"Who are you?" Seeing the new character appearing in front of the door, Zhang Luo frowned slightly:

The creature in front of him was dressed in a tattered black cloak, like a rag, his body was as thin as a hemp pole, and he wore a purple top hat with a low brim on his head. In the shadow below the top hat, two streaks of scarlet light and a row of charred teeth appeared.

Seeing this guy's appearance, Zhang Luo immediately realized what the other party was, and Ville, who had been depressed, suddenly clenched his fists, and his voice was a little alert:

"Damn the devil ......"

- There is no doubt that this guy who looks like "Faust" in the Nightmare Theater is a real "devil"!

Unlike the chaotic and evil demons, the devils belong to the camp of orderly evil, and they prefer to play with human souls and make dirty deals with humans rather than murder......

All in all, these pleasure-loving fellows are better talking than demons. However, it is important to note that when talking to them, you must not believe anything in their words. Otherwise, like Faust, he will be pulled into the endless abyss by the devil Mephistopheles.

"No, no, no, no." Hearing Vilf's voice, the devil laughed nervously and bent his mouth into a crescent shape: "This beauty, I am not a devil, here, my name is 'magician'!" ”

"Oh?" ZHANG LUO NARROWED HIS EYES AND LOOKED AT THE "RAG" IN FRONT OF HIM: IN THIS WAY, THE CODE NAME OF THIS DEVIL IN THE TAROT CARD IS NO.1 IN THE BIG ARCANA CARD, THAT IS, THE-MAGICIAN (THE-MAGICIAN)!

"Yes, I'm a magician!" The dark devil's voice was full of pride: "I have traveled all over the world. Knowledgeable about global cultures, even the legendary 'Mephistopheles'. It's not as good as me in terms of knowledge! ”

"I'm sorry, I happened to meet Mephistopheles. He looks a lot smarter than you. Zhang Luo ruthlessly exposed the other party's lies.

However, there was obviously no such thing as shame in the devil, and the magician immediately said, "Well, I haven't actually seen Mephistopheles. But that doesn't matter, what matters now is that I've found a way to leave! ”

"How?" Zhang Luo asked.

"It just so happens that the arbiter is here, let's duel!" The magician replied with his right hand, which was like a hemp rod. Inserted into the chest of the cloak, he pulled out a wad of white paper and two pens with the same black shell, which did not look unusual.

Seeing his strange behavior, Zhang Luo and Werf didn't say anything, and the wheel of fate next to them had already nodded: "I can be your witness." ”

"Don't talk like I'm going to marry this bastard." Zhang Luo stared at the paper and pen taken out by the other party with interest, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I'm bored now, I'm interested in playing with you...... Say, how, exactly? ”

- Obviously, the magician called a "duel". It's not a life-and-death fight to kill the opponent in the traditional sense, after all, it's impossible to please the monsters hidden underground just by fighting.

For this kind of dueling that does not follow common sense, Zhang Luo is still very interested. Under his gaze, the devil, codenamed Magician, began to talk about the rules of the fight:

"These two pens have special abilities. It is possible to open forbidden realms and summon to the world what is written on paper. All we have to do is duel with pen and paper! What do you think. Am I creative? ”

"Duels are fine, but since you say you know a lot about global cultures. So, can you start playing in Chinese? Zhang Luo made a request.

Although the specific rules of the duel have not yet been clarified, it is common sense that as the "duel" party, it is possible to make a request. The magician also nodded quickly, with a confident look:

"No matter what language you use, I'm going to kill you gorgeously!"

"OKOK, stop blowing, it's time to explain the specific rules, right?" Zhang Luo said as he took a pen and a few pieces of white paper from the magician's hand, walked back to the fool's room, and sat down on the soft sofa made of human skin.

"Since it is Chinese in your favor, then of course I must attack first." The magician made a request without shame, and then, as if thinking of something, a sly smile suddenly appeared on his dark face: "Don't you Chinese pay attention to 'neatness' and 'confrontation'?" In that case, how about we use neat sentences to decide the winner? ”

"Be specific." Zhang Luo crossed Erlang's legs and pouted impatiently.

"We use the Chinese tradition, which is a neat word to decide the winner, starting with seven characters and descending in descending order, for example, the first time I wrote two sentences, each sentence was seven words. The next turn is your turn, which is two sentences of six words. Descending order. Speaking of this, the magician laughed provocatively: "Do you dare to come?" ”

"This seems to be more beneficial to you......" Zhang Luo said thoughtfully.

-- As one of the common genres of ancient poetry, the "seven-character quatrain" can be grabbed with a single grasp, but when it is your turn in the second round, you can only use two sentences of six words, and it is obviously much more difficult than a magician to find a sentence that can be used against the opponent.

But despite this, he didn't make any comments, just smiled at the magician and said, "I probably know what's going on, let's get started." ”

Seeing that the duel was about to begin, both Wolf and the Wheel of Fortune retreated to the wall, making way for the empty space in the middle of the room where the corpses were kept. Under the gaze of everyone, the magician took a pen and paper, wrote a line of Chinese characters on the paper, then tore off the paper and threw it in the center of the room.

Through the small light bulb above his head, Zhang Luo saw the words on the paper, and the temperature in the whole room suddenly dropped to about zero degrees, and two blurred figures, one black and one white, suddenly appeared behind him:

The text on the paper was: "Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch." ”

“……”

The air in the room seemed to freeze at the same time as the two appeared in black and white, the magician's face showed a smug smile, Villeff clenched his fists, and the Wheel of Fortune, who was a ghost, was frightened into a corner—these two "messengers" were too terrifying for ghosts.

"How? Next it's your turn. The magician's voice trembled, as if he was holding back a smile.

However, even in the face of the envoy of the underworld who hooked the soul and asked for his life, Zhang Luo did not panic, just reached out and touched his chin, and said in a low voice: "I see, that's what it means......"

-- Just like what the devil said, the words written on the paper will indeed appear. And the other party's behavior is undoubtedly equivalent to releasing a "nirvana" when he comes up. After all, it is impossible for ordinary heretical creatures to compete with a god-level existence like Hades.

Even if it is not Hades, but black and white impermanence, it is not something that I can deal with now!

In this way, the opponent's first move is not only very threatening, but also "ornamental". But even so......

"I just need to write two six-word sentences, right?" Zhang Luo raised his right hand as he spoke, wrote a line on the white paper in a chic manner, and then tore off the paper and threw it on the corpse of the fool.

“……”

At the same time as he threw out the piece of paper, the black and white impermanence standing behind him suddenly disappeared as if it had been erased, and the dead air in the air was instantly cleared, and the room returned to its original calm.

"This ...... How can it be? ”

Realizing that the other party easily cracked his killer feature, the magician stepped forward in surprise, looked at the sentence written by Zhang Luo, and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, and scolded a "SH.IT......"

-- On that white piece of paper, twelve large characters were written in flowing lines:

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown. (To be continued.) )