"Be careful not to be fooled by it. We don't know whether 575 is a demon, but this guy's personality is not much better than that of a demon."

Before entering the shelter, Professor Yin was instructing Wang Yao. More than a dozen observers were on standby in the small hall behind. A staff member handed over the headset to Wang Yao, but he was taken away by Professor Yin and said to him: "This is not an experiment, you don't need to prepare those. At the same time, if there is no abnormality, it will not be recorded in the archives. Just treat it as an ordinary transaction."

Wang Yao nodded and turned around and walked into the storage room. A huge observation window behind him could see the staff in the small hall. They could also see inside.

There is a small white room in the storage room, with two chairs facing each other, one is an ordinary swivel chair, and the other is a dark wooden chair with some worn patterns. The room has a strange smell, and Wang Yao sniffed it, which is an indescribable smell and a faint scent of sulfur.

Looking back at Professor Yin who smiled at him in the observation window, Wang Yao felt a little clear in his heart. The indescribable smell should be a flammable object. After all, it is related to the demon, so we must be cautious.

"I thought you would be a pig, a sheep or something." As soon as he sat in the seat, Wang Yao was straight to the point. However, in the eyes of outside observers, he seemed to be talking to himself in the unmanned chair.

"I'm happy." A middle-aged man in a bald suit appeared on the opposite seat, wearing a silver-white suit with a sexy bag, but there was no clothing inside to make it look a bit out of place. He had pointed leather shoes under his feet, and there were no socks. "Do you want to make a deal?"

Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly. There is no precedent in the 575 document that he took the initiative to file a transaction. His cold face showed a look of interest: "Tell me, let me see."

"Give me all your abilities, and you will return to an ordinary person. And I will let you get rid of some trouble." Satan leaned forward, almost leaving the chair under him, with a strange smile on his face, and a few strange laughs: "For example, the guy who comes to you once a month."

It knows much more than you think.

Wang Yao stared at it quietly for a long time until a strange whisper sounded in the outside hall, and then smiled faintly: "Reject."

"Tsk." Satan curled his lips, crossed his legs and leaned back on the chair. "Then what do you want to trade? Don't be like those miscellaneous people, and ask me to come out every day and don't give me anything."

Bang-

As soon as Satan snapped his fingers, a lit cigar appeared on his fingertips. It took a deep breath, swallowed the clouds and swayed at Wang Yao again: "Come on one? As long as you live a year, you have more. Maybe you can't use it."

"Wang Yao, I can't feel its existence." Xiao Wu whispered in the neck.

"Of course, you're just a parasite." Satan on the opposite side laughed strangely.

Wang Yao's face turned cold, he leaned forward, staring at it with cold eyes: "I don't want to listen to you again."

"What three words? Are you just? Or parasitic..."

Wang Yao's sudden palm broke its words. Just like when he was treating Green, his five fingers tightly pinched Satan's twisted surface and squeezed it hard!

puff--

Just as the gas was squeezed out, Satan on the opposite side turned into a burst of blue smoke. Just when Wang Yao thought the transaction had failed, the blue smoke condensed again in the opposite seat.

"The guy who can't be beaten." Wang Yao whispered.

"You are such a mess! You dare to beat me! Jesus has never beat me! Cough--bah!" When he was angry, Satan coughed out a mouthful of phlegm and spit out at Wang Yao.

With his head tilted back to dodge, Wang Yao looked at it with some pity: "Is this your attack method? It's so terrible."

The scene was quiet for a few seconds. Satan suddenly curled his lips and leaned back lazily on the carved wooden chair, looking at Wang Yao bored: "Tsk, it's so boring. I also want to see you humans show their self-righteous and proud look."

It finally looked a little devilish at this time, such as capriciousness.

"Take out the thing in your arms, I've felt it since you got it."

Wang Yao did not hesitate. He reached out and took out the parchment paper. It was wrinkled, as if a ball of waste paper was unfolding again. Since he discovered its indestructible properties, Wang Yao no longer deliberately protected this parchment paper.

"What do you want to trade? But it's a bit difficult... You don't need money, status, and strength. This thing is not worth so much, so it's difficult." Satan rubbed his chin, as if he was really thinking seriously.

"I have it. How about changing the news about this thing?" Satan suddenly slapped his thigh and thrust his chin.

"What news."

"About what happened to you in 46 days, I seem to have accidentally revealed the time." Satan looked annoyed that he accidentally let out a sigh.

Wang Yao still looked as usual: "No, I will know sooner or later."

“It’s useless to you.”

"It is worth 20 contribution points." Wang Yao calmly raised the parchment.

Satan suddenly turned into a middle-aged man with a deep despair in his eyes: "I...I really need it, please give it to me... Without it, I will die..."

Satan is extremely exaggerated, and it is like this from the beginning of the transaction. Exaggerated emotions and actions always give people a strange mind, just like... it is like something is covering the outer skin of a human.

It's a bit chilling.

Wang Yao saw through this, so his face remained dull.

"Tsk, it's really a human who doesn't eat soft and hard." In a flash, Satan repelled all his previous emotions and restored his previous image as a ruffian: "Tell me, what do you want."

"What can you give me?"

"I am the Lord of Hell, I am the Lord of Hell, I am the Lord of Hell!"

"I know, what do you want to express."

"What you want! I have... but you can't afford the price."

"Since that's the case, the transaction is over." Wang Yao stood up from the wooden chair and suddenly looked slightly moved.

"Why haven't you disappeared yet?"

An unexpected scene, Satan was still sitting in his seat!

Wang Yao's heart sank, something troubles are about to happen.

"I am Satan. Do you think a small wooden chair can really limit me? Bullshit." Satan also stood up from the seat and walked to Wang Yao.

As it approached, a wave of fear that was extremely violent, like a storm wave swept across the heart. This fear was indescribable. Even Wang Yao's scalp was numb and his back was instantly penetrated by cold sweat.

Satan walked up to him, and at the same time a strong smell of sulfur penetrated into Wang Yao's nose.

Wang Yao was obviously one head taller than Satan, but he felt that he was an ant under the feet of a giant. Even the ancient evil god in the hut in the forest could not bring him such a huge sense of oppression.
Chapter completed!