Carlo walked through the night of New York, with the rushing lights and a gloomy face, like an ordinary person.

He didn't know if what Klor had told him was true or not, and since he became a demon, he didn't trust anyone but himself.

But at least Klor's right is that what he has to do now is to get the most out of himself.

What did he come to this plane for, to awaken original sin.

The Seven Original Sins have awakened five sects, leaving only two, laziness and arrogance.

Arrogance he already has the most suitable goal, then there is laziness.

The benefits of the original sin power are obvious, in addition to the most direct increase in combat power, there are many interesting abilities waiting to be developed by him.

Carlo rubbed shoulders with a well-dressed urban white-collar worker, and he naturally patted the latter's shoulder, who stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"Do you see that man? His shoes look much better than yours."

Carlo casually pointed to a person walking on the street, the white-collar worker was stunned, looked in the direction he was pointing, and then nodded seriously.

"You're right, those shoes should belong to me."

The white-collar worker rushed forward, and the two men scuffled together, and soon, screams, blood.. A fight and riot caused by jealousy.

Carlo's mood was finally a little better.

His depression was about to explode, and he could only be relieved by such a little game.

Carlo turned a few run-down streets and walked into an old residential building.

“3042、3043...”

He read, finally stopping at a door.

The door opened automatically, and he walked in, a stench of rotting food, feces, urine, and all sorts of messy things.

Carlo's face remained unchanged, and he stepped into the room and saw the man lying on the bed.

"Victor .. Or Theodore .. Oh forget it, it doesn't matter.."

Carlo muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the man in front of him.

What kind of person is this?

On that narrow little bed, a thin and withered body was wrapped in the sheets that were no longer so dirty that they could not be seen their original color.

He was facing the ceiling, his mouth slightly open, revealing his black and yellow teeth, barely a speck of flesh on his face, and his eye sockets were sunken like skeletons.

He seems to have grown up in a bed, and the rest of his life is mixed with black feces, food scraps, wrapping paper... Like a garbage heap, there is a hanging bottle on the arm like a dead branch, and the bottle has the words "nutrient solution" written on it, which is empty.

He was like a terminally ill dying man, oh no, he was more like a rotting corpse as maggots and flies crawled all over his chest and abdomen.

The laziest man in the whole world.

Before, he had not had the slightest sickness, was healthy and strong, but laziness had eroded him.

He is too lazy to work, too lazy to go out, too lazy to move, too lazy to excrete, too lazy to eat... Even, I am gradually losing patience with the trouble of breathing.

Carlo was glad to be able to find him before he was completely dead.

"I guess it's too tiring for you to die... Huh.."

Carlo sighed, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked the man's forehead, the man gasped violently, trying to open his eyes to see Carlo, but, perhaps because he felt too much effort, he was too lazy to open his eyelids, and died quietly like this..

The blue light bloomed in Carlo's mind, and a lazy feeling rose from the bottom of Carlo's heart, as if he had lost interest in anything, like just lying down like this, the urge to fall asleep for a long time, but it was quickly forcibly suppressed by him.

"The sixth sin is laziness. ”

In fact, the original sin of laziness is the best collection in this era when science and technology are developed, and there are lazy people everywhere, even if there is no Victor or Theodore... With a little more effort, everything will fall into place.

The development of science and technology is a process in which human beings are constantly becoming lazy, and any machine is invented with the original intention of replacing manpower, in order to save more effort and improve efficiency? That is just a subsidiary value.

Carlo walked out of the dilapidated residential building, the man's death did not cause any waves, the nurse who regularly changed the nutrient solution for him had not come for three weeks, it was a miracle that he had survived until now, perhaps because... Too lazy to die.

In the dark corner under the steps, there was a small cracking sound, like a rat grinding its teeth.

A dark shadow fluttered and flew onto Carlo's shoulder, falling down.

It's a very strange little thing.

Two pairs of elf-like wings, eight slender and long legs, as well as a gray body and a round head, look small and cute, but if you look closely, you will find that this little thing has a very hideous face, it has no eyes, and most of its bare head is occupied by a large mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs, which is extremely fierce.

The little thing leaned close to Carlo's ear and muttered for a while, Carlo nodded slightly, then raised his hand and pointed at random, and a man's cry of pain sounded in the distance: "Hell, my tooth, how did I fall out.."

The little thing had an ugly smile on its fierce face, flapping its wings and flying in that direction.

This thing is an ancient demon worm that once appeared in human folklore, known as the "tooth fairy", and specialized in feeding on the teeth lost by humans.

It used to be a very docile and lovely creature, but with the development of human civilization, few parents now let their children throw their lost teeth under the bed, they have lost their fixed food source, and sometimes they can only actively forage for food.

This little thing is everywhere, hiding in every human corner of the world, and is the best listener, and what he has just reported to Carlo is the whereabouts of Konstantin.

...

Two figures were running wildly on the meadow covered with Champs leaves, and behind them, dozens of people were chasing them, their faces hideous like mad beasts.

"Dean, you go and return the feathers to Imogin, I'll stop them."

Sam suddenly stopped and shouted at his brother, who was clutching a strange dagger in his hand, like the bones of a giant beast.

"Are you crazy?" replied Dean in disbelief.

"Hurry, those guys are going to catch up, and if you don't want me to die, run faster, just like when you were chasing a pretty chick."

Sam couldn't help but speak, grabbed the dagger, took a deep breath, turned around and stood in place, facing the people who were chasing him, unafraid.

Dean gritted his teeth, a trace of unwillingness flashed on his face, he glanced at the white feather in his hand again, and scolded secretly: "What kind of divine power, how can it create a group of mad dogs, hell!"

Then he turned around and ran, right in the direction of the barn.