Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

There is a myth in western India.

The goddess of prosperity, in charge of gold and food, gave birth to 160 million children, who later became gods. But the goddess of prosperity's favorite is her first child "Hasta".

Hastur was greedy by nature. He stole all the gold from the goddess and also wanted to steal all the food.

When the gods found out, they tore him into pieces.

In order to save Hastur, the goddess of prosperity hid him back in her womb and set a seal.

Unable to find it, the gods united and cursed Hastur. Hastur would never be worshiped by the world, and he would be burned with ownerless food.

Hastur had endless wealth in the womb of the goddess of prosperity, but he also had to endure endless hunger.

A village in western India called Tabade is where the womb of the goddess is located.

For the sake of wealth, the local Rao family actually built a temple for Hastur, and it has been rainy in Tabad ever since.

The story is roughly divided into three stages. In 1918, Sarkar Rao was the village chief and the only person who knew the secret of the treasure. He had a mistress and two illegitimate children.

Salka never told the secret of the treasure until his death, but his great-grandmother was bitten by Hastur when she entered the treasure and turned into a long-lived monster covered in rot and extremely hungry.

In 1933, Vinayak Rao, the eldest son of Sarkar's mistress, grew up and asked the secret of the treasure from his great-grandmother who had turned into a monster. He successfully obtained gold coins and lived a prosperous life until he was old. At that time, he was killed by his son Pan Delang's "greed".

Wu Heng's paper was filled with dense writing.

This movie mainly tells a story about greed, and the most important thing is the bag of wealth around the waist of the son of God, "Hasta".

He straightened out the plot, tore up the paper ball and flushed it in the toilet.

He locked the door of his home, put on a disguise, touched the tower seal, and entered the lighthouse.

Standing on the square inside the lighthouse, the vast ocean-like darkness outside the lighthouse makes people feel even more insignificant.

Wu Heng walked around the square and saw a place where there were rows of signs with the items for sale and the trading hours written on them.

"Selling the exorcism cross, which can block ordinary monsters, 1000 survival points, lighthouse identification and certification, and be online for 5 minutes at 1 o'clock every day."

"The burial clothes of a century-old zombie are for sale. They have sinister aura and can deter the little tricksters. They have 900 survival points. They are certified by lighthouses and are online for 3 minutes at 1 o'clock every day."

There are many things written on these signs, such as sinister paper umbrellas, ribs of walking corpses, exorcism talismans, holy water, etc.

They are all low-priced items with weak effects. With lighthouse identification, there is no possibility of missing them. There is nothing powerful among them.

Wu Heng saw a stall that was being guarded. There were two customers in front of the stall table. When he walked up to the stall, he saw the words on the stall:

"Selling gold, cash from various countries in Deep Blue Star, various modern technological items, individual firepower, real-life negotiations, real-life data modification, and various real-life item reservations."

The stall owner was a man wearing a silver armor with a high sense of technology, with cyan scales on his exposed skin. He sat upright behind the table and registered the needs of the two customers in front of him with paper.

The first two customers quickly disappeared, and it was Wu Heng's turn.

"Hello, if you have any needs, this is our list. It's a lot. You can also ask me directly."

The stall owner took out a book about an inch thick with illustrations and handed it to Wu Heng.

"This list is given to you. You can take it with you and read it slowly. If you need anything, come to our booth anytime. We are staffed 24 hours a day. You can also ask us about anything that is not on the list."

Wu Heng flipped through the list, and it read on the first page:

One million Red Moon Federation coins, priced at 5 survival points.

One kilogram of gold costs 3 survival points.

I scrolled back again: shotguns, submachine guns, Gatling, drones.

"I want 2 kilograms of gold, a SAA-13 shotgun with 50 rounds of ammunition, two Shadow D28 drones, 4 packs of 500 ml plasma, and a modern technology gift pack."

Although the first item of banknote exchange seemed to be more profitable than selling ginseng, Wu Heng did not dare to use the money from this exchange at will. The person in front of him was obviously a salesperson of some force.

"A total of 60 survival points. Pick up and pay after 10 minutes."

The stall owner said calmly while recording with a pen.

Wu Heng turned around and planned to continue looking at other stalls. The stall owner seemed to remember what he had left unsaid.

"Hello!"

"Is there anything else?" Wu Heng turned around in confusion.

"Well, welcome to visit next time." The stall owner added stiffly.

"oh"

Ten minutes later, Wu Heng looked at his packed personal space: 10 exorcism talismans, 2 kilograms of gold, shotguns, two drones, 4 packs of 500 ml plasma, modern technology gift packs, and ice and snow crystal balls.

The suitcase took up too much space, so Wu Heng did not carry it, and then touched the tower seal: "Enter the plot world in advance."

[Identity information has been locked, lighthouse number: SL914]

[This time anchoring the world: "Tabad\