"It's so comfortable. ◇↓頂◇↓Point◇↓Small◇↓ said,"

Si Chuan Kenichi, who was tied to the bed, had his large intestine scattered all over the place, and there were at least nearly 100 ligations on his body. However, Si Chuan Kenichi's ** did not die, but his eyes widened and his spirit had already collapsed, and he fell into a state of brain death.

Fujiwara, who was standing on the side, was already constantly wiping his forehead with a towel, and he had never relaxed a trace of himself in a night, and his spirit was in a state of high concentration every minute, because once he was the slightest distracted, he was afraid that Kenichi Sikawa, who was lying in front of him, would die.

Fujiwara, who was busy until seven o'clock in the morning, had already filled up all his satisfaction today, and Fujiwara only smiled slightly at Kenichi Shikawa, who was not dead in bed. After turning around and walking into the bathroom to rinse off and change into a new set of clothes, I went to the office to clock in and go to work in high spirits.

And today's Fujiwara in the company is very good, the jealousy in Fujiwara's heart has not been eliminated because of the crazy venting in the past two days, but he wantonly indulges the jealousy in his heart and allows it to devour the humanity in his heart.

Night falls.

Today's Fujiwara does not regard others as goals, the first reason is that he feels that he has not closed his eyes for three days, and he is already mentally tired, and the second reason is because Kenichi Shikawa, who is bound to his own home, can still take it to himself to continue to vent.

Fujiwara, whose head was full of the word 'jealousy', walked back to his home along the same road, and in a state of mental confusion, he once again came to this part of the road that he was somewhat unfamiliar with. And across the street, where all the street lights were extinguished, four candles lit slightly, and the bookseller who let him see through the world was still crouching there.

However, this time, after seeing the old man selling books, Fujiwara came to the other side of the street with a grateful attitude, intending to repay the old man who had freed him.

But when he walked down the street to the bookstall himself, he was on the blanket in front of the old man covered by the gray cloak. I still put the 200 yen I gave two nights before.

"Selling books? Do you want it? Very cheap. The words under the cloak are still so powerless.

"I'm here to thank you, you have made me understand the true meaning of human nature, how much money you want, what you want, I will do my best to help you." Fujiwara's eyes were bloodshot and he said frantically.

"Will you help me with anything?" The voice under the cloak suddenly lowered a lot, and the candlelight became extremely faint because of it.

"Yes!" Fujiwara, whose eyes were bloodshot, replied excitedly.

"That being the case. Come with me. ”

The old man got up from the ground with great difficulty, grabbed the four corners of the wool cushion and put away the books, staggered over his shoulders and motioned for Fujiwara behind him to keep up with his pace.

Fujiwara was full of gratitude to the old man, and followed him without hesitation, and walked with the old man into a narrow and dark alley.

The alley was filled with the stench of decay, and after about three minutes, the cloaked old man who walked ahead stopped in front of a damp brick wall with black spots, stretched out his fingers under the cloak and squeezed one of the bricks into it, and a black door leading to the ground appeared in front of the two of them.

"Come down with me."

Fujiwara eyes. The old man's outstretched hand was not wrinkled as he imagined, but like the palm of a middle-aged man in his forties.

The old man held a white candle in his right hand and gradually went deep into the dark and bottomless underground passage, and the somewhat crazy Fujiwara followed the old man into the damp corridor leading to the underground without fear.

After a while, at the end of the staircase, Fujiwara was presented with an airtight circular cellar.

The old man slowly lit the wall lamps hanging in the room with the white candle in his hand, and the light filled the circular cellar, and on the ground in Fujiwara's sight appeared a hexagonal scripture pattern drawn in blood that he had never seen before.

"You just said that you will help me with whatever I want. Right? The vicissitudes of life under the cloak were extremely cold, and at the same time, the stone door of the cellar above the corridor closed automatically with a 'boom'.

"Yes!" Fujiwara replied loudly.

"Then I want the 'jealousy' in you. Will you give it to me? The old man said the point through vicissitudes.

"Do you want my life?" In Fujiwara's view, 'jealousy' seems to be the basis for his own existence, and it is inseparable from his own ** and soul.

"Yes, I want to." The words under the cloak caused the fire in the room to flicker, "If you say yes to me, stand in yourself." ”

"Haha...... I'll give it to you. Fujiwara's bloodshot eyes looked extremely crazy. Directly stepped into the hexagonal blood formation.

The old man leaned down and pressed his hands to the two top corners of the hexagonal formation.

Suddenly, the red energy departed from the apex, swimming through each route to light up the formations and scriptures in red. However, a puddle of black water gradually appeared on the ground in the center of the hexagon, and several small black hands stretched out from it and grabbed Fujiwara's flesh above.

The Fujiwara skin touched by the small black hand, and the flesh inside was immediately drained. Revealing terrifying white bones.

As pieces of flesh were torn down, Fujiwara was left with only white bones except for his beating heart. But unexpectedly, the whole person did not die immediately, but still remained alive.

"Plop plop!" The heart beats normally in the chest.

If you look closely, you will see that the heart that is still beating in Fujiwara's chest is unsettling dark black under the light of the slow firelight.

The old man standing outside the hexagon suddenly stood up and folded his hands.

"Smack!"

The heart beating in Fujiwara's chest burst open, and the vitality dissipated, and the black filthy blood stained all the white bones of the body into a palpitating black.

The black water stain in the center slowly sucked the black skeleton into the ground like a swamp, and there were disgusting bubbles stirring up on the surface of the water, as if there was some kind of 'refining' going on inside.

"Whew!" A gust of wind rose from the cellar for no apparent reason, and in a circle, it blew out all the lights inside. The only thing that could be heard was the continuous 'grunt' bubbling sound in the middle of the cellar.

"Jealousy! I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. ”

The old man's voice under the cloak was slightly excited, and his hands lowered the cloak, and below was a middle-aged man's face. The hair on the top of the head has long since ceased to grow, and the face is drawn with strange horizontal and vertical lines of medium thickness. If Zhang Chen saw it, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as soon as possible - Kurokawa Jun.

The hexagonal scripture formation in the cellar had been completely defiled and turned black at this time.

'Click! Kurokawa took out a white candle and lit it.

By the faint light of the candle, you can see that the black water in the center is bubbling incessantly, and gradually a long black bone cylinder emerges from the black water. At the moment when all the black cylinders appeared, the formation and black water were all absorbed into this cylindrical black bone.

A black column stands in the center of the cellar, with a radius of three centimeters and a length of eighteen centimeters.

Kurokawa Jun took off the gray cloak he was draping over his body, and Luo's back was covered with a metallic sheen. There are a total of seven deep circular holes along the vertebrae from bottom to top, and four of them have been filled with black objects.

With great care, Kurokawa picks up the black cylinder on the ground and inserts it with his backhand at one of the round holes in his back.

"Ahh Comfortable...... It's a comfortable feeling, and the jealousy is so strong. ”

The hole matched the black cylinder perfectly, and a look of jealousy that Fujiwara had often flashed in Kurokawa Jun's eyes flashed.

"Now there are only the last two left, but the most important is the out-of-control **, which is the focus of the seven deadly sins - greed. Compared to greed, other sins are just a supplement to unreasonableness. There are so few raw materials for greed, and of course there is one material right in front of you......"

"Another 'gluttony' is also the target of this capture, today it seems that the goal of capturing the third-level prison director has officially begun, it is really a golden opportunity, as long as I can succeed, what boundaries do I have. I'm afraid the boss won't be able to continue to control me, and when the time comes, ...... Haha"

Kurokawa Jun smiled uncharacteristically as he walked slowly down the deserted street.

…………

Nishi-ku, Nagoya

"It's done!"

Zhang Chen was relieved and gasped for breath.

There are nearly a thousand sinful souls in the flesh and blood body in front of him, because the entry of Xiaokou's consciousness is really stable, as if he is subservient to the king, and no longer destroys the **.

Behind him, the cat Matsumoto Matsumoto, his eyes glowing with a strange green light, seemed to establish a connection between himself and the body.

"Ownerless consciousness...... Very good! After a while, the color in Matsumoto's eyes disappeared, and his face was full of excitement, because the thing that Zhang Chen had made for himself in front of him was really perfect, several grades higher than he expected.

"It's good to be satisfied!" Although Zhang Chen's consumption is very large, this is the first time that he has created an independent creature by himself.

"As a reward, let the slave family serve you well......"

"Wait a minute...... I think it's better to forget it. Zhang Chen tried his best to restrain himself, and gently pushed away Matsumoto, who was hugging him from behind. Zhang Chen was also wondering if there was something wrong with his orientation, so he didn't want to send gifts to his door.

"Alright, it's rare to meet such an interesting little boy as you, let alone a prison envoy. My sister will leave the contact information to you, and you can call me at any time when you figure it out. It's not safe to stay with me for a long time, so go back quickly. ”

After the two exchanged phone calls, when Zhang Chen stepped out of Matsumoto's house, the white-haired Lu Sheng was already standing at the exit waiting for him.

Matsumoto, who was planning to give Zhang Chen a ride behind him, saw Lu Sheng with white hair flowing outside, and suddenly he suddenly closed the door of the room without getting angry.

"Looks like you're doing a lot better than me, go back and talk about it......" (To be continued......)

ps: Celebrate the homepage recommendation, two days after tomorrow!!!