Su Mo quickly retreated and avoided these granulations, not because they were too powerful, but because they were really disgusting.

Su Mo is not a person with a cleanliness, but when he can avoid it, he naturally does not want to have any contact with such things.

The granulum kept dancing in the air, gradually forming a huge head, replacing the original head.

And that man also started walking upright to a monster who was now lying on all sides, completely contrary to the human joint form.

Because the head was cut off by Su Mo, the monster did not roar like the same as before. His body moved quickly and pounced towards Su Mo.

The two arms that were broken by Arnold just now had returned to normal as soon as the granulation appeared.

Seeing the monster pounced towards him, Su Mo stood there without moving, just frowned and stared at him, as if he wanted to see clearly what this was.

Just as the monster pounced on Su Mo's head, Arnold's figure appeared in the sky above him and pressed down hard.

Breaks appeared on the ground, and Arnold stepped heavily on the monster.

Su Mo waved his right hand, and the concentric chain wrapped around it turned into extremely sharp thin lines, directly tearing the monster's limbs, instantly causing it to lose its power of movement.

This time, granulations continued to appear at the break - to be precise, nothing appeared, and even blood did not flow out.

The wounds were quite strange in color, like a dead body for a while.

"boom!"

With a sound, gravel splashed past Su Mo's cheek.

Arnold punched the monster's strange head composed of earthworm-like granulation. The head turned into flesh paste under Arnold's fist, and a big hole appeared on the ground.

The monster's originally twisted and struggled, then gradually stopped moving.

After a moment, the monster completely stopped moving. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be true death.

"What is this?" Su Mo asked.

Arnold did not answer Su Mo's words immediately, but reached out to grab the body under his feet that had completely deviated from the human form, and reached out tore off the tights on it.

It can be seen that on the chest of this body, there is something that is the size of an egg, emits extremely faint light, and is constantly dimming.

"The angel's fetus is indeed this vicious thing."

Arnold looked at the thing, with a look of obvious disgust on his face, throwing his body to the ground.

Su Mo squatted down, reached out and grabbed the thing that was half exposed, like an egg.

I still felt a little warm when I bought it, but it was fading away quickly and it soon became as cold as a stone. I reached out and pointed it, and the thing was slightly sunken, and it was unexpectedly quite soft.

"Huh?" Seeing that Su Mo actually touched this thing called the Angel's Fetus, Arno next to him couldn't help but make a surprised voice.

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked.

"Are you... really a demon?" Arnold looked at Su Mo with a strange look.

"What do you think?" Su Mo asked back with a smile.

Arnold shook his head, walked to Su Mo and squatted down.

"You are indeed very strange."

After saying this, Arnold directly reached out and grabbed the angel's fetus.

It was strange to say that the moment Arnold reached out to touch the angel fetus, the gloves on it disappeared. Arnold's fingers seemed to be burned by flames, and quickly became charred, and a bad burnt smell spread out from his fingers.

The angel fetus also turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a pile of gray powder like the inlaid body.

Looking at the few charred fingers on his fingers, Arnold shook his hand expressionlessly, and white gloves appeared on his hand, covering those fingers, looking at Su Mo and said, "Now I know why I say you are strange. The angel fetus is born with great harm to the demons. If its activity had not been reduced to the lowest level, my palm would have turned into charcoal."

"Just think I'm a special one." Su Mo smiled, "Besides, what does it matter if I am a devil? Do you want to devour my soul? Why don't I give you a meal now?"

"I'm not interested, in comparison, I want to fight you more." Arnold's Hong Kong comic power aura burst out again at this moment.

Hell is very vast, and it is not impossible to show up a strange demon who is not afraid of the angel's fetus. Besides, as Su Mo said, whether he is a demon actually has nothing to do with Arnold.

In addition, Arnold didn't feel anything before, and now he is sure that Su Mo's body has an extremely faint and similar smell.

Arnold is not a detective. He likes to peel off some secrets and dig out the truth. He just needs to make sure to eat Benson's soul and can occasionally fight with the strong before this.

The secret hidden behind it?

Sorry, this kind of boring thing has nothing to do with the demon.

"No fight." Su Mo decisively rejected Arnold.

For things like fighting, reasoning, Su Mo avoids it when necessary. He is not the protagonist in fantasy novels. He wants to rely on combat to hone himself and finally embark on the path of an invincible strong man.

"The contract is almost completed." Arno said without thinking, turning around and walking into the manor.

"Is Benson's contract? It's time to calculate it." Su Mo said intimately as he looked at Arnold's back.

Benson's contract was too simple, and even under Benson's deliberate and Arnold's indulgence, he had reached the verge of completion.

The power of the contract is absolute - at least for Arnold and Benson. If you delay it, it will be delayed for a few days at most, and it will be forced to complete and do what both parties should do.

At that time, Benson's soul will be eaten by Arnold, and Arnold will be sent back to hell.

Unless...Arnold takes the initiative to terminate the contract, in this way, Benson will be exempted from the fate of being eaten by the demon and continue to live happily.

"If you finish it, just finish it. Actually, I'm going to be soon." Su Mo shook his head and walked into the manor.

As for the cracks on the street, he was too lazy to care about them, and he didn't even deal with the gray clothes and blood.

Erasing traces? Such a thing is meaningless to Su Mo.

For the Wobus family, these traces also add some boring topics to the topic.

The enemy in the dark will not let the Wobus family go because of whether there are some strange traces.

At most, I just used this excuse to attack the Wobus family.

And Tranton's revenge drama will not end until the last enemy or enemy dies. As long as Tranton and Su Mo do not die, even if the Wabus family plummeted from the marquis to the civilians, revenge will continue.

A situation where you live to the death and never stop.

Sometimes Su Mo's evil tastes arise, and he wants to loudly announce that Wabus's young master is a revenge evil ghost, and see what the people in the imperial capital will react.

After chatting with Hilda for a few words, comforting her without sincerity, Su Mo walked directly into the study.

"Did you find something?" Trandon, behind the desk, raised his head and asked, unaware that there was a battle outside.

"I accidentally caught a big fish, no, I accidentally caught a demon." Su Mo said.

"What does it mean?" Trandon asked, "Is there any other demons in the imperial capital?"

"It's not just a demon, but even an angel. Of course, this is not important. I think this demon will know a lot about your parents and islands." Su Mo said.

"Where is that demon?" Trandon glanced around, "Did you kill him?"

"No, let him out now, Master, please have a good chat with him." Su Mo smiled, "Don't be nervous, he won't and can't hurt you."

As he said that, a large amount of black aura suddenly surged out of Su Mo's body, wrapping Su Mo's whole person. After a moment, the black aura dissipated, but the person who appeared was no longer Su Mo, but the demon Claude!

"My young master is very interested in talking to you." Claude's mouth did not move, but Su Mo's voice came out of him, which sounded extremely strange.

Claude's face was extremely ugly. As a powerful demon, he had no power to resist this young man of unknown origin. The only thing he could do was to fight to the death to resist his "devouring" of himself. This feeling was undoubtedly quite bad.

"What do you want to know, young master?" Claude asked at Trandon after breathing out a breath.

"Everything, everything you know." Trandon said with a little excitement.

"Okay, your parents, Marquis Wabus and his wife, I killed the rest of the Wobs family, and Marquis Monroe, I killed the same." Claude narrated a fact in a plain tone.

Of course, it was impossible for Trandon to calm down. You could hear a crisp crackling sound - uh, it was not the pen that Trandon was holding that was broken by him.

But the guy's thumb was dislocated because of excessive force for a while. The pen used by the Wobs family for the owner of the family was of quite good quality.

The pain from the thumb calmed down Tranton a little: "Why, or who is your master."

"My master is not worth mentioning. He is just a small viscount. Tolanci family, have you ever heard of it?" said Claude.

"Tolanci, Tolanci." Trandon muttered about this guy whose surname was somewhat similar to his name. He really couldn't imagine when the Warbus family would have such a deep hatred with a Viscount family.

"Don't think about it anymore, young master, my master is like you, who are all people who escaped from that island." Claude said with a smile.

"What did you say!"
Chapter completed!