"You can ask whatever you want, but let go of me first, my body hurts!" Thorndike, who was left with only a skull, exhaled urgently.

"Don't worry, you don't have a body!"

Wu Heng glanced at Thorndike, who had only his head left, and then at the bone fragments of his body that had rotted into slag after being kicked by him on the ground.

"But it really hurts!"

Thorndike cried out in pain, and three cracks suddenly cracked in his skull, as if it had been weathered for decades, and it collapsed.

Seeing this, Wu Heng

A bag of plasma appeared in his hand, tearing it open and dripping three drops onto Thorndike's head.

The blood was completely absorbed, and the crevices gradually healed, leaving only shallow old marks, which only slowed down the rate of decay due to the lack of blood supply.

"Hey, it's cool, give it to me, give it to me. Please! Thorndike's skull shuddered, and he immediately pleaded.

His tone at this time was like that of a street addicted tuberculosis ghost.

"Who is you, how long has the Hell Monk been trapped?"

"My name is Thorndike, and I'm a hell worshipper and a human intermediary for the Keyhole Hell Monks."

"He was just trapped for about 2 minutes, damn it, I gave him dozens of souls with potential, and his way of repaying him was to send me to the gallows to torture and dismember, damn hellish ghosts!" Thorndike Road.

"Two minutes!"

Wu Heng's eyes flashed when he heard the time of the dissolution array.

The "Dissolution Circle" that can bind all infernal creatures, although it is not as good as the "Thyrunt Charm Circle" that is specifically designed to target the power of the Leviathan.

But at his current rate,

Two minutes of escape time, even if he did encounter the Hell Monk, was completely enough for him to escape.

It's just that the keyhole hell monk who appeared this time, and the intermediary used by him is only a human with an evil personality like Thorndike, plus the monk himself has not appeared more than twice in the plot.

It is likely that he was just one of the ordinary Hellish Monks.

Compared to the Nail Head Foursome, it's definitely a lot worse, not even as good as the Ice Monk.

In this way, a spell that can trap the Keyhole Monk for two minutes may be able to trap the nail head for a minute at most.

But it's okay to be able to use!

Wu Heng put Thorndike's head on the edge of the bed, and with a move of his hand, the old lock on the ground flew into his hand.

"How should this mourning box be renovated?"

"Give me all the blood, and I'll say." Skull on the bed, bargaining.

Wu Heng squeezed out three drops of blood from the plasma bag in his other hand again, slowing down Thorndike's decay.

"No more nonsense, you go to the owner of this lock!"

"Don't, I say." Thorndike just wants to get away from all the locks these days.

"After this lock is used, it must be offered with the blood of ten people, and then the keyhole monk in hell will transmit the power to make it new, and the other party will call it "reset".

Thorndike's hollow eyes stared at the blood bag in Wu Heng's hand, like a puppy staring at the meat in his master's hand, waiting for food.

"So that's the case, it's really a low-end mystery box."

In comparison,

Those famous and exclusive mystery boxes, but they don't need these bloodstained steps at all, they themselves contain the ability to open the passage to hell, and they only need to be handed over to the flesh full of desire.

After Wu Heng continued to ask some questions about hell,

He sprinkled all the blood in his hand on Thorndike's body, and then went on to spill three more bags of plasma.

Thorndike, who had only a head left, immediately grew a body, hands and feet.

He had no skin, naked red flesh, stood up from the bed he was sitting on, and looked at Wu Heng, his eyes were full of gratitude.

"Thank you for saving me, I can't thank you enough."

Thorndike wanted to say, 'He must thank Wu Heng', and then suck Wu Heng dry, but he couldn't tell Wu Heng's depth at this time, which also made him dare not act rashly.

After all, a person who can draw dissolving spells and know the monks of hell will never be simple characters.

At the very least, he's a hellish intermediary like him.

"Fool, look down, you don't think that if you repair your body again, your body will be intact, right?"

"Instead of returning in the form of a blood sacrifice through the vehicle at the time of death, you lack the core of flesh and blood at the core of the curser, and are actually just a wild trick attached to the corpse."

"Not even the most basic of spells."

"You're still rotting, and you're going to rot faster and faster!"

Wu Heng looked at Thorndike with a foolish look and said to Thorndike, who showed a smug smile again.

When he heard this, he bowed his head,

Sure enough, I found that the muscles of my whole body were rapidly yellowing and blackening, and emitting a disgusting stench, which was getting stronger and stronger.

"Help me, since you know this, you can draw a talisman array, there must be a way to save me, please!"

Thorndike knelt on the ground, crawled straight in front of Wu Heng, and pleaded.

Compared to lifting and falling into hell, this little face is nothing.

"The only way is to have infinite flesh and blood to keep your body supplied."

A piece of skin that was constantly writhing appeared in Wu Heng's hand, and silver metal armor was attached to it.

"This skin can provide a steady stream of restored flesh and blood, wear it, and you can live forever on earth."

While speaking, Wu Heng threw the skin to Thorndike.

Thorndike hurriedly caught it, and the squirming sensation in his hand made him tremble a little, and he always felt that this was something that was no easier than being hung on a hell's torture device.

But feeling the powerlessness gradually coming from his body, he secretly gritted his teeth, only to feel his gums loosen and several teeth fell out of his mouth.

The gums, which are like paste, are really squeezed out with a single force.

"Rough, can't wait!"

Thorndike immediately draped the skin of Jason X on his body, and the skin was like an octopus, frantically absorbing it, and began to shrink and grow.

In a moment, a deformed Jason-Curse appeared in front of Wu Heng.

During this period, Thorndike also turned into a meat cocoon, and Wu Heng also enslaved him by the way.

He took out a knife, aimed it at the stiff Thorndike in the abdomen, and stabbed it hard, directly through his body.

His wound immediately began to heal, Wu Heng took out another bag of plasma and threw it to Thorndike, it caught and crushed, and the splashed blood flowed backwards and poured into Thorndike's body.

The wound that was already healing was restored in an instant.

Now not only does he have a simple and powerful healing ability, but he also has the ability to absorb and evolve as a spellcaster, and he is already a slave with growth.

Its potential may be close to that of a Hell Monk.

At this time, Wu Heng heard a series of footsteps at the door, sensed it, and found that it was a group of policemen.

Deleming was bewitched by Thorndike and committed a crazy crime in the last few days, and there was not much cover-up for the crime scene, and naturally the police noticed the clues.

Wu Heng didn't have the idea of showing his face in front of the police, and put Thorndike and Suoxin into the lifebox, turned into black smoke, burst out of the window, and disappeared into the clouds.

Boom!

At the moment when Wu Heng left, the door of Deerming's house was smashed open by a door breaker, and a large number of state police rushed in and searched everywhere.

"Zzhu, report to the captain, there is blood everywhere in the house, and no living person has been found."

"The target has disappeared, report, a large number of bodies were found in the basement."

"It has been determined that the real 'corpse maniac' is Delming in the backstreets. Litchway."

Mr. Deleming, who had been dismembered and had fallen into hell, finally slapped the current affairs experts in the face with the corpses that filled the basement, and got his rightful place in the latest issue of the newspaper.

It's a pity that he underestimated the face of those people, and they began to push some homicides in other states onto the missing Delemin.

This is another humiliation for Delming, who pursues a sense of art.

However, Deleming's fame has also attracted many fans.

There is even a girl with lip nails tattooing a portrait of Delming on her arm, making her her idol.

Princeton, Miranda Estate.

"Master Dean, you've been gone for half a year, what the hell happened, and where did you go?"

Markle, the gray-haired butler, muttered as he wiped the black glossy pistol in his hand with silk.

"Property belonging to Miranda must not be usurped by those who are not related."

"This is what the master entrusted me with before he died."

Markle took the magazine off, examined the bullet carefully, pulled the trigger a few more times, loaded the magazine back again, and placed the gun on the table.

Picked up the phone that rang and answered.

"Okay, Mr. Tichy is a professional fund person, and I naturally believe in your ability."

"Don't worry, it's only been the last few days."

After hanging up the phone, the housekeeper dialed several more calls in a row, instructed a lot of things, and only sighed until it was late at night:

"One day, Master Dean came back, only to find that the manor had changed his surname, so he didn't even have money for food."

He knew what Dean had done like a cultist half a year ago.

Although there is a desire to stop,

But at that time, Dean was the first time he was instructed to do things as the head of the family, so he had to be clear about his responsibilities as a housekeeper and do relevant things well.

"I hope the young master is okay."

Markle prayed one last time, and then lay down and fell asleep, having been sleepy at night since he had grown older.

Early the next morning.

Not long after the butler Markle finished breakfast, there was a bustling sound at the door of Miranda's manor.

"Mr. Markle, the shareholders are here again, they have brought lawyers and relatives of the Miranda family, and they are blocking the door."

A bodyguard in a suit came to Markle and reported.

"Let them in, they will always come!" Markle said coldly.

Then he waited quietly in the living room.

Soon a group of people in suits and leather shoes with big bellies walked in.

"Markle, you are only the butler of the Miranda family, not an immediate family member, and you do not have the right to make decisions for the Miranda family." A woman rebuked.

"Yes, now Dean. Miranda has been missing for half a year, the police have been looking for you for so long, there is no news, there must be an accident, the Miranda Group cannot lack someone at the helm, and we must recover his shares. ”

A group of shareholders holding the documents said with a frown.

"Hmph, why do you think the Miranda Group is called Miranda?" Markle snorted coldly, frowning.

"Hello butler, I'm Ms. Marlene's lawyer." A young man in a suit stepped forward.

"Let's not talk about those shares, now that Dean has disappeared, there are no more relatives in the Miranda family, and as far as we know, Dean has not left a will."

"And Ms. Mary is Dean's sister-in-law, and her sister is Dean's mother, although Dean's mother is dead, Ms. Mary and Mary's mother are still the closest second-generation relatives."

"According to the inheritance law, Dean had an accident, and Miranda's estate should be inherited by Ms. Marie, which is a legal and compliant matter."

When Markle heard this, he clenched his fists, and the bruises in his neck bulged.

This Marie's family, because it was too serious to suck the blood of the Miranda family, was driven away and drew a clear line, but now, like leeches, seized the opportunity and came over.

"Young Master Dean just went on a trip, and it's only been half a year, who said he died?"

"Even if you want to cancel your account, it will take at least two years."

Markle argued.

"Markle, based on your missing person revelations, we can prove that Dean is indeed missing, he hasn't appeared for half a year, it's not an accident, what else can it be, let's put it bluntly, you are holding the inheritance of the Miranda family like this, we don't feel at ease."

"If you really have to wait two years, who knows if you will hollow out the Miranda family in private."

"It's not that we can't afford to wait, it's that we don't worry about you."

"Now give us the inheritance, we will immediately buy back the shares to the shareholders, and then keep the money, if Dean has no accident and comes back one day, we can return it to him!"

Mary, a middle-aged woman wearing an expensive dress, walked out of the crowd and said aggressively.

Markle's hand twitched slightly, as if he wanted to move, he had already made up his mind at this time, even if the property of the Miranda family was confiscated, it could not be handed over to this group of leeches.

He has lived here for almost 40 years,

I also watched this place be built brick by brick, and regarded this place as a home.

The grievances between Dean and his son and these second-generation relatives are even clearer.

After Dean's disappearance,

These strangers used the inheritance law to blackmail, and legally speaking, he had no reason to refuse.

Although he also has a stake in Miranda and is a member of the shareholders, he does not have a decisive stake.

It's just that these people ignore one point,

That is a weak person, who will never be able to work hard for such a family business, and can follow this kind of person for decades, as a housekeeper, he is actually the existence of the second-in-command.

Markle is not a soft-handed man.

He had only one thought in his heart at this time: if this group of people died, no one would come to do anything again.

Thinking of this,

Markle's palm slowly touched under the table, and in the surrounding darkness, two dead men with guns had been arranged to hide.

He has no children in his life, and he has long regarded Dean as his own child, and he also contacted a professional fund person to make all his property into a fund and transfer it to Dean's name, which can be received on a monthly basis.

If Master Dean can come back, it can be regarded as a back road.

As for the Miranda family, after killing these people, there is no second-generation heir, so they will all be confiscated, and they should be considered to contribute to society.

"Markle, there's nothing to say, sign it and move out of here." Mary looked at the silent Markle and exclaimed.

She remembered how dogleg Markle was to drag her out of Miranda's door.

At the moment when the butler Markle pulled out his gun,

An indifferent voice came from the back of the crowd:

"Sign something, I'll sign it!"

It was not a loud voice, but everyone turned around, only to see that Young Master Dean, who had disappeared for half a year, was standing at the door of the living room with a relaxed face.

"Mr. Dean!" Markle rejoiced, releasing his right hand with the gun under the table.

"Dean. Dean can't be, how can you still be alive, the police say that you are more than lucky, and you have long given up the investigation! Mary pointed at Wu Heng, took two steps back, and stammered.

Wu Heng approached, the crowd automatically separated, he walked to the table, picked up the inheritance book on the table and glanced at it, then picked up the pen, turned his head to look at Mary, and said with a smile:

"Where do I sign up?"

Mary was silent, and the crowd was silent.

"Don't you say it, I guess, it's signed here!" Wu Heng picked up the pen, wrote his name at the bottom, and then slapped it into Marie's arms.

"Dean. You! Mary was shocked and full of puzzlement, suspecting that Dean had broken his head by disappearing for half a year.

"Now that the signing has been completed, then Uncle Markle, please send Marie out again, just in the same way as before."

"I wonder if you can still do it when you're old?" Wu Heng looked at Markle with a smile.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm in good shape and don't have any problems."

Although Markle didn't understand why Master Dean was signing, it didn't affect his work, and he strode forward again, grabbed Marie's hair, and dragged her out of the living room.

Everyone in the house also quickly followed and left.

Not long after, Markle, who returned to the living room, looked at Dean who was going home, his eyes were a little teary-eyed, but he wanted to stop talking.

Wu Heng knew that what he wanted to ask was why he signed that word just now, so he comforted:

"Don't worry, Uncle Markle."

"How do the dead inherit their inheritance?"

When Markle heard this, he was shocked, and he understood what Dean meant.

Just as Mary and the others walked out of Miranda Manor, a hockey-masked freak in armor appeared from the grass and followed him with a machete.

Half an hour later, Wu Heng was chatting with Markle.

The enslaved Thorndike returned to the estate with a blood-stained inheritance letter.

Wu Heng just didn't want to dirty the living room,

After all, his personal room in the lighthouse was decorated with the same furniture as here, and he finally came back.

(End of chapter)

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