Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"You can ask whatever you want, but let me go first, my body hurts!" Thorndike, who was left with only a skull, cried out in a hurry.

"Don't worry, you don't have a body!"

Wu Heng looked at Thorndike, who was left with only a skull, and then looked at the bone fragments on the ground that had rotted into dregs after being kicked by him.

"But it really hurts!"

Thorndike cried out in pain, and three cracks suddenly appeared on his skull, as if it had experienced decades of wind and rain, and a piece of it collapsed.

Seeing this,

Wu Heng had a bag of plasma in his hand, tore it open and dripped three drops on Thorndike's head.

The blood was completely absorbed, and the cracks gradually healed, leaving only shallow old marks. Due to insufficient blood supply, it only slowed down the speed of decay.

"Hiss, so cool, give it to me quickly, give it all to me. Please!" Thorndike's skull trembled and he begged immediately.

His tone at this time was like a consumptive ghost on the street.

"Who are you? How long has the Hell Monk been trapped?"

"My name is Thorndike. I am a Hell worshipper and the human intermediary of the Keyhole Hell Monk."

"He has been trapped for about 2 minutes. Damn it. I have dedicated dozens of potential souls to him, and his way of repaying me is to send me to the gallows for torture and dismemberment. Damn hell devil!" Thorndike said.

"Two minutes?"

Wu Heng's eyes flashed when he heard the time of the dissolution array.

The "dissolution array" that can bind all hell creatures is not as good as the "Seluent spell array" that is specifically used against the power of Leviathan.

But at his current speed,

two minutes of escape time is enough for him to escape even if he really encounters a Hell Monk.

It's just that the intermediary used by the Keyhole Hell Monk who appeared this time is just a human with an evil personality like Thorndike, and this monk himself has not appeared more than twice in the plot.

It is very likely that he is just one of the ordinary Hell Monks.

Compared with the four-man group of Nailhead, it is definitely much worse, even worse than the Ice Monk.

In this way, the spell array that can trap the keyhole monk for two minutes may only be able to trap the nail head for one minute at most.

But it can be used!

Wu Heng put Thorndike's head on the side of the bed, and with a wave of his hand, the old lock on the ground flew into his hand.

"How to refurbish this mourning box?"

"Give me all the blood, I'll tell you." The skull on the bed bargained.

Wu Heng squeezed out three drops of blood from the plasma bag in his other hand again, slowing down Thorndike's decay.

"If you keep talking nonsense, go find the owner of this lock!"

"No, I'll tell you." Thorndike now just wants to stay away from all locks.

"After using this lock, it must be nourished with the blood of ten people, and then the keyhole monk in hell will pass on the power to make it brand new, and the other party calls it "reset". "

Thorndike's hollow eyes stared at the blood bag in Wu Heng's hand, just like a puppy staring at the piece of meat in its owner's hand, waiting eagerly for food.

"So that's how it is. It's really a low-end puzzle box."

In comparison,

those famous exclusive puzzle boxes don't need these bloody steps at all. They themselves contain the ability to open the passage to hell. They only need to be given to the body full of desire.

After Wu Heng continued to ask some questions about hell,

he sprinkled all the blood in his hand on Thorndike's body, and then continued to sprinkle three bags of blood plasma.

Thorndike, who only had his head left, immediately grew a body and hands and feet.

He had no skin, and his red flesh was exposed. He stood up from the bed he was sitting on and looked at Wu Heng with gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you for saving me. I am really grateful. "

Thorndike wanted to say 'he must express his gratitude to Wu Heng', and then suck Wu Heng dry, but he could not tell the depth of Wu Heng at this time, which made him dare not act rashly.

After all, someone who can draw a dissolving spell and knows the monks of hell is definitely not a simple character.

At least he is a hell intermediary like him.

"Stupid, look down, you don't think that your body will be intact after repairing it again, right?"

"Without returning through the carrier at the time of death in the form of a blood sacrifice, you lack the core of the flesh and blood of the curser, and are actually just a wild ghost attached to a corpse."

"Not even the most basic curser."

"You are still rotting, and it will rot faster and faster! "

Wu Heng looked at Thorndike, who was smiling smugly again, with a look like he was looking at a fool.

He lowered his head when he heard it,

and found that his muscles were rapidly turning yellow and black, and emitting a disgusting stench that was getting stronger and stronger.

"Save me, since you know all this and can draw talismans, you must have a way to save me, please!"

Thorndike knelt on the ground, crawled straight to Wu Heng, and begged.

Compared to falling into hell, this little face is nothing.

"The only way is to keep your body supplied with unlimited flesh and blood."

A piece of skin appeared in Wu Heng's hand, which was constantly twisting, and there was a silver metal armor attached to it.

"This skin can provide a constant supply of flesh and blood. Wear it, and you can live forever in the world."

While talking, Wu Heng threw the skin to Thorndike.

Thorndike hurriedly caught it, and the squirming feeling in his hand made him a little frightened. He always felt that this was a thing that was no easier than being hung on a torture device in hell.

But feeling the sense of weakness gradually coming from his body, he secretly gritted his teeth, only to feel that his gums loosened and several teeth fell out of his mouth.

The gums were like paste, and the teeth were actually squeezed out with a strong force.

"Chou, we can't wait any longer!"

Thorndike immediately put Jason-X's skin on his body. The skin was like an octopus, adsorbing it like crazy, and began to shrink and grow.

In a moment, a deformed Jason Cursor appeared in front of Wu Heng.

During this period, Thorndike also turned into a cocoon of flesh, and Wu Heng also enslaved him.

He took out a knife, pointed it at the stiff Thorndike's abdomen, stabbed it in hard, and penetrated directly through the body.

The wound began to heal immediately. Wu Heng took out another bag of plasma and threw it to Thorndike. It caught it and crushed it, and the splashing blood poured into Thorndike's body like it was flowing backwards.

The wound that was already healing suddenly recovered in an instant.

Now it not only has a simple and powerful healing ability, but also has the ability to absorb and evolve as a curser. This is already a slave with growth potential.

Its potential may be close to that of a monk from hell.

At this time, Wu Heng heard a series of footsteps coming from the door. He sensed it and found that it was a group of police officers.

Delming was bewitched by Thorndike and committed crimes crazily in the last few days. There was not much cover-up at the scene of the crime, and the clues were naturally noticed by the police.

Wu Heng had no idea of ​​showing his face in front of the police, so he put Thorndike and Suo Xin's phylactery into the casket, turned into black smoke, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the clouds.

Bang!

The moment Wu Heng left, Delming's door was smashed open with a door breaker, and a large number of state police officers filed in and searched everywhere.

"Zizhuhu, report to the captain, there are bloodstains everywhere in the house, and no one alive was found."

"The target person has disappeared, report, and a large number of bodies were found in the basement."

"It has been confirmed that the real 'dismemberment maniac' is Delmin Litchway of the backstreets."

Mr. Delming, who had been dismembered and fell into hell, finally slapped the current affairs experts in the face with the corpses that filled the basement. In the latest issue of the news newspaper, he got what he deserved. status.

It's a pity that he underestimated the dignity of those people, and they began to blame some murder cases in other states on the missing Delmin.

This is another kind of humiliation for Delming who pursues artistic sense.

However, Delming's fame has also attracted many fans.

There is even a girl with a lipstick who has a portrait of Delmin tattooed on her arm and regards it as her idol.

Miranda Manor, Princeton.

"Master Dean, you have disappeared for half a year. What happened and where did you go?"

Markle, the gray-haired butler, murmured while wiping the shiny black pistol in his hand with silk.

"Property that belongs to Miranda must not be appropriated by those who are not related to her."

"This is something the master asked me to do before he died."

Markle took off the magazine, checked the bullet carefully, pulled the trigger a few times with the chamber empty, put the magazine back again, and placed the gun on the table.

He picked up the ringing cell phone and answered it.

"Okay, Mr. Teach is a professional fund manager, so I naturally believe in your ability."

"Don't worry, it's just the past few days."

After hanging up the phone, the housekeeper made several more calls and gave a lot of instructions. It was not until late at night that he sighed:

"You can't have Master Dean come back one day, only to find that the manor has changed his surname, and he doesn't even have money for food."

He knew about the cult-like things Dean did half a year ago.

Although I have the intention to stop it,

But at that time, Dean was told to do things for the first time as the head of the family since he was a child, so he had to understand his responsibilities as a housekeeper and do related things well.

"I hope the young master is okay."

Markle said a final prayer before lying down and falling asleep, having always been sleepy at night since she was getting older.

Early the next morning.

Not long after the housekeeper Markle finished breakfast, bustling sounds came from the door of Miranda Manor.

"Mr. Markle, those shareholders are here again. They brought lawyers and relatives of the Miranda family and are blocking the door."

A bodyguard in a suit came to Markle and reported.

"Let them in, what is supposed to come will always come!" Markle said coldly.

Then he waited quietly in the living room.

Soon a group of people in suits and ties with big bellies came in.

"Markle, you are just the steward of the Miranda family. You are not a direct relative. You have no right to make decisions for the Miranda family." A woman scolded.

"Yes, Dean Miranda has been missing for half a year now. The police and you have been searching for so long, but there is no news. There must be an accident. Miranda Group cannot lack someone at the helm. We must take back his shares. "

A group of shareholders holding documents frowned and said.

"Hmph, why do you think Miranda Group is called Miranda?" Markle snorted coldly and frowned.

"Hello, housekeeper, I am Ms. Marlene's lawyer." A young man in a suit stood up.

"Let's not talk about the shares. Now that Dean has disappeared, there is no one in the Miranda family. As far as we know, Dean did not leave a will."

"And Ms. Mary is Dean's aunt, and her sister is Dean's mother. Although Dean's mother is dead, Ms. Mary and Mary's mother are still the closest second-generation relatives."

"According to inheritance laws, if something happens to Dean, Miranda's estate should be inherited by Ms. Mary. This is a legal and compliant matter."

When Markle heard this, she clenched her fists and veins popped out in her neck.

This Mary family had been driven away long ago because they were too serious about sucking the blood of the Miranda family. Now they are like leeches, seizing the opportunity and getting together.

"Master Dean just went on a trip, and it was only half a year ago. Who said he is dead?"

"Even if you want to cancel your account, it will take at least two years."

Markle argued.

"Markle, based on your missing person revelations, we can prove that Dean is indeed missing. He has not appeared for half a year. It was not an accident, but what else. Let's be honest, you control the Miranda family's legacy so much, we worried."

"If you really have to wait two years, who knows whether you will hollow out the Miranda family in private."

"It's not that we can't wait, but we don't trust you."

"Now leave the inheritance to us. We will immediately buy back the shares to the shareholders, and then save the money. If Dean does not have any accidents and comes back one day, we can return it to him!"

Mary, a middle-aged woman wearing an expensive dress, walked out of the crowd and said aggressively.

Markle's hand twitched slightly, as if he wanted to move. He had made up his mind at this time. Even if the Miranda family's property was confiscated, he could not give it to these leeches.

He has lived here for nearly 40 years,

I also watched it being built brick by brick and regarded this place as my home.

The grievances between the Deans and their second-generation relatives are even more clear.

After Dean disappeared,

These strangers used inheritance laws to threaten them, and legally he had no reason to refuse.

Although he also owns shares in Miranda and is a shareholder, he does not have a decisive shareholding.

It's just that these people have ignored one thing,

That is a weak person, who will never be able to build such a family fortune. If he can follow this kind of person for decades, he, as the so-called steward, is actually the second-in-command.

Markle is not a soft-hearted person;

He only had one thought in his mind at this time: if these people all died, no one would come to cause trouble again.

Thinking of this,

Markle's palm slowly moved under the table. In the darkness around him, arrangements were made to hide two dead soldiers with guns.

As a childless man, he had long regarded Dean as his own child. He also contacted a professional fund manager and turned all his property into a fund. He transferred it to Dean's name and could receive it on a monthly basis.

If Master Dean can come back, it can be regarded as a way out.

As for the Miranda family, after killing these people and leaving no second-generation heirs, just confiscate them all and treat them as contributions to society.

"Markel, you have nothing to say, hurry up and sign and move out of here." Mary looked at Markel who was silent and shouted.

She remembers how much of a coward Markle was, dragging her and throwing her out of Miranda's door.

The moment the butler Markle drew his gun,

An indifferent voice came from behind the crowd:

"Whatever you want to sign, I'll sign it!"

The sound was not loud, but it made everyone turn around. They saw Master Dean, who had disappeared for half a year, standing at the door of the living room with a relaxed expression.

"Mr. Dean!" Markle said happily, and at the same time released his right hand holding the gun under the table.

"Dean. It's impossible for Dean. How can you still be alive? The police said that you are dangerous and have given up on the investigation a long time ago!" Mary pointed at Wu Heng, took two steps back, and stammered.

Wu Heng approached and the crowd parted automatically. He walked to the table, picked up the inheritance letter on the table and took a look at it. Then he picked up the pen, turned to look at Mary, and said with a smile:

"Where should I sign?"

Mary was silent, and everyone was silent as well.

"Don't tell me, let me guess, sign here!" Wu Heng picked up the pen, wrote his name at the bottom, and then patted it into Mary's arms.

"Dean. You!" Mary was shocked and full of confusion. She suspected that Dean had broken his head after disappearing for half a year.

"Now that the signing has been completed, Uncle Markle, please send Mary out again, in the same way as before."

"I wonder if you can still do it as you get older?" Wu Heng looked at Markle with a smile.

"Don't worry, sir, I'm in good health and there's nothing wrong with me."

Although Markle didn't understand why Master Dean wanted to sign, it did not affect his work. He strode forward again, grabbed Mary's hair, pulled her and dragged her out of the living room.

Everyone in the house also quickly left.

Not long after, Markle returned to the living room and looked at Dean who had returned home, with tears in his eyes, but he hesitated to speak.

Wu Heng knew that what he wanted to ask was why he signed that name just now, so he comforted:

"Don't worry, Uncle Markle."

"How can a dead person inherit an inheritance?"

Markle was shocked when he heard this. He understood what Dean meant.

Just as Mary and the others were walking out of Miranda Manor, a strange man in a hockey mask wearing armor appeared from the grass nearby, carrying a machete, and followed them.

Half an hour later, Wu Heng was chatting with Markle.

The enslaved Thorndike returned to the manor with a blood-stained inheritance letter.

Wu Heng just didn't want to dirty the living room.

After all, his personal room in the lighthouse was decorated with the same furniture as here, and it was not easy to come back.