Wu Heng stood in the living room, and at a glance saw Christine crying from the bedroom door that had been opened.

Countless iron hooks hung from the ceiling, clanging against each other.

The gallows of death, whirring and turning.

Christine was being clutched by trembling teeth, tears streaming down her face, and she was pleading bitterly.

Christine stared at the door, and when she was most helpless and desperate, the door of the villa was suddenly opened, and a figure with light appeared in the doorway.

"Dean!"

Christine cried out in hopeful excitement, she was so scared.

But then he came back to his senses, and Dean was just an ordinary person, and he shouted in despair:

"Run!"

"Dean, run, leave me alone!"

Christine struggled hard, trying to break free of the trembling arm, but it didn't work at all, and at this time, even a cannon couldn't blast the trembling arm, let alone a girl's strength.

Wu Heng felt relieved when he heard Christine's words.

But since he can come, he naturally has a bargaining chip to rely on.

The hall door behind him slammed shut.

The only inch of sunlight is gone, and the road behind is gone.

Wu Heng took a deep breath and walked to the bedroom.

He looked at the Hell Four in front of him, the first time he had ever seen them.

I have seen them many times in movies in my previous life, but only when I really face them, can I deeply understand their sense of oppression and that painful and distorted atmosphere.

"You know a guy named Frank. Cotton's man? ”

Wu Heng carefully observed the actions of the hell carrying the handle, ready to take out a photo that could arouse the memory of the nail at any time.

"He escaped from you."

"Know, even if you escape, what does that have to do with you?"

Deep throat makes a sound from the wound.

"I've captured him and traded him for Christine."

Wu Heng said.

"Maybe I like you better."

Deep throat back.

"Maybe... I would like to hear his confession... Maybe! ”

The High Priest Nailhead spoke slowly at this time, and there was a majesty in his calm voice that could not be refused.

"yes, trade Frank for us."

When Christine heard this, she also shouted excitedly.

"Grab Frank, take him to hell, and spare me and Dean."

The High Priest Nail Head ignored Christine, but stared at Wu Heng and said lightly:

"I know you, and I'll find your way eventually."

"After all, evil seeks evil!"

Wu Heng already knew his future path:

"That's the path I chose."

The High Priest Nail Head continued to say with a blank face:

"I need a reason now."

Wu Heng understood, Frank was only enough to exchange for Christine, but he would not let him go.

"Two."

"Two for two!"

Wu Heng stretched out two fingers:

"There's a woman besides Frank... Giovanna Dursley. ”

The High Priest didn't speak again, and a burst of electricity flashed, and the boys disappeared in place, and the room was bright again.

Wu Heng himself had already prepared for the worst, but fortunately, Nail Head was really not a nosy person, and he was too lazy to take him, a spell disciple who escaped from the Ice Monk, serious.

Maybe in the eyes of the nail head, Wu Heng's fate is destined to hell.

Christine pounced over and hugged Wu Heng tightly, sobbing.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"Let's wrap this up."

Wu Heng comforted and let go of Christine.

He didn't want to be like the stupid plot in the movie, hugging each other and crying for a long time as soon as he got out of danger, and then being killed by monsters.

Turning his head to look at the mystery box that Christine had thrown to the ground.

The maze box, which was supposed to be restored to the square, was still octagonal and was not restored.

It seems that the Nail Head team is only temporarily leaving, and they are waiting for themselves to achieve what they said.

Wu Heng stepped forward and picked up the maze box and looked at it, he didn't feel anything, it seemed that he couldn't comprehend the method of turning off the maze box, and he had no potential in this regard.

"Dean, don't touch this box, throw it away."

Christine anxiously reached for the box and threw it away.

"Christine, the box hasn't recovered the cube, they will reappear at any time."

"It's not safe yet, we have to go to the attic of your dad's cabin and get Frank back."

Wu Heng gently grabbed Christine's outstretched hand, which was still trembling, and led her towards the door.

Wu Heng didn't have to take Christine to the wooden house with him, and only Christine could understand the way to close the mystery box.

Only when the mystery box is completely closed, can the monk be sent back, and in the plot they finally regret it, and want to take Christine away, but it is Christine who forcibly closes the box.

"Get Frank back? You said he came back from hell, my dad..."

When Christine heard this, she was worried about her father and couldn't care about being sad anymore.

"Don't worry, your father's hand is injured and he is being put on medicine in the hospital, and I have someone stop him from going home."

Wu Heng's words reassured Christine.

"Okay, Dean, what the hell is going on here?"

Wu Heng walked to the Desen sedan whose front face was smashed and found that the water tank had cracked and could no longer be opened.

"That's a long story, I'll explain it later, Christine, now you have to study this box carefully and see if you can close it completely, only then can you get rid of it."

Wu Heng handed the mystery box in his hand to Christine.

Christine took the maze box with some trepidation, this thing had already made her psychologically shadowed.

"I'm here."

Wu Heng said.

In just four words, Christine felt a sense of security, and she slowly calmed down and began to study the mystery box carefully.

The two did not stop the car and walked slowly to the wooden house, in order to give Christine more time to explore.

When approaching the wooden house, Wu Heng glanced at Christine with his eyes.

Christine nodded affirmatively.

The detectives who were hiding nearby, seeing that it was the employer himself, did not show up to stop him.

Wu Heng took Christine into the wooden house and came to the attic on the second floor.

He picked up the untouched suitcase on the ground and opened it.

The two hearts of Frank and the cap girl were wriggling and squirming in the woven bag, full of life.

Wu Heng looked at these two energy sources with some pity.

But since an agreement has been made with Nail Head to exchange this man, the two spellcasters have to hand it over.

The high priest nail head hates deception the most, usually he will act according to a set of invisible rules, escape within the rules, he doesn't care, but if he is really provoked, this second master of hell will go crazy, and he can't stop it at present.

Wu Heng thought for a moment, touched the two hearts with his left hand, and activated the ability to absorb it.

After his heart quickly dried up in half, Wu Heng stopped his ability.

His physical fitness has probably increased by about 10%.

"Frank and Jovanna are here."

Wu Heng picked up the mystery box that had transformed into a six-pointed star and whispered.

The box flashed electricity, and the surrounding area quickly became dark, and the sculpture deer head hanging on the wall at the end of the corridor actually heard a painful hissing sound, opened its mouth, and spit out a puddle of corpse insects.

The laughter of babies and the cries of old men continued to rush down the stairs to the second floor, burrowing into the walls and disappearing, as if a group of things were passing by.

The sound of chains finally sounded, and the realm belonging to the Hellish Monk Nailhead Foursome descended in the attic.

Wu Heng put the two shriveled hearts in his hand on the ground, held the bewilderment box tightly with his left hand, held Christine with his right hand, and retreated to the door.

The Nailhead quartet emerges from the portal to hell torn open in the wall.