When I woke up from my coma, the sight was very familiar:

Hard reddish-black rock (said to make up the entire Bartow plane), metal fence with spikes (with rags and minced flesh on the spikes), white bones of a humanoid sitting on the ground with their heads tilted (one rib missing, one of which is not the right size), and a dirty black-brown mat of grass (which smells bad and feels good after a long time)

It looks like I'm back in prison again. There's nothing wrong with that, at least it's better than losing your life, but it's much worse than the cabin in the dream.

Barrett sighed and slowly sat up from the ground, feeling like she had been stabbed by a scorpion in her back, and there was a burning pain. He looked down at his body again, there were burns and bruises everywhere, it seemed that the Fire Djinn Warrior's dying blow was quite powerful, there was still a certain distance between himself and him, but it was also quite seriously affected.

"How long have I been back?" he asked, turning his head towards the wall.

"It didn't take long for me to even have a meal. The hoarse voice on the other side of the wall replied, "I'm a little curious as to why you pass out and be carried back almost every time? ”

Just as Barrett was about to retort, he heard another strange and familiar voice.

"About half an hour. "The source of that sound was in his ears, no, in his ears to be exact. It was as immature as a child, and there was a little bit of joy.

"!!me," the brute jumped up from the ground in horror and reached out to his left ear.

"Why are you swearing? I didn't say anything. The Soul Merchant said disgruntled on the other side of the wall, "Did you lose in a gladiatorial battle, and I was told that it hurts? No, the loser in a gladiatorial fight rarely survives." Unless there's a draw, for example, both lose consciousness, then the arena organisers will give the choice to the spectators in the stands, I mean, the big guys in the VIP seats. It is up to them to decide who lives and who dies, or who lives and dies. ”

And mixed with this series of words, and the voice of the guy in the ear, "Don't scratch me, hey, don't scratch me! If you grab it again, I'm going to keep drilling into it!"

The threat caused Barrett to stop his movements, "How did you get in?" he asked, grimacing.

"Didn't I tell you, I was in trouble at the end of a transaction, and the goods were ...... , that is, the number of souls does not match the agreement, so they were unlucky enough to be caught, have you forgotten?" the soul merchant replied in a puzzled tone.

"I'm not talking to you. Barrett said angrily.

"Is there anyone else here besides you and me? Oh, I see. The soul merchant suddenly said, "So you're talking to that roommate again." I advise you, Barrett, that if you keep doing this, you're going to go crazy one day. Believe me, I've seen quite a few people like that. Their minds are full of hallucinations, always talking to themselves into the air, as if something exists there. If you want to keep your head above water and avoid following in the footsteps of these people, you should, like me, try to talk to living people and ...... as much as possible."

"Don't talk, my mind is a little messy right now, you let me stay by myself for a while!" Barrett stopped the soul merchant's tirade. I'm dead, so I don't care if I'm crazy or not!

"Okay, then I'll go to bed, and I wish you and your roommate a nice chat. The soul merchant replied in a sour tone, and then fell silent.

"Tell me, how did you get in. Barrett asked again in a soft voice.

"When you turned your head, I hid in a piece of flesh, hoping that you wouldn't find out. "And it wasn't long before there was an explosion, and I was thrown into the air and then to the ground." The piece of flesh had been cooked up in the explosion and had lost its vitality, so I came out of it again to find something fresher, and then I found you lying next to me......"

Barrett was filled with frustration, "Why didn't you swallow me, like any other creature?" Isn't that what you do best?"

"Devouring flesh was an instinct that Joey had given him when he was created, but I want to have a master now, even if it's temporary. The voice in his ear timidly said, "I like to follow orders and do what I am told, rather than wandering around without knowing what to do." ”

"Master?" Barrett frowned, "aren't the devils who hold you captive?" I think they must be willing to give orders. ”

"The devil can't do it, and neither can any other creature!" said in a serious voice, "Joey's master can only be a human!"

"You want me to be your temporary master?" Barrett suddenly thought of a way to get this guy out.

"Yes, yes. The voice was full of joy again, "Is that okay?"

"If I were your master, would you obey any of my orders?" he asked.

"Of course!" said the voice proudly, "Joey has not disobeyed any orders from his master since he was created!"

"In that case, I agree to be your temporary master. "And my first command is to come out of my ears at once!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the brute felt an itch in his ears, as if something was slowly crawling out of it. The thing moved very lightly, and climbed very slowly, and it had a little bit of a very slight backward back, and it looked a little hesitant.

But after a few breaths, it still crawled out of Barrett's ears completely.

The moment it crawled out, Barrett grabbed the thing in his hand with lightning speed, and held it in front of him to look closely.

Sure enough, it was the little ball of flesh with a mouth and four tentacles!, Barrett thought hatefully.

Although this guy looks like a ball of meat, it feels like elastic gum, and it doesn't have that wet, slippery and greasy feeling. It curled up in the palm of the brute's hand, and its whole body trembled.

What to do with this?" Barrett hesitated. He knew that with a little force, he could knead this little ball of meat into a puddle of flesh. However, the other party has been very trustworthy and has come out of his ears, which makes him a little unable to do it.

The small piece of flesh lifted the two tentacles and opened the big mouth slightly, "Are you going to kill Joey?" it asked in a trembling voice.

Forget it, since you already have a little follower, you don't care about another one. Barrett sighed, "If you're obedient, I'll let you stay with me, and I'll also help you find your master." If you don't obey ......"

"Joey will definitely be obedient!" said Xiao Rouqiu, opening all his tentacles and swearing.

"Well, in that case, you stay here for now. He placed the ball on his bony roommate's head and ordered it to burrow into his roommate's skull. He didn't want to put it on his body.

"Without flesh and bones, Joey can't control it. "Also, if Joey doesn't replenish his flesh for a while, he'll fall into hibernation." ”

Hibernation isn't bad either, Barrett doesn't care about it at all. "More on that later. He was casually perfunctory. Alas, after such a long time, I don't know how the little ghost is doing in the ornaments.

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