"This is the foot of the mountain! You can hear the sound of the engine! It's CE! CE is coming! GT has been thrown away! This is impossible!"
The members of the Red Death on the top of the mountain turned green when they heard this. The world is so crazy, a Honda can get rid of a Porsche...
When Alastor finally finished the race, he saw the Honda parked on the side of the road. Mr. Cat was holding a can of coffee, leaning on his car very coquettishly and looking around. However, this scene was not about a beautiful car and a beautiful woman.
It's a combination of a cool car and a madman.
Alastor got out of the car. He was very angry at the moment and thought the consequences would be serious...
"How dare you wait for me here?"
Mr. Cat still had a decadent expression on his face: "Tsk tsk... Of course, I won't do that kind of behavior of humiliating others and then walking away. I usually do it more cruelly, that is to add insult to injury."
Put on two more feet..."
"you……"
"We might as well find a place where no one is around to talk." Mr. Cat said this as if the underworld wanted to invite you to go to an alley and beat you up.
Alastor didn't say much, he got into Mr. Cat's car, and the two of them left Fuyuna Mountain.
Half an hour later, the car stopped on the side of the road. There was only wasteland nearby. It was indeed a good place to kill people and bury corpses.
"I think we might as well make things clearer. You are a devil. I know that. Since you have not caused any casualties yet, I can give you a way to survive. If you cancel the deal with the boy named Cheng, then
Where do you come from and where are you going, then I don’t have to worry about you."
"I can see that you are a hunter...but don't you realize that your request is ridiculous?"
"Our place should be called Ghost Hunters. It feels more understandable and more handsome than your name... But Chinese is a very broad and profound thing, so I won't explain it to you anymore. Please give me an answer quickly.
"
"Ha! Hahahaha! It's so stupid! It's just a hunter! What can you do to me?"
"Hey...ignorance is really scary. You have to understand...the people who catch ghosts here are very different from those over there."
"Really? You mean, you know us very well?"
"I consulted some things about you demons from an old friend. To put it bluntly, you are just a black mist, and its manifestation in the human world is to possess people. This poor thing possessed by you has
Abilities such as rapid self-healing, teleportation, and reading people's hearts. Of course, the strength of your abilities is directly proportional to the strength of the devil you are.
As far as I know, the hunters over there are almost impossible to kill you. Although the holy water can burn you, it can't cause any substantial damage, so all they can do is draw King Solomon's six-pointed star on the ground or ceiling.
Then I will lure you into the trap, and after trapping you, I will recite the Latin nonsense at the beginning of Exorcizamuste and send you back to hell."
Alastor was still confident: "So, what's the difference between your hunters here?"
"Ah... How should I put it? We don't need crosses and stakes to kill vampires, we don't need silver bullets to kill werewolves, and we don't need COLT to kill demons..."
"I know far more than you think. All in all, those are methods for ordinary people to fight against various supernatural forces, but we ghost hunters... are not ordinary people."
"Didn't you grow up drinking holy water?" Alastor sneered.
"You foreigners have really poor imagination..." A red light appeared between Master Mao's fingers, and he already had four scalpels in his hand.
Alastor seemed a little surprised when he saw this scene, but he immediately said with a normal expression: "I understand, you have something similar to super powers, but so what? Are you going to kill me? After all, you
It’s just a matter of hacking this poor guy’s body to death, I just need another person to live as a parasite.”
"Really?" Master Cat's voice had already reached Alastor's side.
Everything was so fast, Alastor couldn't imagine that people could reach such speed. A red light had already passed through his throat, but not a drop of blood flowed down.
"How could... be like this..." Thick black mist slowly flowed out of Alastor's mouth. He covered his throat and fell to his knees, his expression extremely painful.
"That's it, do you understand?"
The man in front of Mr. Cat did not suffer any substantial injuries. What was injured was only the devil in his body. Mr. Cat's scalpel cut Alastor's throat.
"You...you...why..."
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. I said, I know more than you think. I know you very well.
Low-level demons like you always like to crawl into the human world and make deals with humans. As long as the deadline for the deal is up, you can get that person's soul. This is much more satisfying than killing people, because after killing people, you can get that person's soul.
A person only goes to hell, and his soul belongs to Satan, but if the soul falls into your hands, you can torture him at will, and his pain is your source of strength.
My friend originally said that every time a person like you is sent back to hell, he will be punished twice as much as the last time. That's why I made the suggestion just now. Unexpectedly, you are looking for death... Then you don't have to go back to hell.
Now, just disappear from this world."
The red light flashed again, and Alastor screamed, but the sound did not come from the throat of the man in black, but from his chest. The sound was strange and abnormal, like fingernails sliding across glass.
Generally sharp and harsh, making people's hair stand on end.
A large amount of black mist poured out from the mouth of the man in black. The black mist flowed to the ground and turned into flames, but it was quickly extinguished.
When Alastor was completely separated from the man's body and died, the man also fainted on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead...
