A ball of black mist emerged from the eyes of the red-clothed bloody demon, and condensed into Wu Heng's strange and crystal-clear shape that could not be offended in the center of the room.

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

After the bloody demon sent him information, he transferred his power from the connection channel with these demons to this place.

The condensed body at this time was just the incarnation of energy.

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

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and laughed bitterly: "Haha, can you regret what you said?"

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

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

Wu Heng looked at the miserable state of the young man, as if it had nothing to do with him, smiled faintly, shook his head and said:

"I don't accept regrets!"

Martin smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, then leave it to you. Will my soul dissipate?"

Wu Heng: "Maybe, maybe not!"

Martin continued to ask: "Will I lose consciousness?"

Wu Heng: "Maybe, maybe not!"

"Okay!" Martin was not disappointed by this uncertain answer at all, nor did he think that he was talking too much, and continued to ask: "Then will I become stronger?"

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