The pale blonde scalp was peeled off one by one and discarded, and blood splattered on the white cloth on his chest, bloody and accompanied by screams, forming the scene of the barbershop at this moment.

Scalp, face, neck, torso, lower body.

Beneath the barber's sharp metal tools, the fat white man was brutally skinned and dismembered, his shrill howls continued, and blood burst all over the floor, forming a pool of viscous blood under his chair.

However, when the poor fat man died of a terrible breath, the scene before him did not continue, but suddenly turned around, and once again resumed the situation when Charles had just entered.

The buzz of the fan overhead was still there, the various dirty marks on the mirror were slightly muddy, and the sound of scissors opening and closing in the harmonious haircut scene was continuous, and it didn't take long for the white fat man to die and start a cycle.

"Left, bangs left, right, right, cut shorter, shorter looks good."

"So?"

The barber was still smiling and looking at the guest in the mirror, only this time he did not cut his scalp, but when he was trimming his bangs, he suddenly plunged the scissors in his hand into the customer's eyeballs, blood splattered, and the screams like killing pigs were terrible and piercing.

However, this time Charles did not let him continue, and the fog behind him was shrouded, and the two "people" turned into gray streamers and were swallowed by their wings.

He then left the barbershop, which had become empty.

Strangely tortured souls, sadistic kinds, the way this place works makes Charles quite curious.

However, he didn't come in this time as a curious baby, but to "rob".

The main area of the demons' activities is in this huge lair, and their treasure hunt is naturally here, hidden behind the doors.

There is no need for demons to lead the way, and there is no need to find any targets, in this strange place, Charles with the True Eye only needs to push open one "prison" door after another, and scan the inside, he can know what is a treasure and what is an ordinary object.

And when he realized that he could do more with his wings, there was no need for this kind of pushing.

As he walked by, he saw one after another closed doors open, and his inner soul turned into a streamer without any struggle, as if he "couldn't wait" like a milk swallow returning home.

It's just that before he can actually find the location of the demon's treasure, his existence has already been detected.

In the pitch-black corridor, two dark-skinned tall demons, each carrying a knife and fork weapon, hurried from a distant corner, and when they saw Charr clearly, their steps became even faster.

At the same time, a sinister smile appeared on their distorted faces, as if they were various humanoid freaks.

Humans in their true physical state are rare here.

However, the group did not get close to the young man, and the whole body was already spreading bursts of frost, and finally frozen in the corridor.

Demons belong to spirit beings.

In fact, the demon that evolved from the human soul can be seen as a ghost in another sense, although it has no body, but the soul is also frozen by the charr's powers.

Purely compared to the strength of the spirit body, Charles is enough to crush most demons, and among the demons of hell, the only one he can't compare to now is probably the prince of hell who is at the top of the demons.

However, he killed two of the four princes of hell for various reasons, and the remaining two are still unknown in the human world.

There are some powerful demons lurking in hell. But it's not much stronger - the most powerful demons don't stay long in this kind of "birds don't" place.

Those who have the ability have already used various methods to escape from hell and run to the world to live happily, and those who have the ability and do not escape are basically imprisoned existences, and they will generally bathe in hellfire in the deepest part of hell outside this lair.

To put it simply, this place is now in a state where there are no tigers in the mountains.

The non-smoky demons seemed to have some resistance to his wings, so much so that when Charles strolled down the corridor to the group of demons, the exposed limbs of the frozen demons only began to sway and twist instead of collapsing.

One-eyed, with a total of three mouths on both cheeks, more than two meters tall, the whole body is pitch black, and the head has rugged flesh horns.

After taking a closer look at the head demon's ugly appearance, Charles shook his head, but ignored it. Go over these things and keep going.

He still had about a hundred of them in his wings, and he didn't need to replenish or collect them, so instead of wasting time, he should continue to look for them in this place. However, this also made Charles suddenly think of something.

"I don't think I have planted the demon seed yet...... Shouldn't you also find an angel to come along? ”

Extending from this, thinking of the stack of monsters in the Book of Roots, Charles felt that if he waited for all those things to hatch, the world would be in chaos......

Thinking about this question without thinking, his eyes scanned, the young man's footsteps did not stop, the fog behind him rippled wings, and countless souls flew out of the "room" on both sides.

The noise seemed to be loud, but it didn't travel far in this corridor environment, and the narrow sound was inaudible to the entire Hell's Lair.

So he has nothing to worry about.

Encountering two teams of demon minions one after another, Charles took the time to plant the demon seed and basically froze the matter.

Soon after, a house with a supermarket-like interior came into view. Charles paused, then stepped inside.

However, after a while, he had no choice but to return.

He found a serious problem, and that was that the variety of scenes in that kind of room was not limited to the size of the room.

For example, the supermarket just now occupies a large area, at least tens of thousands of goods, and he scans them in turn, which takes a lot of time.

In his original plan, this loot was just a sweetness, and it was impossible to delay the return to the normal world because of this matter.

"But if there are a lot of places in that kind of big scene, I can't find anything at all, and if the demon is not stupid, the place where the treasure is hidden is naturally more hidden and inconspicuous, it may be hidden in those countless goods?"

There was a bit of a headache, but he couldn't help it. After all, he is the only one who has the true eye, and he is only one person.

"Forget it, let's collect a wave of souls." Make up your mind, Charles doesn't think about it.

If you want to talk about souls, it is actually of little use to him at the moment, and there are spells that can be used in the future, but in general he is not lacking.

It's just that as the saying goes, "thieves don't go empty".

It's really unreasonable to come to this kind of lax place where you don't want to do something.

So he began to run as fast as he could down the hallway.

Not all souls can be sucked out by him.

In fact, if he encounters a room that occupies a large area, his wings will not be able to grow at all.

Charles was very curious about the formation of the scene in that room, but it seemed to involve the fundamental power of hell, and he didn't think he could see anything in a short time, so he didn't bother to observe.

Rushing and plundering all the way, they encountered many demon teams during the process, but under the frozen eyes of Charles, they all turned into ice sculptures and stood in place.

After some time, he suddenly stopped in front of a square-shaped wooden door.

"Ferggs. MacLeod? Saying the name, Charles couldn't help but ponder.

If memory serves, the cunning and sinister Crowley's real name seems to be that.