In Zhou Yi's old apartment, Susan slept very deeply. The pen "Fun" pavilion www.biquge.info and it was in a place where she couldn't see or hear. A light cloud of smoke filled the air.

The smoke crept through the crack in the door and into the back of the apartment's door. Then little by little, it drummed into a vague human form.

It was a man with sound hands and feet, and his facial features were blurred, and as soon as he appeared in the room, he surveyed his surroundings and walked in the direction of the bedroom. His goal is clear, and that is Susan, who is resting. As for what he wants to do, you don't have to guess what it will definitely not be a good thing.

However, before he could take two steps, layers of golden lines suddenly appeared on the ground. And then in an instant, it was all over the apartment.

Chains-like light flew out along the trail of the lines, and then tightly wrapped around the smoke-like figure. Before he could struggle, he pulled and directly restrained him to the ground.

The smoke-like figure was shocked inexplicably, and he just wanted to scream. A layer of flame rushed directly into his facial features along the entangled light chains on his body, blocking all his voices by the way.

He could only cover his face, rolling in the flames as if he was suffocating. Then silently dissolved into nothingness in the hall.

When it was all over, calm returned to the living room of the apartment. Nothing had happened as if nothing had happened, and everything had been marked with an end symbol without Susan's knowledge.

But for the other side, as one of the parties, Victor. Feng. Doom, but what is about to happen has only just begun.

In his most private and secret place, Victor used the magic he had learned to set up a magic circle. Then he turns a part of his consciousness into a nothingness, something between being and not being. This thing is equivalent to another him, but he can do a lot of things that he can't.

For example, quietly, from under the noses of countless people, a living person is taken away. This wasn't a difficult task for a magic clone, he had tried it many times before, and this time it would certainly not be a mistake. However, things were completely different from what he thought.

In a few breaths, his magical clone was completely wiped out. And the force that destroyed his doppelganger did not give up, but directly transmitted its terrifying destructive power to his body.

The sensation of burning came from his body, and it made Victor almost want to scream in agony. He clung to his throat and opened his mouth wide to scream. But from his throat, only a dry and tearing hoarse voice came out.

It was like his burned skin, his throat, his chest, all his organs were scorching in the scorching heat. Almost all organic tissues are beginning to change. In the heat far beyond the flames, one burn mark after another appeared in every corner of his body. It made him miserable, but he couldn't die.

The pain of burning himself in the fire could not make him die like this, and his terrifying life far beyond ordinary people made it impossible for him to die so simply.

He could only roll on the ground, swallowing all his painful wails into his stomach. Then, in this incomparably cruel repression, he tasted even more intense pain.

However, no matter how intense the pain is, it will come to an end. As the burning sensation of the fire subsided little by little, Victor finally let out a long breath. Then there was a miserable, demonic wail.

At this time, he was completely out of the shape of a person. His whole body turned a horribly charred black, and his skin and muscles were completely burned together, along with the clothes on his body. Pieces of something like a cracked scorched shell covered his entire body, and the heat still remained, making the grease seeping out of his body sizzle on the scorched shell from time to time.

In addition to this, his body also glowed with an eerie light. It was the light that came from within his body, a light like molten fire. The light seeped through the thick, cracked, scorched crust of his body like flowing magma.

Against the backdrop of this light, Victor looked more like a monster flowing with lava than the handsome and resolute company owner.

Why did this happen, that's something that Victor never thought about. And he doesn't have any mind to think about these useless things now, he only has one mind now. That's to die.

Only death can free him from the pain he is now, and only death can give him a painful pleasure.

But now it is not easy for him to die, because he can't control his body at all. It was almost impossible for his body to be manipulated again, and his nerves and muscles had almost turned into a mass of charcoal. This left him on his knees, savoring the pain like a sculpture.

And the most ridiculous thing is that his magical power is still providing him with strong life force without interruption. that he may not die in this agony.

The molten glow that emanated from his body was his magic, and now it had become the source of his pain.

Never before has Victor hated the magical power of this asceticism as he did now. At this moment, how he wished that he was just an ordinary human being, not some kind of magic practitioner. Because then he can die a happy death, or to put it another way. If that were the case, he would not have incurred such a scourge.

However, the bitter fruit had already been brewed, and he had no other choice.

He could only continue to wail in pain, wailing for the destruction that would come for a long time. There shouldn't have been anything else, but at this moment, an old voice rang in his ears.

"Let me see who this is, who is wailing in pain. It turned out to be you, poor little Doom, persistent little Doom, little Doom who wanted to have a mother. Ahahahaha, please forgive me, seeing your appearance, I really haven't recognized your identity for a while! ”

Hearing this voice, Victor, who was already stiff like a statue, shuddered violently, and a heavy gasp came out of his throat like a pulled bellows, and he desperately wanted to scream, to raise his head to look at this guy who suddenly appeared.

But his body made it impossible for him to do anything, and he could only roll his burnt eyes and make a dry ho-ho-ho sound. He can only maintain a posture that is almost impossible to change.

"Oh oh oh, what a pathetic, little Doom! You don't seem to be able to do anything, I'm right in front of you. You've been looking for me for so long, don't you want to see me? ”

The voice continued to act like a mockery, but this time he was closer, almost in front of Victor's eyes. To the point where he could almost feel his breath.

Victor's emotions are getting more and more excited, but his excitement doesn't change things in any way. Until the guy who made the old voice reached out and pinched his chin with a hand.

The hand tugged at Victor's neck, causing his neck to crackle like scorched wood. Pieces of charred debris fell from his neck, leaving his charred neck bone bare, almost visible to the naked eye. It was almost terrifying, but the guy who made the move didn't react even the slightest bit wrong.

He just lifted Victor's head and looked him straight in the eye. Said to him.

"It's miserable, little Doom. You can't even see it, you can't even speak. Now you, even if I appear in front of you, you have no way at all. Say, "How should I be nice to you?" ”

Victor's breathing became heavier, which was the most extreme he could express. And as if to understand his thoughts, the eccentric guy smiled and spoke.

"I'll give you a chance now, little Doom. You've got to catch him! ”

He said, clenching Victor's chin. Then he opened his mouth and sprayed a puff of thick black smoke directly into Victor's face.

In an instant, the voices of countless undead cries appeared in this small secret room, and one after another of pitch-black smoke turned into undead who scattered and shouted, swarming towards Victor's body.

It is a power that does not belong to mortal mortals, it belongs only to the devil. Under this power, a miracle appeared in Victor's body.

Black smoke scurried through his body in a visible way, skimming every inch of his muscles and bones. Magical magic began to repair his body, which had been almost completely destroyed. Pieces of scorched shells were stiffly stripped off by bloody muscles, and blue-red muscles pulsated, crawling all over his entire body.

Soon, his torn body regained its vitality, and even his eyes grew something new. However, his current appearance is not much better than before.

If before he was a cracked humanoid sculpture, now he is a bloody corpse with a layer of skin peeled off. When it comes to visual impact, he is now more bold. And from his personal point of view, this monster-like appearance did not make him feel any better. Even his newly grown nervous system magnified his pain by an unknown number of times.

But none of this matters to him. All his spirit was placed on this gentleman-like man in a suit and leather shoes in front of him.

The moment he saw his appearance, Victor rushed forward almost completely unable to control himself, and he grabbed him by the collar hard. From his throat came a voice that was still hoarse and dry.

"It's really you, Mephisto. I've finally found you! (To be continued.) )