With the howling of the wind,

The four of Nail Head, Trembling Teeth, Deep Throat, and Gourmets appeared in front of Wu Heng and the others.

"Oh, Christine, we thought we had lost you!" Nail Head saw Christine on the side at a glance, "It seems that you have chosen the right trip." ”

"It's great that you're back!" Deep Throat said slowly.

As for the ordinary people around Christine-Wu Heng,

It was completely ignored!

Because Wu Heng's own mind and soul, under the protection of countless layers of "Dream Prison", they were not perceived by the nail head of familiar information.

This Hell Four can only perceive that he is currently the soul and mind of an ordinary person.

For them, this ordinary person possessed by Wu Heng only had an inferior soul, and he didn't even have the value of turning it into a spell.

It's the kind of time that is a waste of time to take a second look.

Tiffany is still closing the box, but this is a labyrinth hell, and the monks can harness the power of Levita to exert a more powerful influence on the mourning box if they are in it.

Feeling the closing fluctuations coming from the mystery box, the nail head turned to look at Tiffany, and said indifferently:

"It's hell here, where can that thing send us again?"

"We're home!"

"And your journey this time has come to an end!"

Immediately, the nail head stretched out his hand, and the mystery box in Tiffany's hand floated up in the air, and after a while, it twisted into a silver diamond-shaped body, except for the lines on it, there was no longer the appearance of the mystery box.

"This mystery box, we didn't open it, that person is still in hell." Christine hurriedly spoke.

On the way here,

Wu Heng had already roughly explained to her about Tiffany being used as a tool by Channard to open the hell passage.

This time, it is also the only time that the nail head has a human touch.

It was he who prevented Deep Throat from killing Tiffany, believing that Tiffany was just a humanoid tool, and that the person who actually opened the box of mourning was Chanald.

"And what happened last time?"

"Don't you know what the box does?"

"We've been looking for each other, haven't we?" Deep Throat uttered his arguments.

The boys didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, like old friends catching up, but everyone present knew that when the time came, they would be greeted with killing and pain.

"Since you're so interested in hell, don't deny it!" Nail Head Road.

The eyes were sewn up, and the gourmet, wearing sunglasses, greedily licked his shark-like teeth.

The bare gums of the trembling teeth bumped against each other at a faster pace, like the sound of crackling electricity.

It is the act of expressing their emotions.

"Or are you deliberately playing tricks on us?"

"Are you kidding us?" Deep Throat asked.

The laceration in her throat sounded at the same time as her mouth, sounding like a cold duet.

"I'm here to find my father and Dean!" Christine spoke out loud about her purpose.

Hearing this, Nail Head seemed to hear a funny joke and let out a series of ridicule.

In the winds all around,

There was also a burst of hideous laughter with ghosts crying and wolf howls, laughing together with the nailhead quartet, like a group of flattering eunuchs.

"Dean!" Nail Head muttered the name for a moment and stopped laughing.

After all, Dean's soul can enter the Thinking Hell on his own, and it is also a special soul that has been transformed into a Hell Monk.

But it was a shame that the other party and Christine teamed up to escape the palm of his high priest of hell.

"We'll find him!" Deep Throat emphasized.

"As for your father, he is in his own hell, and you can't go at all." Nail Head Road.

"I don't believe it!"

Christine immediately retorted.

After all, she had survived in Frank's personal hell for nearly three months, so she naturally knew that outsiders could also enter the personal hell of other spells.

At the same time, one thing was confirmed, his father was dead!

"But it's true!"

"He's in his own hell, just as you're in your own hell now." Nail Head said again.

Wu Heng listened from the sidelines, he knew that this high priest of hell was nail-headed, and he didn't lie, but he didn't express it clearly.

The "hell" mentioned by Nail Head does not refer to a person's "personal hell" room, but to the entire labyrinth hell.

There is more than one hell in this world.

The meaning of nail head refers to Christine's father, Larry. Cotton, after death, it is not this Leviathan Hell that he enters, but the Abaddon Hell that is one level lower.

And he has already decided that Christine has long been a member of the Labyrinth Hell.

What he means is that Christine, a member of the Leviathan Hell, will not be able to enter the Abaddon Hell.

Just like the demons of Abaddon Hell, they can't enter the Labyrinth Hell.

It's just that the high priest likes to be subtle when he speaks, and Christine, who is still an ordinary person, has not reached the level, and her understanding of information is limited, how can she understand the circles in it.

She only thought that the nail head was deceiving people, and retorted and questioned:

"What about you?"

"Since this is my own hell, how did you get in?"

The nail head still said slowly:

"We're no longer surprised, we've always been here!"

"But we enjoyed it, we were at ease, it felt like we were exploring!" Deep throat answered.

Wu Heng watched quietly from the sidelines, and did not deliberately interfere or provoke the foursome, and later, he would surprise the four.

Tiffany reached out and grabbed the mourning box that had turned into a diamond, and studied it without distraction, but she didn't know anything, so she reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Christine's clothes.

Christine, who felt the movement, glanced back at Tiffany's slightly shaking head and knew what she meant.

Immediately gave Wu Heng a retreating look, the three of them understood, stopped talking, and turned around and ran towards the passage behind them at the same time.

Seeing that Christine was leaving,

The head of the nail immediately controlled the infernal torture instrument, and with the chain of a sharp hook, it flew towards the three people, but when it shot a distance of three meters, it stopped abruptly.

At his feet, a light shield popped up, like a stream of water, blocking and restraining the attack of the nail head.

It's just that the power of the chain is too strong, even if there is a binding array, the chain still breaks through the binding cover and shoots out three meters away.

This is already a very scary thing.

The keyhole monk, when prepared, attacked with all his might, and stretched out a piece of fingernails.

The head of the nail blocked by the restraint array, the unhurried voice, echoed in the passage and reached Wu Heng's ears:

"We are immortal."

"Plenty of time to study your flesh!"

For them, this is just a game, a game of cat and mouse, and the quartet believes that Christine and the others can't run away.

Even if you run away, as long as you don't have the ability to live forever, you don't have to go to hell after dying a hundred years old.

No one can hide from it!

just escaped one after another, which made him feel a slight sense of irritability that the game had not been cleared, and he was even more impressed by Christine.

"Tiffany, it's up to you, come on, I believe in you!"

In the process of escaping,

Christine cheered for Tiffany, who had been working on the diamond-shaped mourning box.

"Now that the shape of the mystery box has been changed, the difficulty of solving it has increased more than a hundredfold with mere understanding."

Wu Heng rode a enslaved blood horse, with the dwarf Tiffany sitting in front and Christine squeezing behind.

"If you want to continue solving the puzzle box, you have to find a formula for Tiffany."

"Using this formula to solve the problem will be much easier."

With that, he directly controlled the blood horse with his mind, reversed direction, and ran towards the depths of the passage.

"Up front, there's a huge formula!"

Wu Heng chased in the direction of Channard according to the positioning in his mind.

At this time, Channard, who sneaked into hell, was filled with infinite curiosity and desire.

Head to the deepest part of the hell passage.

As he passed through one of the passages, he glanced slightly and saw a beige decorated room.

Through the window, I saw a woman.

A woman whose flesh was exposed to the air, whose skin had been stripped off like a trench coat, half-draped on the dressing table.

She was looking in the mirror with an angry expression.

It's really naked flesh and blood in the mirror, too ugly, this is a reality that she can't accept.

Inside the mirror, there was the sound of crawling insects, like countless cockroaches inside, and countless blood stains had congealed on the dressing table.

She opened the drawer, and a large mass of cockroaches immediately crawled around in a panic, hiding in the shadows of the back half of the drawer.

A bloody hand stretched out, and a dozen cockroaches were pressed into a sauce, which she smeared on the skin beside her.

This is the only material in hell that can beautify and nourish the skin, except for flesh and blood.

After doing all this, she turned her head to look at the window, and a charming smile appeared on her bloody face, then stood up and walked gracefully to the window.

"Am I ugly?"

Chanald, who was completely stunned and felt unprecedented mental stimulation, subconsciously shook his head and denied:

"No, just a little weird!"

"Strange?"

"It's true inner beauty!" She touched her skinless, indeed inner cheek, and gently smeared the blood stained on her red fingers to Chanald's lips.

"Open the door and kiss me!"

Just six words are worth a thousand words,

The eyes of the two of them met each other, and a spark was ignited in an instant, and they looked back and smiled, just like the old karma on the shore of the Sansheng Stone.

Channard didn't hesitate, and immediately pushed the door open, and the two hugged and kissed together.

After satisfying the mental stimulation.

The woman is also rumored to have put on her own skin, revealing her appearance, which is Christine's stepmother and Larry's wife, Julie.

With a look of obsession, Channard stared closely at Julie's skin-wearing behavior, indicating that he wanted to be like this.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Julie suddenly felt a vague thought, and although it was vague, she understood the meaning.

"It's always been a dream of mine!"

"I must go and see and find out." Channard stroked Julie's face with his hand and said firmly.

"Okay, then you and I."

The door of personal hell has been opened by Chanald and is no longer a shackle for Julie, she affectionately holds Channard's arm, like a husband and wife shopping, and takes Channard to the depths of hell.

Along the way, a variety of different "personal hell" scenes made Channard feel unprecedented excitement.

His numb heart rippled again.

"Let's go, there's the greatest view in the back, don't delay." Julie patted Chanard, who was pausing to watch the "Pleasure Torture" room.

The two continued to move forward, and Julie, who was slightly behind, showed a sneer on her smiling face for a moment.

Under the correct road signs,

The two of them soon passed through the hell passage and came to the top of a labyrinth that looked like a pile of countless unfinished buildings.

Walk on an unobstructed passage flanked by a bottomless abyss filled with electricity and flames.

Above the gray sky in the very center,

A huge diamond-shaped body was standing there, constantly turning.

On each side of the rhombus, there is a deep black light, like a searchlight, shining all over the hell.

This is the entity of the Leviathan, or rather the entity he revealed.

"Oh God!" Channard subconsciously exclaimed.

"No, that's God!" Julie repudiates the God in Channard's words.

"This is the God who keeps my life alive, both on earth and in hell."

"He is the God who brings the flesh, hunger, and desire."

"This is the Lord I believe in, the Lord of the Great Labyrinth!" Julie's tone became more and more fanatical.

As Julie's words fell, the black light that had been rotating happened to sweep over Chanald's body.

Suddenly

Chanald's perverted life is shown like a movie, with scenes of torturing patients, destroying lives, and having fun with bloody corpses.

All of them indicate that Chanad's soul is very much in line with the transformation of the Monks of Hell.

Leviathan sensed Channard's desire and decided to give it a gift.

Julie reached out and hugged Channard's waist, turned his body around, stroked his face with her hand, gently pushed him back, and said with a fanatical expression:

"That's what you want!"

"I want to see it!"

"I want to know!"

"That's Him!"

In the abyss behind Chanard, a diamond-shaped medical pod-like box was silently floated, carved with patterns like a mystery box, a device that the Leviathan had specially designed to transform the monk.

Julie jerked and shoved Channard into the capsule.

"Now that you've seen it and understood it, it's time to embrace it."

"Goodbye, doctor!"

A hearty smile appeared on Julie's face, and the contribution of this soul was counted on her.

Six strange tentacles fused with machinery and flesh stirred the doctor's flesh back and forth,

The sloppy flesh was kneaded and forged like dough, getting stronger and stronger.

Two tentacle-like tubes were inserted into both temples of Chanald, and an unknown mysterious liquid of green boiling and black bubbling cold air was injected into his body at the same time.

Six tight wires wrapped around his head, slammed into the flesh, deforming and distorting his entire face.

Just as Channard was pushed into the retrofit device,

Wu Heng estimated the distance and noticed that the narrow passage not far in front was about to disappear, and behind it was a spacious gray space.

And Chanald's positioning stopped moving in front of him, and he immediately took out the agreement with Channard's name written on it and tore it up.

Channard must be being transformed into a Hell Monk, and if the transformation is successful, Levita will take control of Channard.

If you continue to maintain the link to the ability to ask for names, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not be detected by Leviathan.

The location has been determined, there is both risk and meaning, it is better to destroy.

(End of chapter)

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