Chapter 49: A house that cannibalizes people

Author: Going to the Winter

Chapter 49: A house that cannibalizes people

The power of command fades.

The devil of the sand pile was dumb. The five eyes became disordered again, and the derailed train was wandering around his body like a whirlwind.

The Son of Chaos is harmless.

After thinking about this answer, I think about it. It seems understandable.

He turned his head and patted the cage of the rest stone texture.

A rest stone is something harder than a soul—better than a soul, it does not react with any matter, energy, or law.

The rest stone, like a literal meaning, can rest forever once it is imprisoned. It forms a perfect cooperation with the energy array directly linked to the Hell Lord.

"Oh haha?"

The sand-shaped demon regained his agility and arched to the edge of the cage.

"Do you want to die?"

Say politely to check.

...

Generally speaking, he won't ask this question.

After all, there are too many demons locked up here. However, this one just helped him, although it was completely out of passivity.

The five eyes of the Sandpit Demon were turning back and forth.

"I want to go out, yell." He said honestly.

Yizha looked up and looked up.

Liaoyuan's exit looks like a small dot with a dim yellow and blurry head.

"Okay. Listen to me. You decide."

He lowered his head and took a deep breath.

“It will be the top of your turn in the room you are in after 32,400 years, and then you can go out.

For these 32,400 years, you have no food or drink. No one comes to see you.

No one plays with you. No one comes to play with you.

You can't sleep because every day there are other guys yelling in your ears.

If you don't have ears, they will just keep calling in your mind.

You will get sick at any time. The kind of disease that demons can't imagine is because the energy radiation here is too complicated.

You can't die so quickly when you get sick, because the devil just doesn't die easily.

But you can't get better either. Your whole body will rot - at that time you will have one more hobby, which is to keep picking up your eyeballs.

After a while, you don’t even have to play with this, and your eyes are broken.

If there is any festival, the great King of Demons will randomly draw a few of you to light a soul lamp to help you liven up.

If something bad happens, the great King of Demons will randomly draw a few of you to light a soul lamp to help you entertain.

If anything good happens...

Oh. For you, nothing good happened.

There was a prisoner who went out.

However, in the entire history of Chaos Hell, there is only one demon.

As far as I know, it was a century ago in the isolated island, seven thousand years ago.

so,

Do you think the next lucky person you can get out will be you?"

It's over with the words of check.

The low-level demon, which was shaped like a pile of sand, was stunned by the words.

His five eyes no longer moved quickly, and a row of buttons stopped on the same side.

"oh oh……"

His wrinkled mouth stuttered.

I didn't say anything or look at him, reducing his pressure.

The devil of the sand pile slowly collapsed into a very thick cake.

"Don't leave! I'll think about it!"

He suddenly screamed in a sound that would tear the fabric.

I opened my hands and spread out, which means - I didn't move.

After a while.

"I……"

"I……"

"I...I want to die."

Finally the low-level demon whispered.

Draw the knife to find out.

"Do you want to go to Gammeniti, or do you want to die?"

"I want to die."

This time the low-level demon answered very simply.

As soon as he finished speaking, a scimitar that shot black particles cut him open.

Black fireworks jet.

"Oh...thank you." The voice of the low-level demon disappeared with existence.

To recover the Yin iron scimitar.

He clapped his hands and stepped over the stump of the eccentric door's fat lower lip.

Walk into that uncomfortable passage.

...

...

...

He stepped on the ground like a quagmire.

The ground is as soft as sugar, and a deep footprint falls when you step on it.

But the second step can no longer be stepped on.

The first recoil from stepping on the ground made Yi Cha's body float up.

No gravity...

no.

To check, lift your legs, spread your wings in the narrow passage to maintain balance, and barely prevent your wings from touching the yellow-green liquid patrolling around.

It's the gravity is completely confused.

He could feel his body being constantly being pulled back and forth by gravity that changed directions without any regularity. He had to constantly change the direction of his wings with gravity.

fine.

He made himself get used to this feeling, curled up and rushed forward quickly.

...

This secret passage gradually became difficult to move forward.

Every time he advanced, the walls, the floors, and the mucus that was sprinkled around became a little messy in his vision.

The fragments of all sizes were peeled off from their original positions, accompanied by black smoke, thrusting back and forth irregularly.

It's a bit like destroying the concrete form of energy that can be seen in energy vision, but the difference is that it is in both fields of view.

Moreover, based on the fact that half of the yellow-green droplet that I accidentally bumped into just now, the material form of these things has indeed changed.

This is something I've never seen before.

He hovered in the air and stared at the fragments of all sizes, and pulled off half of his sleeve corroded by the droplets, recalling the common manifestations of various common domain energy.
To be continued...