"This is the entrance to hell?"

Charles frowned at the wind-swept entrance to the pitch-black rock, like a cavern passage.

But he was more strange than asking, after all, how this place looks.

The True Eye has revealed the information of this entrance, and it is indeed the entrance to hell.

"It's a loophole."

The Leviathan, who was held in the hands of the wraith, said, "Several princes of hell escaped from hell through it hundreds of years ago, and there are some demon minions. ”

"What's in the back?"

Charles asked curiously.

Judging by his expression, it was not at all clear that he had actually learned about Hell by capturing demons.

"It's a demonic lair, and there are a lot of human souls in it, and a lot of demon guards." Leviathan replied, "That place is the birthplace and residence of demons. Our aim is to leave through the exit of the lair and then find a place called the Pain Cage. ”

Pain Cage?

Charles blinked, then said, "Well, thank you." ”

Leviathan was stunned by this, but before he could react, Charles slapped the Manifest Book of Roots on the only exposed mouth of the other man - the use of this book is not limited to the hand, in fact, it can be effective as long as it is touched on the skin.

It's a big killer.

"You-"

When the pages touched, the other party's mouth suddenly turned into a black point of light and swayed in, and an incredible cry suddenly sounded, and then under Charles's stunned gaze, its head was hazy, and it turned into a phantom that flew away quickly through the ice crystals, out of the control of the ice!

However, even if he stayed away from here, he could not escape the spreading light granulation.

In this regard, the thing "turned its head" and glanced at Charles hatefully, and then saw that his whole head was split in two, half of which was contaminated by the light particles and remained in place, and the other half was shocked, and suddenly turned into black water and quickly volleyed away!

Unconsciously, this person has regained some "strength", but he has not shown it before.

Apparently it had bad intentions, but it was only attacked by the Charles.

The series of changes came a little quickly, and Charles tried to freeze it, but after it carved out a puddle of black water to act as a shield, the freeze could only be declared invalid.

"It's a pity."

Seeing the other party go away, Charles sighed.

God created Leviathan before creating angels, and before Leviathan, it was that dark monster called Shedin.

I just don't know what God thinks, and after creating the monster, he locked it up again.

That's basically the background of Sherding.

Charles didn't know how the imprisoned Sherding hooked up with the witch, or the details, but it worked for him anyway.

If this head really knew the place where Sheding was sealed, he really wouldn't do it, but in order to save his life, the other party was obviously talking nonsense, intending to get by.

What he didn't know, however, was that with the demonic captives in his wings, Charles actually knew something about the situation in Hell.

The sealed place in his mouth was actually just a place created by demons to torture souls.

"Don't think much about it before fooling people."

Pouting, Charles thought for a moment, feeling that it was impossible for this thing to cause any trouble for himself in its current state, so he ignored it for the time being, and looked at the entrance instead.

The reason he didn't do it in the first place was that he couldn't find the back door, and Charles was very much looking forward to the hell behind the door.

This is not only curiosity, but also because of the preparation for war, all the powerful demons in Hell have escaped from the world, and there are basically no masters inside. This is tantamount to saying that it is now a "treasure" of lax defense.

So Charles was going to go in and see if he could take advantage of it.

Putting aside his distractions, he stepped towards the rocky cavern, and the sound of the manic wind immediately resounded in his ears, making the robes on Charles hunt.

As he walked slowly inward, the light converged, and the rock walls on both sides became darker, and finally Charles found a door in the depths.

A quaint and humble door.

Charles narrowed his eyes, then pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Extreme darkness struck, coldly changing the light, much to Charles' discomfort.

When he returned to his normal gaze and scanned his surroundings, a scene of silence came into view.

On both sides is a dark black corridor that has no end in sight, and the walls of the corridor are covered with dense doors of all kinds, and behind it is the same door, dusty, which looks no different from the others.

This is hell.

Unlike the common impression of crimson flames flying and strangely shaped demons raging, this place looks more like a labyrinthine building.

In fact, if you can look down from above, then you will find that this maze is really not wrong.

The narrow corridor where the charr was located was just a very inconspicuous route in this space, and the entire demon's lair was made up of countless similar corridors, which crisscrossed and formed a large structure.

A world where the demons of hell are usually active.

And beyond this vast labyrinth is the endless red barren land, where the abyss, hellfire, and all kinds of hellish creatures are rampant.

……

Stepping on the dark floor, there is a constant sound of dull footsteps, and the doors of the houses on the black walls on both sides are of different shapes, including modern solid wood doors, security doors, steel doors, and oak doors and round arches that seem to be in the Middle Ages.

Each door has a line of handwriting that resembles a house number, with one name after another written on it.

After glancing around, and thinking about it, Charles was in a room named Bill. Gray stopped in front of the door.

Pushing open the wooden door, which looks like it was from the 80s of the last century, he suddenly realized that behind the door was not a room, but an old barber shop.

The sound of a fan spinning came from the ceiling, the white tiled floor was messy with hair of various colors, the space was cramped, and three mirrors were quietly carved into the wall, but only a person sat in the middle.

A slender barber with an apron was standing behind another fat middle-aged white man sitting in a chair, smiling, scripping his guest's hair with scissors in his hand.

There were only these two people in the barbershop at this time, and they didn't look any different from normal people, but when Charles walked in, he didn't get the attention of these two people at all.

Due to his own curiosity, Charles did not act rashly for a while, and watched the haircut scene quietly until a conversation appeared.

"Shorter, shorter, left, right, right, shorter, cool."

"So?"

The barber was still smiling, but the scissors in his hand that were trimming the back of his head were cutting hard into the flesh of the customer. Blood spilled out, and a terrible scream rang out in an instant.

"Ahhh——!h