Chapter 664

"I haven't seen you for a few days. How do you feel like you've lost a lot of weight?"

At this time, Su Ming was sitting on a black stone chair, and there was no view around him. There was only a circle of magma. The hot air kept twisting the air and strangled it back into his body.

In front of him was a shriveled devil. Under the red skin, it seemed that there were only bones, and the ribs could be seen clearly.

The other party looked at Su Ming with a smile, revealing his fangs and squatting on his throne like a monkey. Hearing this, he touched his stomach with his sharp claws.

Like many people who died of starvation, he was bony and had a big stomach, which made him very sick.

"Ha ha, I don't have a good appetite recently. I heard that you became the Supreme Master. I haven't had time to congratulate you."

"It's not a happy event. Maybe you'll kill you one day, maybe, ha ha..." Su Ming exchanged greetings with each other with a smile on his face. He folded his legs and put his hands on his knees.

The thin devil turned to his side and stuck himself in the groove of the throne, his head resting on one side of the armrest, his legs cocked high.

"At least I don't want to invade the main dimension. Now it's enough to do business."

Su Ming smiles. Mephisto's business is not very small. He has a monopoly on the soul trading of the earth, and there are many demons under him. He is always looking for customers for him.

Customers are usually gamblers who have lost their wealth, patients who have no medicine to cure, prostitutes who are desperate, or fools with excessive curiosity.

Mephisto will give them what they want, money, love, health, hope, but they can't do it without him.

Of course, these are basically false, either illusory smoke or time limited illusions.

Money is a fake money, love is a charm, health is a reflection, hope is actually despair.

He's a demon. What he does is reclaim his soul.

"I know, so didn't the first stop of my journey to hell start with you?"

Mephisto looked at the woman next to the new Supreme mage. The woman with long blond hair was playing with lava in her boots.

The first stop is hell? Where's the Lord of hell around you? The ability to tell lies is better than Gu Yi.

Mephisto sprang up from the throne, and he had no intention of pestering himself with trifles.

Lies, deception, conspiracy, these characteristics are more to his appetite. If he had 1% welcome to Su Ming's arrival before, now he has 2%.

He grabbed a head from the side of the throne, put it into his mouth, chewed it casually, and spit it out like betel nut: "then I will show the supreme mage to visit my hell?"

"Well, it's just what I want."

What is Mephisto's abacus? Su Ming saw clearly that he was showing his own weight, showing his role in balance.

Supreme Master, he is not afraid. As long as he is in hell, no one can hurt him.

But if the supreme mage targets the demons who go to the main dimension to do business, hell will go bankrupt.

Su Ming would not do this, because in his opinion, Mephisto's trick was more like euthanasia. Many soul sellers died in a muddle headed way. In fact, there was nothing wrong with it.

Take the little match girl as an example. Before she died, she only had matches to keep warm. She saw delicious food and relatives from her illusion, and then she died in the snow in cold and hunger.

If she made a deal with the devil, she would at least be able to eat real food, really see her loved ones, and then die painlessly with a smile.

Although they are all dead, the way to die is better. The devil's hospice care is better than the priests.

As for what happens to the soul after going to hell, that is another story. In Mephisto's hell, there are not many souls as musical instruments.

He has his own set of criteria. Only those who like to quarrel most before his life will be tied to the spire.

Mephisto likes to gamble, and the most bad gamblers in his hell.

While thinking, Su Ming followed the steps of the devil. Mephisto was waiting for him with a smile, as if he was going to walk with him.

Su Ming pushed the secret guest and let her go with Mephisto: "if you have more exchanges between the Lords of hell, I'll take a look."

On hearing this, the secret guest nodded seriously, but Mephisto could not help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

What's good to communicate between hell and Hell's border? The boss behind one is death, the other is the ancient god, which is not a way at all.

The current pattern of hell is to use ghosts to generate electricity. The soul is both labor and currency. What about the border of hell? It's all tentacle monsters, relying on the predator of the weak, the chaotic corruption of that set.

But Mephisto soon regained his smile, clapped his hands, and raised a gate from the hot lava beside him, which opened with a bang, and a familiar smell came out of the door.

Hope and despair mingle, smoke and wine and noise mingle in the atmosphere."Come and see my masterpiece." Mephisto took two quick steps and headed into the door.

Secret guest looked at Su Ming, he just gently nodded, two people also followed in.

After entering the door, it seems that a world has been changed in an instant. In front of the three people, there are rows of slot machines extending to the edge of the field of vision, but they can't see the end.

Countless pale, red eyed souls, numb but fanatically sitting in front of these slot machines, like robots, constantly pull down the rocker and watch the three lines of patterns rotate rapidly, and the machines constantly make a jingling sound.

This is Mephisto's most famous slot machine. These souls are gamblers from the earth. Their mission is to gamble until the end of the universe.

Mephisto told them that these slot machines had a winning rate of one in a million and that once they won, they would go to heaven immediately.

So these souls kept gambling, and their coin and lever movements provided energy for hell, and Mephisto made a profit.

In fact, many of these souls also know that casinos are always won by bookmakers, but hell increases their paranoia and fluke psychology, and they just want to gamble.

Heaven? It doesn't exist.

"It's loud, but it's a little noisy." Su Ming looked around and saw that the turntable of the slot machine was completely blank, but there were patterns in the eyes of these souls.

"Well, I feel the same way." Mephisto raised his claws, and the palms of his hands swung toward his face.

The surrounding environment is like the mobile phone screen is dragged, flash past the three people in a flash, for a new place.

The environment here is much better than that there just now. The scene is a huge nightclub. The basic people who work here are demons. Many souls are being squeezed by them with the means of SM. The sound of music around can not cover up the groans.

Mephisto picked up the cherries on the table, but a frightened face appeared on the cherries and screamed. He put them into his mouth without looking at them.

"How about here? Do you want to play for a few days? " Mephisto summoned some demons, as if to entertain Sumin with them.

Su Ming is very calm to refuse, demons are no better than female vampires, Howard may like, he himself.

"It's too fishy here."

After that, Mephisto displayed the seven crimes to Su Ming one by one, but Su Ming was calm all the time, as if he saw billions of souls, and still did not let him care.

Finally, the three returned to the black solitary peak, back to the starting point.

Mephisto's smile was restrained. He went to his throne, sat upright, and took out the posture of the Lord of hell.

"Come on, supreme mage, after such a big circle, what are you looking for me for?"

"It's not always you who are in circles?" Su Ming took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it in the magma beside him: "don't say, it's very fragrant to light the lava."

"Ha ha..."

"ha ha..."

one person and one ghost smile at each other, as if they are more angry and laugh longer than others. But when there is time for gemstone, Su Ming can laugh with him till the end of time.

The magma was rolling around the throne, and the smell of sulfur filled everyone's nostrils, and in the end Mephisto figured out that he couldn't just consume it.

"Are you here to change the treaty?"

"Of course, I still respect master Guyi, but she left some rules... That was 800 years ago, and now the times have changed."

Su Ming was still sitting in his chair, smoking quietly, as if casually answering the question.

"Indeed, I used to play poker for gamblers, but I've recently switched to slot machines. But there are some things that don't get better... "Said Mephisto, with his neck tilted forward.

Su Ming Dynasty's side of the ground flicked ash, leaving a small trace on the black slate: "don't be nervous, your business is still business as usual, but there is a problem we need to discuss."

"Say it."

"I can allow your salesmen to be active in the main dimension, but your thugs are always shaking around in my area, isn't it good?"

Su Ming asked with a smile. He also looked at the secret guest with inquiring eyes. The secret guest's small head was also up and down, which meant that it was really not very good.

Mephisto's feeling is disgusting. It's disgusting.

He and the knell can't help each other, but there is a hell Lord on the other side, so things are different.

Although the secret guest is not as powerful as he is, there are some properties of the Lord of hell. If he really wants to launch an invasion of hell and how many tentacled monsters will die, she will never be distressed, but his hell loss will be great.

Barefoot is never afraid to wear shoes.

"What do you want? He doesn't belong to me. " Mephisto's tone softened a little. He didn't frighten the other party before, and if he stretched it down, the string would break."He's just a tool. If his master isn't there, you're the agent." Su Ming vomited out a cigarette ring, then took out the wine bottle from his pocket and took a sip: "how about lending it to me?"

"Everything else as usual?" Mephisto's eyes rolled.

"As long as you don't want to change, everything will be the same as before, ha ha..." Su Ming also laughed.

Mephisto put on his smile again. He touched his stomach and stood up. "Your contract should be ready, right? Seriously, you are more insidious than all the black sorcerers of the Lord dimension, and I like you very much

"I'll keep my soul for myself. Don't think about it. Sign now."

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