"It's too late. Andrew told him that he was in the mood for some white lies. "Philip, the police already know about you, I told them personally, and I told the Ministry of Magic too. You've never heard of the Ministry of Magic, have you? Philip? they're like a mix of a superpowered buddy and an Inquisition, you're going to fall in love with them, they're going to take care of you like garbage. Oh my God, you're such an interesting prey. “

There was silence. "No way. He said. "You're a liar, Andrew, you're lying. “

"If you think I'm lying, don't hear it, but think about it. Andrew told him. "Oh yes, and Bourne, I've already told him who you are and where you are. “

"You son of a bitch. Philip said. "You son of a bitch, who told you to investigate? Ah? Was it Bourne? Is that what he took you off the street for?"

Andrew laughed, weakly. A burning cabinet fell from the shelf and smashed on the floor tiles at Andrew's feet. It was so hot that the fire continued to burn. "You'll never think of it, will you?

"Who is it?" Philip yelled at Andrew. "Who is it Monica's stinky bitch, or is it her bitch friend Jane?"

"Two good balls, strikeouts, offensive and defensive exchanges. Andrew replied. Fuck, as long as Andrew keeps him talking, maybe he'll be able to stay in the house a little longer and go to the west with Andrew. If Andrew can make him more mad, he could make mistakes.

"Don't talk to him all the time. Betchet said. "He's unarmed, let's kill him and get out of here, or we'll all die." “

"Come on. Andrew said in a cheerful tone. "Fuck, I've got only one rotten life left anyway. I'm going to blow up this house with a fireball, and then you'll know that the Hiroshima bomb was nothing more than a child's firecracker. If there's a kind, it's coming. “

"Shut up. Philip yelled. "Andrew, who the hell called you? “

If Andrew confesses to Monica, he will definitely go to her to settle accounts once he escapes. Andrew must not take such a risk, so Andrew's answer was just an understatement: "Philip, you go and die." “

"Go get the car started. Philip growled. "When you go out from the balcony, the scorpions downstairs are killed when you see someone. “

Andrew heard a voice in the room, and someone walked out the door and ran to the overhanging balcony at the back of the house. The fire continued to burn, and the smoke cast a thick haze in the air.

"Andrew, I have to go. Philip told Andrew. His tone was gentle, and it sounded pleasant. "But I'll have to let you meet something first. “

Andrew felt a slight feeling of nausea.

"Sack. Philip whispered.

The mana fluctuated, and there were flashes of light in the air that began to spin.

"Sack. Philip whispered again, this time louder and more resolute. Andrew heard a voice, a shrill hiss that seemed to come from far away, approaching quickly. The Dark Wizard called the name for the third and last time, and his voice was screaming. "Zac!"

There was a roar of thunder and a disgusting smell of sulphur coming from the room, and Andrew ventured to stick his head out of the long table to take a look.

Philip stood by the sliding glass door that led to the wooden balcony, orange flames lingering on the ceiling on his side, and the smoke kept billowing down, making the whole house look eerie.

Squatting on the floor in front of Philip was the toad demon that Andrew had expelled that night. Andrew knows that if you don't kill it, demons like this won't be killed, and you can only destroy the physical form you created when they came to the mortal world. Just summon it again, and it can easily create a new form.

The crouching thing crouching in front of Philip had a pair of lightning-blue blue eyes, and his eyes were full of red rage, staring straight up at the black-clad wizard. It trembled, eager to pounce on the wizard and tear to shreds the mortal who dared to summon it here.

Philip's eyes were wide open and he looked even more frenzied, revealing a demonic look of concentration. He tilted his head to the side slowly, as if his gaze didn't align with the horizon, and he wanted to adjust with this movement. Andrew was secretly glad that he had closed his third eye. Andrew didn't want to see what it looked like - and Andrew didn't want to see what Philip really looked like.

The demon let out a final frustrated scream, then turned and whispered at Andrew. Philip looked up and laughed maniacally, smug at the demon he had summoned for not having a problem with him. "See, Andrew, the strong survive, and the weak can only be torn to pieces. He clapped his hands at Andrew and said to the demon, "Kill him." “

Andrew struggled to prop up Andrew's legs, leaning his weight against the long table, facing the demon who had gotten up and began to walk slowly towards Andrew.

"Oh my God, Philip. Andrew said. "I really didn't know you were so stupid. “

Philip's smile immediately turned into a sinister sneer. Andrew saw horror touch the corner of his eye, although he had the upper hand, he was still not sure of his chances, and the corner of Andrew's mouth showed a light smile. Andrew shifted his gaze to the demon.

"You really shouldn't just give someone the name of a demon like that. Andrew told him, taking a breath, and then shouting in a commanding tone: "Zac." “

The demon stopped, and when Andrew called its name and shouted at it with willpower, it let out a long howl of pain and rage.

"Sack. Andrew yelled again. Suddenly, Andrew sensed the presence of a demon, and his brain was filled with slippery slime, like a wriggling poisonous earthworm. Stress began to run in Andrew's head, and a terrible pressure appeared on Andrew's temples, so strong that he felt dizzy and almost caused Andrew to lose his balance and fall back to the ground.

Andrew tried to speak again, but the words were stuck in Andrew's throat. Instead, the demon hissed first, and the pressure on Andrew's mind increased, and it wanted to force Andrew to back down and make Andrew give up struggling, so that it could do whatever it wanted to Andrew. The cyan lightning in its eyes became so bright that Andrew couldn't look at it.

It's strange that Andrew actually thought of little Jenny --- Manica's daughter at this moment, Andrew also thought of Hermione lying on a stretcher in the rain with a pale face and unconscious, and Andrew also thought of Tale, who curled up beside Andrew and was powerless to escape.

Andrew has already defeated the frog once, and Andrew can beat it again.

Andrew pronounced the demon's name aloud, and for the third and final time, Andrew's throat burned and ached. The sound was a little slurred and imperfect, and for a moment Andrew thought the tide was over, but Sack howled again, and then slammed into the floor in a rage, swinging its limbs like a poisoned worm, tearing a long crack in the floor. Andrew's whole body went limp, and the feeling of collapse almost made Andrew faint.

"What are you doing?" said Philip in a sharp tone of the octave. "What are you doing?" he glared at the demon in horror. "Kill him, I'm your master!Kill him, kill him!" the demon screamed in rage, moving its fiery gaze to Andrew and Philip, as if deciding who to devour first. Finally, its eyes rested on Philip, who turned pale and ran to the door.

"Oh, you don't want to run. Andrew muttered, throwing the last spell. It was the last time, the last spell Andrew could cast with his magic, and the wind lifted Andrew from the ground. Andrew rushed at Philip like an unsightly human cannon, knocking him out of the doorway. We flew past the demon that was clumsily trying to pounce and towards the railing of the building.

We landed on the edge of the building overlooking the downstairs room, surrounded by a mess of black smoke and red fire. The air was so hot that it was almost impossible to breathe. Suddenly there was another sharp pain in his body, he had never thought that the pain could be so ecstatic, and Andrew took a breath. The smoke burned Andrew in his throat, causing Andrew to cough and gasp for air.

Andrew looked up, and the fire was already spreading everywhere. The devil crouches between us and the only exit. Outside the building, there was chaos, blaze and smoke everywhere – the eerie, dark smoke that was supposed to float up was sinking to the floor like London fog. The pain was so wonderful that Andrew couldn't move at all. The air was so thin that Andrew couldn't even inhale and scream.

"You bastard. Philip exclaimed. After he regained his balance, he pulled Andrew in a rage towards his face. "You bastard. He scolded again. "What's going on? What did you do?"

"The fourth article of the Morfa precepts: It is forbidden to bind other living beings by coercion. Andrew snapped. My throat was sore to death, and every word I spoke was hard. "So I intervened and cut off your control over it, but it wasn't under my control. “

Philip's eyes widened. "What do you mean......"

"It's free. Andrew confirmed, glancing at the demon. "And it looks hungry. “

"What are we going to do?" said Philip. His voice trembled, and he began to shake Andrew. "What should we do?"

"Let's die. Andrew said. "Fuck, Andrew was going to do that. In this way, you can at least be dragged with you to the burial. “

Andrew saw him glance at the demon hurriedly, and then looked back at Andrew, his eyes full of fear, thinking about what to do. "Work with me. He said. "You've stopped him before, and you'll be able to do it. We can take him down together and leave. “

Andrew looked at him for a while, not being able to kill him with magic. Andrew didn't want to either, it would only lead to Andrew's head sentence. But Andrew can sit on the sidelines, and Andrew is planning to do so. Andrew smiled at him, closed his eyes, and did nothing.

"Andrew, I'm fucking you. Philip said angrily. "It can only eat one person at a time, and I'll make you that one. He pulled Andrew up, trying to push Andrew towards the demon.

Andrew resisted stubbornly and scuffled with him. Fires raged everywhere, and thick smoke billowed. The demon drew closer, its lightning-like eyes gleaming in the darkness of hell. Philip is shorter than Andrew, stronger than Andrew, better suited than Andrew to play wrestling, and he hasn't been shot physically. He lifted Andrew up and almost threw him out, but Andrew moved quickly, gave him a head crutch with his right arm, and wrapped Hermione's handcuffed side around him to stop his attempt. He tried to untie it, but Andrew grabbed him tightly, pulled him around in a circle, and crashed into the railing of the building, and we both lost our balance and fell out.

It is the so-called negative stubborn resistance. Andrew waved his hands wildly at the railing, grabbing the bottom of the railing to keep himself from falling into the smoke billowing underneath. Andrew glanced down and saw one of the scorpion carapaces glowing brown, with its spiky tail raised high like a ship's mast, piercing through a layer of smoke at least four feet thick. The whole room was clicking and rustling. Even with a glimpse, Andrew could just see two scorpions tearing a couch to pieces without much effort. They loomed over the wreckage of the couch, their tails dangling like flags at the end of a golf cart. It's terrible.

Philip was to Andrew's left, and he grabbed the railing a little higher than Andrew, his expression contorted with hatred, staring straight at the approaching demon. Andrew saw him take a breath, trying to straddle one foot and point his free hand at the approaching demon, ready to launch some kind of magical attack or defense.

Andrew couldn't let Philip get his way. He's completely unharmed, and if he is allowed to knock the demon down, he might slip away, so Andrew has to tell him something that will drive him mad and break Andrew's head. "Hey, Philip. Andrew shouted. "It's your wife, it's Monica's snitch. “

The words hit him like a fist, and he turned his head to look at Andrew, his face tilted with anger. He began to chant words to Andrew, perhaps a spell that would blow him up, but the demon, with a roar of rage, bit his collarbone and neck, interrupting his spell casting. Andrew heard the crisp sound of bones shattering, and Philip screamed in pain, shaking his arms and feet violently. He tried to push himself away from the demon, and the monster began to lose its balance.

Andrew gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, and a scorpion jumped at Andrew, the brown oil was shining, and Andrew quickly raised his foot, just to dodge the attack of its claws.