Chapter 276 The Gift of Lock (4K)

In bedroom 4c,

Andy, the locksmith, was still studying the door lock with fascination.

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

"Rings within rings, words within words, suffering within suffering. Worlds within worlds!" Andy's eyes were filled with bloodshot, and he kept muttering in a low voice.

He could feel that on the other 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, in the world on the other side of the lock.

A person's screams and pleas were constantly ringing.

"I want to leave, leave, leave, let me out!"

His body, starting from the pelvis and extending downwards, including his legs, had completely turned into bones, with countless steel nails nailed into the bones. His right calf bone was broken and fell to the ground.

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

His arms had lost their skin, and the exposed purple-red muscles were tattered and pierced with uneven steel nails.

These steel nails penetrated the muscle plexus and pierced the bones, and emerged from the other side, just like the pioneer-level enthusiasts of body piercing. Compared with these, tongue studs and lip rings are simply weak.

Seven or eight feet long sharp blades were inserted into the abdomen.

"You are a despicable guy who doesn't keep your word. I don't want these!"

"This is unfair. I was deceived by you." The man who was hung here wailed loudly.

With every opening of his mouth, it can be clearly seen that there are dense steel needles inserted in the gaps between his tongue and gums.

Perhaps because the blood had dried up, no bright red flowed out of his lips while he spoke.

"Thorndike, you used to be so lustful."

"But now you have become so petty that I can't get excited!"

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

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

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

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

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

The abdomen looked like a wound that had not been sutured after a caesarean section, and an upside-down key-shaped iron handle was embedded in the navel.

"I have personally offered countless sacrifices for you!"

"And these are my rewards?!" Thorndike, who was hanging, asked painfully.

"Isn't this what you have been pursuing? We have been doing this for thousands of years." The monk of Keyhole Hell stabbed Thorndike's body with a sharp blade again while speaking.

This is not a torture for the flesh, but for the soul.

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

"I have found another unforgivable and dirty soul in this world. I will bring him to you soon and I only want to let myself be reborn!" Thorndike said painfully.

He was originally a hell worshiper and did countless things for the monk of Keyhole Hell in the world. He thought he could get the ultimate enjoyment in return, but no one ever told him that it was this kind of enjoyment.

"Can't we consider it, Master?"

"Is there no room for mercy?"

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

Hearing this, the monk of Keyhole Hell slowly loosened the sharp dagger in his hand, turned his head, and looked down at the monkey-like creature. He clapped his hands and praised:

"Mercy, my little agate?"

"Oh, what a touching vulgarity!"

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

This little thing, before even having time to beg for mercy, immediately dried up and turned into a pool of ashes the moment it was touched.

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

After the monk finished the previous action as if brushing away dust, he turned his eyes to Thorndike.

The steel nails and daggers pierced into Thorndike's body seemed to have become crawling creatures, and the extremely painful feeling pierced Thorndike's whole body.

This made his soul, which was about to be numb, gain a new level of pain. The soul, which was tortured to the point of almost collapsing, was forcibly fixed together by these steel nails, making his pain exceed the limit of the individual soul.

"I didn't do it! It's not my fault, please. We are still in the transaction period, and this is not in accordance with the process."

The intense pain even made Thorndike's soul emit a foul smell.

"Okay, stop crying, this little pain is just a required course for a monk, that's all!"

"But the role you played in the play "The Death of Little Agate" left a deep impression on the sadistic soul in my body, which made me look forward to what will happen 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 remains 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.

Puff!

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, talking nonsense and not knowing how to last a last hit.

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, being constantly squeezed and eroded by the lime powder, which had caused 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. Before Andy could answer, a steel nail with a wire flew into the body of 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.!"