Su Mo's body quickly retreated, avoiding these flesh buds, not because it was too powerful, but because it was a little disgusting.

Su Mo is not a person with a habit of cleanliness, but when he can avoid it, he naturally does not want to have any contact with this kind of thing.

The flesh sprouts danced in mid-air, gradually forming the shape of a huge head, replacing the original one.

And the person also changed from walking upright at the beginning to a monster lying on the ground on all fours, completely violating the form of human joints.

Because of the fact that its head was cut off by Su Mo, this monster did not make the same roaring sound as just now, and its body moved rapidly, and it pounced on Su Mo suddenly.

The two arms that had been severed by Arnold had already returned to normal when the granes appeared.

Seeing the monster rushing towards him, Su Mo stood still and didn't move, just frowning and staring, as if he wanted to see what this thing was.

Just as the monster swooped into the air in front of Su Mo, two claws grabbed Su Mo's head at the same time, Arnold's figure appeared in the sky above him, and he was directly pressed down.

Cracks appeared in the ground, and Arnold stomped heavily on the monster's body.

Su Mo waved his right hand, and the concentric chains wrapped around it turned into extremely sharp thin threads, directly tearing apart the monster's limbs, instantly making it lose its mobility.

This time, there was a constant sprout of flesh at the point of the fracture - nothing, to be precise, not even blood gushing out.

The wound took on a rather eerie color, like a corpse that had been dead for some time.

"Boom!"

With a sound, rubble flew past Su Mo's cheek.

Arnold punched the monster's strange head made of earthworm-like sprouts, and the head turned into a pulp directly under Arnold's fist, and a large hole appeared in the ground.

The monster's squirming body gradually stopped moving.

After a few moments, the monster completely stopped moving, and if nothing else, it should have been a real death.

"What is this?" Su Mo asked.

Arnold didn't answer Su Mo's words immediately, but reached out and grabbed the body under his feet, which had completely detached from human form, and reached out to tear off the tights on it.

It can be seen that on the chest of this body, there is a smeared object the size of an egg, emitting an extremely faint light, and it is constantly dimming.

"Angel's womb, sure enough, this vicious thing."

Arnold looked at the thing with a look of obvious disgust on his face and threw his body to the ground.

Su Mo squatted down, reached out directly, and grabbed this half-exposed thing that looked like an egg.

There was still a little warmth in the hand, but it was quickly fading away, and it was quickly becoming as cold as a stone. Reaching out and tapping it, the thing was slightly dented, and it was surprisingly soft.

"Huh?" Seeing that Su Mo actually went directly to touch this thing called Angel's Fetus, Arnold next to him couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked.

"You...... Is it really a demon? Arnold looked at Su Mo with a strange expression.

"What do you say?" Su Mo asked with a smile.

Arnold shook his head, walked over to Su Mo and squatted down.

"You're weird indeed."

With that, Arnold reached out and grabbed the fetus directly.

Strange to say, the moment Arnold reached out and touched the angel's fetus, the glove on it disappeared directly. Arnold's fingers seemed to be burned by flames, and quickly became charred, and a foul smell of burning permeated his fingers.

The angel fetus turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a pile of gray powder like the inlaid body.

Looking at the few charred fingers on his fingers, Arnold shook his hand expressionlessly, and a white glove appeared on his hand, covering those fingers, and looked at Su Mo and said: "Now you know why I said you are strange, the angel fetus is born with great damage to demons, if it is not for its activity has been reduced to a minimum, my palm will become charcoal." ”

"You'll treat me as a special one." Su Mo smiled, "Besides, what does it matter if I'm a demon or not, you still want to devour my soul, why don't I give you a bite to eat now?" ”

"I'm not interested, I'd rather fight you than before." Arnold's aura of a strong man burst out again at this moment.

Hell is vast, and it's not impossible for a strange demon to appear who isn't afraid of an angel's womb. Besides, as Su Mo said, whether he is a demon or not really has nothing to do with Arnold.

In addition, Arnold didn't feel anything before, but now he was sure that Su Mo exuded a faint smell of the same kind.

Arnold is not a detective, and likes to peel back some secrets and dig out the truth. He just needs to make sure to eat Benson's soul, and before that he can occasionally fight the strong.

The secret behind it?

Sorry, this kind of boring stuff doesn't have much to do with demons.

"Don't fight." Su Mo decisively rejected Arnold.

For such a thing as fighting, to be reasonable, except when necessary, Su Mo can avoid it. He is not the protagonist in fantasy novels, he wants to hone himself by fighting, and finally embark on the road of invincible power.

"The contract is almost complete." Arnold dropped a sentence without a clue, turned and walked into the manor.

"Benson's contract, the time should be about the same." Su Mo looked at Arnold's back and said secretly.

Benson's contract was too simple, and even under Benson's deliberate actions and Arnold's indulgence, it was already on the verge of completion.

The power of the contract is absolute—at least for Arnold and Benson. If it is delayed, it will only be delayed for a few days at most, and it will be forced to be done, and what both parties should do will be carried out.

When the time comes, Bensen's soul will be eaten by Arnold, and Arnold will be sent back to hell.

Unless...... Arnold took the initiative to break the contract, so that Benson would be spared the fate of being eaten by the demon and continue to live happily.

"It's done, it's done, actually, it's almost on my side." Su Mo shook his head and walked into the manor.

As for the cracks in the streets, he didn't bother to pay attention to them, and he didn't even deal with the gray clothes and blood stains.

Erase the traces? This kind of thing is meaningless to Su Mo.

For the Wobs family, these traces add some idle talk at best.

The enemy in the shadows will not let the Wobbs family go because of such a thing as whether there are some strange traces.

At most, it's just an excuse to attack the Wobbs family.

And Transdon's revenge drama will not end until the last enemy or enemy dies. As long as Trandon and Su Mo do not die, even if the Wobs family falls from a marquis to a commoner, the revenge will continue.

You live and die, and you don't die.

Su Mo sometimes had a bad taste, and he wanted to loudly announce that the young master of Wobs was a vengeful evil ghost, and see how those people in the imperial capital would react.

After chatting with Hilda for a few words and comforting him without sincerity, Su Mo walked directly into the study.

"Did you find anything?" Trandon, behind his desk, looked up and asked, unaware that there was a battle outside.

"I caught a big fish, no, I caught a demon." Su Mo said.

"What do you mean?" Trandon asked, "Could it be that there are other demons in the Imperial Capital?" ”

"It's not just demons, it's angels. Of course, this doesn't matter, about your parents and the island, I think this demon will know a lot. Su Mo said.

"What about the demon?" Trandon glanced around, "Did you kill him?" ”

"No, let him out now, young master, you can have a good chat with him yourself." Su Mo smiled, "Don't be nervous, he won't and can't hurt you." ”

As he spoke, a large amount of black aura suddenly poured out from Su Mo's body, wrapping Su Mo's whole person, and after a while, the black aura dissipated, but the person who appeared was no longer Su Mo, but the demon Claude!

"My young master is very interested in talking to you." Claude's mouth didn't move, but Su Mo's voice came out of his body, sounding extremely weird.

Claude's face was extremely ugly. As a powerful demon, he had no power to resist this young man of unknown origin, and the only thing he could do was to desperately resist his "devouring" of him, which was undoubtedly quite a bad feeling.

"What do you want to know, young master?" Exhaling a cloudy breath, Claude asked, looking at Trandon.

"Everything, everything you know." Trenton was a little agitated in his tone.

"Well, your parents, the Marquis of Wabbs and his wife, I killed them. The rest of the Wobs family, also killed by me, and the Marquis of Monroe, also killed by me. Claude recounts a fact in a bland tone.

Of course, it was impossible for Trandon to be calm, and a crisp clatter could be heard—well, it wasn't the pen that Trandon was holding that was broken by him.

It's that this guy's thumb is out of place because of the force for a while, and the quality of the pen used by the Wobs family for the head of the family is still quite good.

The pain above his thumb calmed down a little: "Why, or who is your master?" ”

"My master is not worth mentioning, he is just a little viscount, the Torancy family, have you heard of it?" Claude said.

"Torancy, Torancy." Trandon muttered about this guy whose surname was somewhat similar to his own, and he really couldn't think of when the Wobs family would have such a deep hatred with a viscount family.

"Don't think about it, little master, my master is the same as you, he is a person who escaped from that island." Claude said with a smirk.

"What did you say!"

Trandon's eyes widened.