Chapter 272 Re-Entering the Hell Monk World

[Successfully used the admission ticket to Ghost Chaser World, and it will be teleported after 5 seconds! 】

5, 4, .2, 1

The remaining light from the broken scroll in Wu Heng's hand gathered together and turned into a black vortex.

There was a strong suction coming from the vortex, and he felt as if he was being forced into the sewer.

It seemed like only a second had passed, and it seemed like a year had passed.

Wu Heng only felt that the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, then suddenly brightened, and he had entered the world of the plot.

At the same time, I also received a reminder from Ta Yin:

[World: "Devil Chase 2"]

[Survival mission: Survive for one month (Complete the mission, and you will be rewarded with 500 survival points.)]

[Story mission: none]

【Number of people entering: 1】

[Countdown to arrival: 10 minutes (enter now)]

Wu Heng stood in the space cover in mid-air in the plot world and saw the information in front of him. He did not expect that after using the ticket, there would be no plot missions.

think carefully,

In fact, this can be considered a benefit. After all, reaching 30% exploration of the plot world is equivalent to gaining new plot participation time.

And even if you do nothing, you can get 500 survival points for nothing.

But who is eligible to obtain the admission ticket and use it, who would enter the plot purely for 500 survival points?

These worlds themselves are the greatest wealth.

Looking at the information prompt of ‘The Ghost Chase 2’, Wu Heng roughly recalled the original plot:

The main story is that after Christine escaped from the monks in hell, she went to a mental sanatorium for treatment. It turned out that the director, Channard, was a guy who pursued the brain's senses, explored the limits of the spirit, and conducted a large number of experiments on mental patients.

The little girl Tiffany who stays in the hospital is a very talented girl in terms of puzzles and puzzles.

Channard used the mattress to resurrect Christine's stepmother Julia. With the help of Tiffany's hand, the two opened the passage to hell and entered hell together to pursue the ultimate experience.

Being trapped in the giant mystery box in hell, Leviathan, felt Channard's abnormal life and twisted soul, and chose to take matters into his own hands and transform him into a monk.

Christine, who was also in the hospital, also picked up the mystery box and chased into hell, trying to rescue her father who was killed.

but,

Because of Wu Heng's intervention, Christine's father is not dead now, and even Julia's mattress was burned to ashes.

I don’t know what the current plot has become.

Wu Heng simply stopped thinking and made a choice:

"Enter now!"

Then his vision dimmed, and he felt that he had appeared in a place filled with the smell of moisture and rotten wood, and the surrounding temperature was also a bit cold.

"Oh! May that sweet, throbbing, ecstatic gift come through the pain. Please let it slide down my throat, pass through my stomach, and merge into my body."

"When the arteries no longer pump blood."

"When the liver no longer secretes bile."

"The urine in my bladder dries up to salt, and only the scarlet color drowns me."

"In this dark night, in this flicker of black light, please respond to me, come according to my will, let the burning desire and the cold twitch surround me."

"Please let this beauty come. Can this beauty really come?"

Wu Heng heard a burst of fanatical chanting, and he felt the coldness of the floor and the imprisoned hands.

He quickly opened his eyes and stood up from the ground,

With a slight exertion of both hands, the chains binding the wrists were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground, making a series of jingling sounds, like some kind of signal.

Wu Heng lowered his head and observed himself. The cross-pattern scar that had just been scratched on his chest had completely healed.

He was still wearing Dean Miranda's expensive shirt, but it had been cut into pieces by a sharp blade.

He turned to look at the person who made the sound,

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a chubby boy who looked to be only 12 years old.

The little boy's round and rosy face was full of dull expression. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He didn't even notice the clear snot flowing to his lips. He was holding a book with a skull printed on it in his hand. Cover of books.

Looking at the bright colors and glossy pages, it is obvious that this is a book that was printed and distributed in bulk.

The most important thing is,

This little boy was actually wearing the limited edition windbreaker that belonged to Dean. The windbreaker was already stained with a lot of blood.

The cuffs were so dark that they were shiny, and there was still the newly stained transparent mucus on them, which had not dried, causing dark wet spots to appear.

Combined with the little boy's nose, it's self-evident

He didn't know how long he had been wearing this windbreaker and how many times he had wiped it.

"Are you a summoned devil?"

The little boy came back to his senses, blinked his innocent big eyes, wiped his nose with his wide sleeve again, pulled out a ten centimeter long silver thread, and then asked blankly.

Then, without waiting for Wu Heng to answer, he shouted loudly toward the basement stairs:

"Dad, Mom, come on, I used the ingredients I reserved to summon the devil!"

"The devil who can grant wishes."

Wu Heng ignored the boy and quickly felt the memory of this body. He indeed preserved Dean Miranda's identity.

But because he returned in time when the monks of the Ice Hell met the Singers.

I don’t know whether the lighthouse is particular or not. After he re-entered, he arranged his return as a random transmission.

A full half a year has passed now.

Half a year ago, the teleportation disappeared; half a year later, he suddenly appeared in Riverdale Town, Bronx County, New York.

It's only a 20-minute drive from Manhattan Island.

Dean suddenly appeared on the side of the road in Riverdale Town at night, and was discovered by a couple who happened to be out hunting. After that, they stabbed him twice more before picking him back up.

Wu Heng originally thought that no adults would believe the child's cry.

Who knew that as soon as the fat boy finished speaking, there was a burst of anxious footsteps from the ceiling of the basement.

The door to the basement was opened, and then a thick shadow was reflected on the wooden stairs and extended to the floor.

"Fake, you bastard, what did you do? I didn't tell you not to touch things!"

A sturdy, panting man with a leprosy head and thick hair, wearing pajamas, holding a saw with a sharpened blade in his hand, walked down the stairs.

Behind him was a woman with disheveled hair, her eyes sunken like a vulture.

As soon as the strong man came down the stairs, he saw Wu Heng standing. His expression froze, and he held the saw that was sharpened like a blade across his chest, and then looked at the little boy again.

He reached out and grabbed the book in the boy's hand, glared at the child with bloodshot eyes, looked down at the content of the book, and then looked up at Wu Heng.

"Look, my wife, I am convinced that this person is dead, but he is standing now. Is he really a devil?"

The man handed the written content to the woman who was already protecting the little boy by her side.

"Seems like, luckily I didn't cook him last night."

"I heard that devils can fulfill people's wishes, as long as they accept the sacrifice." The woman rolled her eyes and whispered.

When the two said this, they looked at each other.

There was an emotion called greed in his eyes.

After Wu Heng recalled the memories in his mind, he first looked at the environment in the basement.

The dim lights flickered on and off, barely illuminating the place.

Debris and dusty furniture were piled up around the wall. The corners were covered with moss. In the shadows against the wall, there were three blood-stained refrigerators.

One of the refrigerators was already filled with goods, and the lid was opened, revealing the bodies that had been cleaned inside.

The water marks on the ground and the dirt on his back made Wu Heng certain that he was also pulled out from inside.

"What a unique way to appear." Wu Heng smiled lightly.

Focusing his eyes on the ground, this magic circle carved with coarse salt was what caught his attention.

He could feel that there was a certain amount of binding energy in it. If an ordinary curse disciple were here with this energy, he would probably not be able to move, but he had already gotten rid of the shackles of the curse disciple.

This magic circle on the ground can only make him feel a sense of restraint, but it actually has no effect on him.

"Hey, devil, listen!"

At this time, the strong and ugly man had already finished reading the contents of the book. This book was his trophy, a book captured from the hands of a delicious teacher.

And that teacher had been digested by him as early as a week ago.

The man's shouting interrupted Wu Heng's observation.

"Although I don't know why you, a devil, don't have horns and are resurrected through the body, but since it was my son who summoned you."

"If you accept the sacrifice, it means that the ceremony has been established. You must obey my orders from now on."

"I command you to hand over your name and become my slave."

When the man said this, the greed and hunger in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work!" Wu Heng replied while sensing the efficacy of the magic circle painted with coarse salt in front of him.

"No, then I will give our family infinite wealth and immortality."

"Can't give it!"

"Then I want to become the richest man in the United States and also be the Speaker."

"No, not enough chips."

Wu Heng could really fulfill this last request, but he didn't have time to do such a thing for an ordinary person.

"Damn it, you can't do this, you can't do that, then what the hell do you do."

"What can you give us? If it doesn't work, just go back to hell and give us back the food we sacrificed!"

"Food, do you mean this body?"

"Of course."

Wu Heng smiled when he heard this, and said in a gentle voice: "It seems that you really want to get something from hell, but it's a pity that you summoned the wrong person."

"There is only one thing I can give you."

"What?" the man asked urgently.

"Whatever, don't give it up. It's best to give me a perfect appearance. As a devil, you won't be so useless that you can't even do this, right?"

The vulture woman holding the little fat boy's hand took a step forward in a hurry, surpassing the man by half a body, and rushed to speak.

"All I can give is death!"

“Death is a free gift.”

Wu Heng raised his feet and gracefully walked out of the magic circle surrounded by coarse salt. A nightmare force imprisoned the couple and took the book from the man's hand.

"What makes you talk to me in this tone, just based on the salt on the ground?"

He looked at the contents above and found that the name of this magic array was 'Dissolution Array'.

According to the above records, it will have a certain binding effect on some demons and evil creatures.

"The devil. The devil is out!"

"Wow. Mom!"

Although the three people cannot move, their mouths can still speak.

"I want to know where you got this book from. It's very new. It looks like you just bought it a while ago."

Wu Heng looked at this man.

"Let us go and go back to hell with the sacrifices. I don't want the sacrifices anymore. No more!" The man's eyes begged for mercy.

"I don't want to hear nonsense!"

While Wu Heng was speaking, the man's right hand was broken, and his saw and palm fell to the ground together.

"Ah, it hurts. I got this book from a teacher. He has died and became food for our family. It was so delicious that we ate it for three whole days!"

The man tried to use this description to mean that he and Wu Heng were the same kind of people. Wu Heng was the real devil, and he was the devil in the world, so as to draw closer to each other.

"His suitcase is at the top of the right corner," the man replied.

The woman saw the miserable condition of her man, including the blood splashing on her eyelids, which made her eyes oxygenate, but she did not dare to blink for fear of blood falling into her eyes, which frightened her.

"Everything my husband said is true, he didn't lie to you."

"I summoned you because a child is ignorant."

"Just pretend that nothing happened, let us go, and go back to where you belong. The corpses in the refrigerator are all gifts we prepared for you." The woman's mouth was still stained with oil. Just now He should be eating.

As he spoke, the smell of meat hit his nostrils.

"Your mouth stinks."

The smell made Wu Heng frown. With a flick of his finger, the woman's head exploded, and the smell of blood slightly obscured the other person's breath.

Wu Heng waved, and the box in the corner flew towards him and fell into his hands.

"Mom. Mommy bastard, you killed my mother, I'm going to eat you."

"It's noisy!"

Wu Heng snapped his fingers again and made the little guy look like his mother.

When the strong man saw this scene, he immediately endured the pain of his broken palm and forced his mouth shut. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He did not dare to open his mouth to breathe out or make any sound.

Wu Heng rummaged through the suitcase. Apart from some changes of clothes, there were only three notebooks. A thicker green-covered notebook was for teaching records, and a medium-thick red-covered notebook was for daily schedules.

The thinnest yellow-covered diary is an accounting form in which all daily expenses are recorded in a list.

Wu Heng also quickly found the information he needed:

‘April 2,

Buy a shirt, spend $20;

To buy books, it costs $10;

Donate $200 to Marian Welfare Home. ’

Combining what was recorded in the diary: ‘On April 2nd, today I have a day off. I will first go to Cairns Shopping Mall to buy a piece of clothing, then go to Marian Welfare Home in Hatton to visit the children, and then go to Jianxi Forest to paint. ’

The combination of the two has determined the general scope of the other party. There are only so many bookstores and it is easy to find.

Wu Heng looked at the little boy's windbreaker, which was completely stained red, and shook his head. It was completely unwearable.

He took out a black windbreaker from the phylactery and put it on before preparing to leave. The sturdy man quietly trapped aside just breathed a sigh of relief when Wu Heng turned his head and said warmly:

"By the way, although the choices are limited, I am still willing to give you death if I can."

The strong man's eyes were full of horror: "No, go back to hell, you damn thing, I don't need the death you gave me. Since you took away my wife and son, stay away from me!"

"you are wrong!"

"It's a gift, not a gift."

After the words fell, in the man's puzzled eyes, his head also exploded, and three corpses of a family were lying together warmly.

A gift represents the consent of both parties, but a gift only requires unilateral consent.

But it is obvious that this strong man is completely different from the Chinese.

Wu Heng shook his head boredly. He felt that his humor was completely wasted, although no one thought it was very humorous.

Just when Wu Heng raised his feet to leave,

The door to the basement was opened again, and a girl with fair and delicate skin, wearing a short skirt, a tube top, and carrying a shoulder bag stood at the door.

She glanced at Wu Heng in surprise, and then at the three corpses under the dim light.

His expression changed, but he said calmly:

"Are you a victim kidnapped by my family? It seems that they chose the wrong target this time and suffered retribution instead."

"You go, I've long been tired of this bad habit, and I hate this family so much."

"I just want to get away from all this killing and death."

As she spoke, the girl revealed the braces that were used to straighten her teeth. Not only did she not try to lock the basement door, she took a step back and completely opened the way.

It seemed that he was expressing his sincerity in letting Wu Heng leave.

Wu Heng was not surprised by the girl's arrival. He just heard the sound of the door opening outside. The girl must have just returned home.

The corpses in the basement of this house have confirmed that this is a family of ogres, which seems to have been influenced by a certain culture. There are many ordinary ogres in this place.

Wu Heng did not change because of the girl's appearance or words. He still gracefully walked up the steps step by step, and said in a teaching tone:

"You want to get rid of death, but death doesn't want to get rid of you."

"Some things, once they happen, can't be stopped."

"It's like if I killed your whole family, am I just so satisfied that I just stop?"

"No, life is not like this. In reality, only by eradicating the roots can future troubles be eliminated!"

Wu Heng stretched out his palm, and the nightmare force came out of his palm, wrapped around the girl's body, and blew it into pieces.

A three-centimeter-wide piece of gum fell at the door. The braces were broken, revealing the delicate teeth inside, which were stained with black fascia-like dirt.

This is a change in teeth caused by frequent cannibalism.

After walking out of this luxuriously decorated single-family house, Wu Heng decided to find the original copy of the skull book with the magic circle first.

There might be a hermit watching over Christine, just in case she hasn't found the Selluent spell yet.

There is a lack of a means to restrain the Hell Monks, and perhaps a substitute can be found here.

Because this magic circle reminded him of a plot.