All Worlds Madhouse

Yes, it’s lung cancer.

Although Constantine had almost forgotten this feeling, when the pain hit him again, he could clearly recall that a few years ago, he was in the pain of having a hot iron inserted into his chest. , waiting for death, and on the verge of death, he tricked the three demon kings of hell and gained a new life.

But isn’t my cancer already cured? How could it reappear?

Could it be that the death of the First Fallen caused the contract to become invalid? No, even if the contract is voided because of the death of one party, the cancer should not come back, because Beelzebub is not dead yet.

John couldn't understand, and he had no thoughts to think about it. The fatal pain had begun to erode his thoughts, making him kneel on the ground, almost as if he was coughing out all his internal organs.

And this time.

On the ground, the flesh and blood of the First Fallen began to squirm in an extremely strange way.

They first gathered together, then softened like melted chocolate, forming a sticky jelly-like thing, and finally stood up in the form of a person.

"You must be wondering why your cancer has come back, right." The man said. In fact, at this moment, his facial features and skin had gradually become clearer. He was a man who looked to be only about 30 years old. He was young, but he could still tell with a quick glance that this guy was the First Fallen.

"The answer is simple, because I gave your cancer back to you." The First Fallen said calmly.

John was still coughing violently and did not respond to the First Fallen.

The First Fallen turned slightly again and faced Ziliang: "Well, I have to admit that you are very powerful. You are the first person to kill me in thousands of years."

"It seems that he is not completely dead yet." Ziliang said.

"Yeah, not completely dead, but you don't have to worry, because you can continue to kill me. As for John's cancer, naturally with my death, it will be transferred to Beelzebub for preservation. After all, the contract You still have to abide by it.”

"Kakakaka————"

Before the First Fallen could finish speaking, a stronger wind struck than before, and the First Fallen fell apart again instantly like raindrops being shattered in mid-air.

Ziliang is not in the habit of talking nonsense. Since the other party has said that he can continue to kill, he doesn't mind trying the water again.

However, as soon as the stuffed stuff like dumpling stuffing fell to the ground, it stood up again, forming an even younger First Fallen.

Ziliang's brows finally furrowed: "It seems that you are not so easy to be killed."

"Of course, or to put it simply, I can't be killed." The First Fallen said: "Oh, I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that all the abilities in this hospital have failed. Why? I can still stand up like this over and over again. Indeed, this place blocks all the power systems in this plane, but you also said that everything in the world always has rules, and in a sense, I am in this world They are one and the same, if you want to kill me, you must first destroy the entire world."

"Ahem - don't, don't listen to his nonsense!" Constantine shouted with difficulty: "He is a devil and has nothing to do with this world. Ahem, he is fooling you, keep cutting, he should have some The type with a few lives will be hacked to death sooner or later!"

"Hahaha - John, I know you don't want to believe it, but it is the truth. I will never die. Your fate is already determined. In the remaining time, you will suffer from lung cancer and die painfully. , and then come to the [Constantine Theme Park] I prepared for you to spend the eternity after your death. Hahaha - Oh, by the way, I have to clarify, not all people in hell are They are all devils, just like me.

As soon as he heard this, Constantine seemed extremely excited: "Damn it! Help me kill him quickly! Ahem, as long as you kill him, I will go with you. I don't want any beauty!"

Ziliang ignored John's yelling. The scene in front of him was indeed a bit beyond his expectation. Therefore, Ziliang took out his black notebook and opened it to see what this [First Fallen] was.

The compass was indeed very reliable. Soon, the scan of the First Fallen was completed. A long, long story appeared on the page. Ziliang only glanced at it and couldn't control his excitement. Mouth.

"Damn it. You still play like this??"

The First Fallen saw Ziliang's expression: "Haha, not bad. It seems that you already know something."

Ziliang scratched his nose in embarrassment: "Yeah, yes, I do know a little bit, but is the story really going to unfold like this?"

"Haha -" the First Fallen laughed: "Whatever is better than worse is just a joke." As he said that, he walked to Constantine who was kneeling on the ground coughing, and then sat down.

"Do you want to hear a story?" he asked.

"Ahem. Who wants to listen to your nonsense story? I just want you to die now!"

The First Fallen nodded: "Yes, actually, I have always wanted to kill myself, but unfortunately, it has not succeeded for thousands of years."

"Then what the hell does it gain me to hear your story?"

"I can give you a cigarette."

"Okay, tell me, the cigarette is in the left pocket." Constantine said so spinelessly.

The First Fallen put his hand into John's pocket, took out a cigarette, inserted it into his mouth full of blood like an old friend, and lit it for him while he choked violently.

Then he said slowly.

Long before the birth of heaven and hell, the world was actually not that complicated. It had only one place, and that was where God was.

Of course, there was nothing in that place, just like a rough house that had not been decorated yet.

As mentioned in all mythological stories, one day, God got bored, so he planned to create something to relieve his boredom.

So, this "boredom-relieving thing" appeared. It was the first creation in the world. Its appearance was like a "human being" who was over 40 years old, because it was created by God according to his own appearance. It was not an angel, not a demon, and certainly not a human being, because there were no such things in the world at that time, and naturally, they had no names.

But that thing can see, touch, speak, and think.

This is the beginning of all disasters.

(It’s Monday, next chapter may be late, mua.)