I am your natural enemy

The Devil Broker now feels that he should keep a low profile. In recent months, his reputation has grown so fast that even these vulgar, uneducated, disgusting and ugly demons know him.

If the other party didn't have a background and was willing to use good things to summon, he would have wanted to spit on the other party's face.

The Broken Horn Demon didn't care about the Devil Broker's words and pointed to the three people tied on the ground.

"Don't worry, I understand the market. They are all willing. They have signed the contract a long time ago. Now I am just here to collect the debt."

The Broken Horn Demon took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and with a tremble of his hand, the parchment unfolded. The content inside was that someone sold his soul in exchange for power.

There was also a supplementary agreement at the back, and the souls of his wife and first child were also sold.

The Devil Broker was slightly startled, and looked at the three people tied on the ground with great surprise. He didn't even realize that these three people had sold their souls.

The Broken Horn Demon said with a little pride.

"I helped them to connect and paid a priest to bless them. Except for the creditors, the devils can't see that they sold their souls. Otherwise, the local councillors certainly can't be seen to have sold their souls. How about it, a soul of status, a soul that is not very pure but still young, this price is high enough, right?"

"I'm really sorry, I can't do soul trade. If I violate the rules, I will be dragged out by the Lord Demon to bask in the sun. Sir, if you need it, you should find someone else."

The Broken Horn Demon didn't force it, knowing that it would be useless to force it. Soul trading is indeed very sensitive to the devil. If a demon king monopolizes the trade, an area will be the other party's territory. If other demons try to get involved, the consequences will be serious.

"I would like to ask you to help me find out some information in Purgatory, and I will pay you what you want.

First, I want to know what happened to the King in the Sea of ​​Undead in Purgatory.

Second, I want to know if there are other people in the Sea of ​​Undead, and if that guy has licked the toes of the King of Undead.

Third, a person from the Winchester family has entered Purgatory, and I want to know who he is and what he is good at.

That's about it."

Speaking of this, the Broken Horn Demon suddenly laughed with gloating.

"Oh, yes, there is a fourth one.

Yesterday, someone heard the dying wail of an executioner of the Inquisition. I want to know if someone else was forced into a desperate situation and triggered a miracle.

If you find out who it is, you can pass on a message for me. In my name, tell him that if he is willing to join my team, I can provide all the help, including helping him get indulgences in another sect.

Even if he is not willing, there is a throne reserved for him in the sulfur hell, waiting for his arrival."

"Okay, if I find anything, I will report to you again." The devil broker was very polite and said that he would try his best.

After leaving, the devil broker forgot about this matter. If the stingy evil demon did not offer a price, he would assume that he wanted to get it for free.

As for the investigation? Investigate a fart. From today on, he will no longer accept intelligence about the Sea of ​​the Dead. If he asks, it is too dangerous. If he asks again, it is just a pity that he is not capable enough.

The devil broker recorded the things that the broken-horned demon wanted to investigate. This question itself is intelligence, and he will sell it to the devil later.

On the other side, Wen Yan had already set out with Sam to get another piece of broken iron.

On the way, Sam told him a lot about things here. The situation here is very complicated. The locals don’t really understand it. There are several major churches and dozens of sects of various sizes.

There are another wave of people who target ordinary people and those who target aliens, professionals, etc. There are many extreme people, but they generally have the same attitude. The better ones compare themselves to shepherds, and the more straightforward ones compare themselves to ranchers. They don’t care about the general public at all, or who the cattle and horses are, as long as they have them.

This is why there are three factions here, no matter how roughly they are divided, the church, the dark creatures, and the exorcists.

In reality, the three parties actually control a part of the industries related to ordinary people, and there are a lot of scum in them.

Wen Yan had a headache listening to it, especially when he heard that many people here were jumping back and forth, standing on this side today and standing on that side tomorrow, which was actually considered normal.

This led to some of the general intelligence of the Lieyang Department being inaccurate.

Moreover, Oriental faces are very rare among exorcists, and it is difficult for them to make a name for themselves. In fact, all parties are very repulsive to them. Wen Yan will be very conspicuous here if they are openly repulsive.

Especially when he is with Sam, Wen Yan's appearance is even more conspicuous.

Wen Yan doesn't care, saying that he will get out after getting the things, and he doesn't want to come here at all if he doesn't hang out with Robin.

He was originally thinking about whether he could get some news about the Yellow Demon, but today, Sam got the news that Florida seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and many things that had gathered there before began to withdraw from Florida before the forces of several sects arrived.

Forget it, if the other party wants to hide, he can't find any news.

Originally, the world boss descended in Florida. If there were no previous lessons, they would be worried about being dragged into the water, and everyone would be finished. The Lieyang Tribe and Wen Yan didn't want to pay attention at all.

Now that the Yellow Demon's rapid rise has been cut off, the other party's lackeys have begun to scatter, and no one knows where to go. There is no news about the Yellow Demon, so Wen Yan is not going to waste it here.

He was simply dragged in. If he could solve the problem easily, that would be the best. If it turned into a long-term tug-of-war, he would not have time to waste on Robin. As an internationalist, Shenzhou still had many things to do.

He had to go back and see where his detector had flown to. He had not been specifically told yet, so everything was normal.

When they arrived near Sam's other safe house, Wen Yan frowned slightly, and felt some seemingly sinister and evil aura ahead.

"Sam, do you have any evil spirits or friends like devils or demons to help you guard your safe house?"

"No." Hearing this, Sam's face suddenly froze.

"Oh, that's good."

Sam stopped the car and started to take his equipment, ready to fight. In addition to guns, he also brought four knives of various types.

After getting off the car, the surrounding environment suddenly became dim, and a hint of sulfur began to permeate the air.

A middle-aged man in a suit with slightly red skin stood there quietly. When he saw Sam, he immediately smiled.

"Sam Winchester, nice to meet you. It's really not easy to find your trace."

Sam didn't say anything, just raised the modified shotgun in his hand.

"Don't be nervous, I know you are the recorder of this generation.

My master wants to ask you something, and wants to invite you to come. There is a generous reward.

Just ask some questions.

As one of the rewards, we can tell you some news about your grandfather, such as where he was buried."

"What does Red Sir want me to do?" Sam frowned.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Although I don't want to explain, Red Sir is not qualified to be my master."

"Sorry, I don't have time, please leave here immediately."

"Sam, if you do this, I will be very embarrassed. If I can't invite you, my master will think I am incompetent."

In the car, Wen Yan saw the prompt.

"Red Devil."

"One of the core members of the Red Devil clan, red skin is their most iconic feature.

Born in a hell full of flames, they are born with the ability to master fire magic, and are one of the targets of some bloodline casters who transplant bloodlines.

As native demons with bodies, they have evolved a series of things for the continuation of the clan.

In hell, either they are large in number and rely on absolute numbers to continue to reproduce.

Or they are strong enough to maintain the safety of the clan with strong enough power.

They chose the latter and abandoned some of the disadvantages brought by inbreeding.

Add to that the power of bee colonies and super adaptability.

To this day, in addition to the small number and lack of creativity, , there are almost no other shortcomings. "

"Please be careful, as long as they are injured by special power, under the blessing of the swarm-like power, all the core members of the Red Devil will record this power in their blood at the same time.

Special power is all mysterious power except pure physical damage, including but not limited to Yang Qi, professional ability, curse, magic, superpowers, etc.

When you injure or kill the opponent, the next time, any core member of the Red Devil will confirm from the blood that it is you who injured or killed a core member of the Red Devil as soon as they see you. "

"Temporary ability: Jade Pivot Fire Mansion True Talisman."

When Wen Yan saw this, a new prompt appeared behind.

"You have generated the temporary ability Jade Pivot Fire Mansion True Talisman six times, and the bond is deep. The difficulty of permanently obtaining the Jade Pivot Fire Mansion True Talisman is reduced by two levels. "

Wen Yan casually hung up the Jade Pivot Fire Mansion True Talisman, thinking that it can be like this?

Go back and find someone to study what this talisman is about. He is indeed very predestined with this talisman.

He was just thinking about it when Sam reminded him.

"This guy is very troublesome. Whoever hurts him or kills him will be recorded by other Red Devils. They will recognize him at a glance next time. Be careful."

Sam reminded Wen Yan, meaning that Wen Yan should not be impulsive and kill the Red Devils in front of him directly. That would be no different from poking a hornet's nest.

Wen Yan understood the prompts, which meant that his power would be recorded by the blood of all the core Red Devils. It was not just a mark of hatred, but it might also allow these Red Devils to understand and adapt in advance.

Wen Yan nodded, indicating that I would just watch.

However, the next moment, the Red Devils in suits saw that Sam seemed ready to resist, and he adjusted his tie, feeling a little helpless.

"Sam, please cooperate. My master told me to take you back, not to beat you half to death. I can't risk hurting your brain."

As he said that, the suited red devil stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the vehicle caught fire. The flames quickly expanded from the fuel tank and enveloped the entire vehicle.

Wen Yan sat in the car, staring at this scene in a daze, watching the surroundings suddenly enveloped by flames.

To be honest, Sam had told him a lot, but it was still not as touching as seeing it once.

The professionals and aliens here were almost not suppressed. There was really no awe or restraint. As long as there was a need, they could kill a cow or a horse at will. In the eyes of the other party, it was no different from stepping on an ant.

In this case, this ghost place had not collapsed yet. Wen Yan felt a little incredible.

He sat in the car and smiled silently. This feeling was quite special. He was treated as a passerby and was ready to be killed at will.

The flames burned like this. If an ordinary person survived in time, he would at least be severely burned.

The flames roared into the car, and Sam's furious roar could be heard outside.

Wen Yan thought about it, calculated the position just now, and then rummaged through the gold ring and found a gold brick.

The next moment, he picked up the mask and put it on his face.

In an instant, his eyes saw through the flames outside and peeked at the position of the red devil, and then he also felt a huge pressure against him at the same time.

The moment he felt the huge pressure approaching rapidly, Wen Yan took off his mask.

The next moment, the car window glass was broken into a three-finger-wide crack. Wen Yan's hand shook violently, and a piece of broken iron was already stuck in the gold brick in his hand.

Outside the car, the Red Devil in the suit seemed to have noticed something. He looked down at his abdomen and was shocked to find that he was injured, and he didn't even feel it.

But the next moment, he felt a decadent and bleak force in the puncture wound on his abdomen, which turned into a breeze and blew over his body.

His body was as insignificant as dust under this seemingly gentle force.

From his wound, his body began to turn into dust and dissipated with the wind.

When he realized how outrageous his illusion was, he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

If it were his limbs, it would be fine, but he couldn't cut off all the parts below his thighs and shoulders in an instant.

He tried to look back and wanted to see who had such a strong power.

But when he looked back, he only saw Sam's safe house, located at the end of the dirt road under his feet, and no one was seen.

When those powers spread rapidly to his heart and his blood, he began to panic.

This couldn't possibly be Sam's power. He wanted to commit suicide quickly to prevent this power from being recorded, but it was too late. It was useless. This way of recording was not active control at all, but a bloodline talent.

He had no ability to prevent this talent from taking effect.

The suited red devil stretched out his hand, and without saying a word, his body quickly weathered, turned into dust, and drifted away with the wind.

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, the broken-horned demon was having fun. Suddenly, his face changed drastically, he stood up suddenly, stretched out a hand, roared, and forcibly broke his other horn.

After the broken demon horn fell to the ground, it quickly weathered in the air at the moment it bounced up, turned into dust, and slowly fell.

The broken-horned demon was shocked and angry. Which stupid red devil was this, provoking a power that must not be provoked.

At that moment just now, a new record appeared in his bloodline. A core red devil was killed, and the power to kill that guy was recorded.

However, the information itself carried power, and it almost spread completely, killing all the core Red Devils.

He interrupted the record at the cost of a broken horn, so that the power would not spread.

The Broken Horn Demon put on his pants, sat on the sofa, picked up the phone and started to make calls. He wanted to know who hung up and who was stupid.

It has only been a short time, and the broken horn in front of him has not grown out yet, and someone else has caused big trouble.

Now there are no two chances to make mistakes. If the same problem occurs again next time, all the core members of the Red Devils will be finished together.

On the other side, Wen Yan kicked open the car door that could no longer be opened normally, and walked out of the car burning with flames.

When he walked out of the range of the flames, the flames burning around him, as if they had spirits, took the initiative to avoid him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it when I was about to be burned to death."

"I'm glad you're okay." Sam let out a long sigh and looked at the piece of gold in Wen Yan's hand and the iron sheet stuck in the gold: "It seems to be a thing. If I see it again in the future, I will keep it for you."

"Thank you, buddy, this may cause you trouble."

"No, it's not you who is causing trouble, but the trouble is coming to me. I haven't met such a rampant guy for a long time. My elders have seen the leader of the Red Devil, and that leader is not so arrogant. However, you should leave quickly and leave Robin."

"It's easy for me to leave, but what about you? ? "

"Me? You don't have to worry about my safety, this is my battlefield.

I have killed angels and demons, but I have cooperated with angels and demons.

Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, and don't be surprised.

It is a typical act of racial discrimination to regard all races as one kind of people.

Not all demons are soul fraudsters, and not all angels are emotionless executioners. There are always exceptions.

Don't treat them all as villains who must be killed when you see them. "

"..."

Wen Yan didn't know what to say for a while. He didn't think it was so bad. He actually thought that most of them should be pretty good.

But Sam's words were equivalent to telling him that there are always some good cases among capitalists.

"Okay, you are right."

"There is something I want to ask you. Do you know something about the super high-standard summoning ceremony in Florida?"

"Yes, I know something."

"Please tell me."

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment. If this matter is brought up, Lucy will inevitably be involved.

But now it is heard that Huang Mo's lackeys have all withdrawn from Florida. Huang Mo should have given up the quick victory route and started to hide and find another way.

However, it is indeed possible not to mention Lucy now, because Lucy's route has failed.

Regarding the world boss, ask the Lieyang Department first to see if they can reveal it. After all, the Lieyang Department has already told Robin's people.

"I just happen to have something that I would like to ask you to help investigate. I have a friend who is a witch in Florida. It is said that she was taken away by Foboler. I want you to help find out where she is now."

"Okay, you can call this number if you have anything."

After hearing this, Sam did not continue to ask, and took out a business card and handed it to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan also left a contact number for Sam, and now he is going to go home first.

If he doesn't go back, the Chinese New Year will be next month, and he doesn't want to spend the New Year here.