Purple Sweet Potato Essence's Journey to Beauty Man (The Great Demon King of Beauty Man)

My name is Blackheart Demon, the son of Mephisto, Lord of Hell.

My ideal is that one day I can replace my damn father as the new king of hell.

For this reason, I hide my ambitions and accumulate strength in secret. Nearly half of the demons in the hell lords have become my fans. I believe that it will not be long before my wings are full, and I will be able to realize my wish.

I'm going to kick that awful guy off his throne and eat him bite by bite to get all his power.

So, although I was very upset about this errand task, I didn't say a word of complaint, just like a hell lord said to me, I have to know how to act humility and obedience, so that the old man can relax alert.

Anyway, this errand task is very simple, you only need to go to the human world and bring back a biological sample.

As soon as I arrived in the human world, I followed the coordinates to the bottom of the sea. The first thing I saw was what I needed to bring back. It looked like the rhizomes of some kind of plant, which were extremely numerous and very dense.

I started to hate that old bastard again, such a simple task, why did you call me to run errands?Wouldn't it be enough to just send a little devil at will?

This is simply an insult to me!

…………

Unexpectedly, I actually fell for it.

I began to regret my recklessness and underestimation of the enemy.

I am now lying in the coffin, unable to move, unable to shout, unable to struggle, and unable to even use the black magic that I am good at.

Not only that, listening to the weird music playing outside the coffin, my head became more and more confused. The sound was like a magic sound filling my ears, like hundreds of millions of undead shouting in my ears at the same time. I was almost screamed to death.

Those carrying the coffin seemed to be six paper figures. Judging from my experience and vision, they should be "familiars" made of black magic like puppets. It's just that the work of these paper figures was too rough. This coffin It was too bumpy to carry, and he must not have cared about whether the person in the coffin could bear it.

The user experience is extremely poor.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the jolting stopped.

"Crack...Crack!"

The coffin panels were pried open.

The weird music also stopped.

Are you there yet?

Am I finally going to be free?

..............................

Black Heart Demon was tied around the neck by two paper figurines with black chains, and pulled out of the coffin like walking a dog.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that this place was no longer the seabed, but a vast space, and the sun above his head was huge and green.

In front of him is a towering city wall. In front of the city wall is a huge and dry moat. On the moat, there is a pale white bridge. This bridge seems to be alive, because this thing is always crying. Crying makes you feel miserable and miserable.

The paper figurine led the Black Heart Demon like an animal, and the Black Heart Demon followed him stupidly as if his body was being controlled.

Behind the black heart demon, there are sea people arriving one after another. Just like the black heart demon, the souls of these sea people are also tied by iron chains, and they line up one by one, rushing forward.

Walking to the bridge, the Black Heart Demon finally saw two guys who were not paper figurines.

The two wore tall hats, and one was wearing black and one white robes. Among them, the one in the white robe was the scariest—the tongue was so long that it was coiled around the waist, and there was room for it. The tongue serves as a belt.

The two sat behind a wooden case, one took notes with a brush, and the other was in charge of interrogation.

Hei Wuchang: "Name."

Black Heart Demon: "Black Heart Demon."

Of course the Black Heart Demon didn't want to answer, he was very proud, why did these two guys judge the son of the Lord of Hell?

Heh, at this time, he admitted that he is the son of Mephisto again.

Hei Wuchang: "Tsk... be honest with me, how can someone call you this? Your surname is Hei?"

Black Heart Demon: "???"

Hell is not the human world, and his father is not a human being, but he has never been given a decent name.

Hei Wuchang: "Don't understand? Let's put it this way, I also have a nickname, Hei Wuchang, but my real name is Fan Wujiu, and my surname is Fan Wujiu, understand?"

Black Heart Demon: "..."

Hei Wuchang: "Forget it, barbarians from other worlds, ignorant and unrepentant, the black heart demon is the black heart demon."

Bai Wuchang wrote down the words "Black Heart Demon" on the paper.

As soon as these three words were written, many words automatically appeared in the blank space of the paper, listing the crimes committed by the black heart demon in his life.

This was originally a square piece of straw paper with a length of one foot and a width of one foot. Who knew that the evil deeds of the black heart demon could not be written on a single piece of paper, but the paper stretched automatically and grew to a length of more than [-] meters, which was enough to meet the requirements of the number of words on the paper. need.

Having committed so many sins, it is truly "too many to write down"!

"Tsk, tsk, swallowing human souls alive, instigating war, seizing people's bodies to commit evil... Oops, you actually slaughtered an entire city?" Bai Wuchang sighed with his tongue in his mouth, "I didn't expect that the first ghost we received on the first day of our underworld's opening was... That’s it… it’s hard to describe in a word.”

"Yes." Hei Wuchang nodded and agreed: "According to the configuration, the work we are doing now should belong to the judge, right?"

Bai Wuchang was aroused, and said: "I've always wondered, where did the settings of our underworld and the knowledge about the various institutional systems of the underworld come from? It feels like we worked as errands in the underworld in our previous life, so familiar ..."

Hei Wuchang nodded sympathetically and said, "That's true. Moreover, I always feel that the person standing at the bridge should not be us, but an old woman..."

The two actually started chatting like this, leaving the Black Heart Demon aside.

The Black Heart Demon is also a demon who has lived for many years. He is not a fool. He has been trying to analyze his situation based on the dialogue between the black and white guys.

But he couldn't understand it at all.

What is the underworld?What is the judge?

What the hell are they trying to do to me?

Where exactly is this place?

"Oh, let's not talk for now." Hei Wuchang suddenly stopped talking, "Don't let the boss say that we caught fish while on duty... Huh? Another strange knowledge came out, our boss, who is it? Ah, it's the one with the dark face...Old Bai, do you remember?"

Bai Wuchang stroked his long tongue, and his tongue itched when he used his brain: "Don't think about it, let's do the work."

Heiwuchang: "Oh, how should this guy be sentenced?"

Bai Wuchang: "Pull out your tongue and go to hell."

Heiwuchang: "Huh? He has so many crimes, and he only goes to tongue-pulling prison?"

Bai Wuchang: "Hmph, during the period of Yaojun's [Future Tour], he tried to violate Yaojun's avatar, how could he let him go so easily? Tongue-pull purgatory is just a warm-up, the crimes committed by this guy are too numerous to write down, and the 18-story Purgatory has to go all the way."

Heiwuchang: "18th floor...18th floor...yes, yes, although the purgatory below the underworld is still growing, and the sixth floor has just emerged, but I feel that there should indeed be 18th floor..."