Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

With the howling wind,

Nailhead, Shivertooth, Deep Throat, and Gourmet appeared in front of Wu Heng and the others.

"Oh, Kristine, we thought we lost you!" Nailhead glanced at Kristine beside him, "It seems you have chosen the right journey."

"It's great to have you back!" Shen Throat said slowly.

As for the ordinary person around Christine—Wu Heng,

was completely ignored!

Because Wu Heng's own mind and soul were protected by countless layers of "dream prison", Nailhead and the others did not perceive familiar information.

This hellish quartet can only detect that he currently has the soul and mind of an ordinary person.

To them, the ordinary person possessed by Wu Heng only had an inferior soul, and was not even worth turning into a curser.

It's the kind that just looking at it again is a waste of time.

Tiffany is still closing the box, but this is a labyrinth hell, and if the monks are in hell, they can use the power of Levita to have a stronger influence on the Mourning Box.

Nailhead felt the closing wave coming from the mystery box, turned to look at Tiffany, and said indifferently:

"Here is already hell, where can that thing send us again?"

"We're already home!"

"And your journey this time is over!"

Then Nailhead reached out and made a move, and the mystery box in Tiffany's hand floated into the air. After a while, it twisted into a silver rhombus. Except for the lines on it, it no longer looked like a mystery box.

"We didn't open the mystery box this time. That person is still in hell." Kristen said hurriedly.

On the way here,

Wu Heng had already roughly explained to her about Tiffany being used as a tool by Channard to open the passage to hell.

This time is the only time Nailhead is humane.

It was he who stopped Deep Throat from killing Tiffany, believing that Tiffany was just a human tool. The person who really opened the box of mourning was Channard.

"Then what happened last time?"

"Don't you know the function of the box?"

"We've been looking for each other, haven't we?" Deep Throat said his own argument.

The foursome didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action, just like old friends reminiscing about old times, but everyone present knew that when the show ended, what would greet them would definitely be killing and pain.

"Since you are so interested in hell, don't deny it!" Nailhead said.

The gourmet with his eyes sewn shut and wearing sunglasses greedily licked his shark-like teeth.

The exposed gums of the chattering teeth collided with each other faster, like the crackling sound of electricity.

This is how they express their emotions.

"Or are you trying to trick us?"

"Are you kidding us?" Deep Throat asked.

The tear in her throat and the sound coming from her mouth sounded at the same time, sounding like an icy duet.

"I'm here to find my father and Dean!" Kristen said her purpose loudly.

Hearing this, Nailhead seemed to have heard a funny joke and let out a series of jeers.

In the dark wind all around,

There was also a burst of ferocious laughter, and the four Nailheads laughed together, like a group of flattering eunuchs.

"Dean!" Nailhead muttered the name and stopped laughing.

After all, Dean's soul can independently enter the thinking hell, which is also consistent with the special soul that was transformed into a hell monk.

But the other party and Christine teamed up to escape from the hands of him, the high priest of hell. This is a shame.

"We'll find him!" Deep Throat emphasized.

"As for your father, he is in his own hell and you can't go there at all," Nailhead said.

"I do not believe!"

Christine immediately retorted.

After all, she had lived in Frank's personal hell for nearly three months, so she naturally knew that outsiders could also enter the personal hells of other cursers.

At the same time, one thing was confirmed, his father was dead!

"But it's true!"

"He's in his own hell, just like you are in your own hell now," Nailhead said again.

Wu Heng listened on the sidelines, and he knew that the high priest of hell, Nailhead, did not lie, but did not explain clearly.

The "hell" that Nailhead mentioned was not referring to a certain person's "personal hell" room, but to the entire maze of hell.

There is more than one hell in this world.

The meaning of "Nailhead" refers to the fact that Christine's father, Larry Cotton, did not enter this Leviathan Hell after death, but the Abaddon Hell below.

And he has already determined that Christine has long been a member of the Labyrinth Hell.

What he means is: Christine, who is a member of Leviathan Hell, cannot enter Abaddon Hell at all.

Just like the demons in Abaddon Hell cannot enter the Labyrinth Hell.

It's just that the high priest likes to be reserved when speaking. Christine, who is still an ordinary person at present, has not reached the level and has limited information, so how can she understand the convolutions here.

She only thought Nailhead was lying and retorted again:

"how about you?"

"Since this is my own hell, how did you get in?"

Nailhead still said unhurriedly:

“We’ve long since stopped being surprised, we’ve always been here!”

"But we enjoy it very much, feel at ease, and feel like we are on an adventure!" Deepthroat continued.

Wu Heng watched quietly from the side without deliberately disturbing or irritating the foursome. He would give them a surprise later.

After Tiffany reached out to catch the rhombus-shaped mourning box, she studied it intently, but found nothing, so she reached out and gently tugged on the corner of Christine's clothes.

Kristine, who felt the movement, looked back at Tiffany's expression of shaking her head slightly and knew what she meant.

Immediately giving Wu Heng a retreating look, the three of them understood and stopped talking. At the same time, they turned around and ran towards the passage behind them.

Seeing Christine leaving,

Nail Head immediately controlled the torture tools of hell, and the chains with sharp hooks flew towards the three people, but stopped abruptly when they were three meters away.

Under his feet, a light barrier bounced up, like water, blocking and restraining Nail Head's attack.

It's just that the power of the chain is too strong. Even if there is a binding array, the chain still breaks through the binding cover and shoots out three meters away.

This is already a very scary thing.

The keyhole monk was prepared and attacked with all his strength, stretching out a fingernail.

The unhurried voice of Nail Head, who was blocked by the restraint formation, echoed in the passage and reached the ears of Wu Heng and the others:

"We are immortal."

"There is enough time to study your bodies!"

For them, this is just a game, a game of cat and mouse. The four of them all believe that Christine and the others cannot run away.

Even if he ran away, it wouldn't matter. As long as he didn't have the ability to live forever, he wouldn't have to go to hell after a hundred years of old age and death.

No one can escape!

Just escaping one after another made him feel slightly annoyed that he had not finished the game, and he was even more impressed by Christine.

"Tiffany, it's up to you, come on, I believe in you!"

During the escape,

Christine cheered to Tiffany, who had been studying the rhombus-shaped mourning box.

"Now that the appearance of the puzzle box has been changed, the difficulty of solving it has increased by more than a hundred times based on comprehension alone."

Wu Heng was riding a slave blood horse, with short Tiffany sitting in front and Christine squeezed behind.

"If you want to continue to solve the mystery box, you must find a solution formula for Tiffany."

"Using this formula to solve problems will make it much easier."

After saying that, he directly controlled the blood horse with his mind, turned around, and ran towards the depths of the passage.

"Ahead, there is a huge formula!"

Wu Heng followed the position in his mind and chased in the direction of Channard.

At this time, Channard sneaked into hell with infinite curiosity and desire.

Walking towards the deepest part of the hell passage.

When passing by one of the passages, he turned slightly and glanced, but saw a room with beige decoration style.

Through the window, I saw a woman.

A woman whose whole body was exposed to the air, with her skin taken off, half draped on the dressing table like a windbreaker.

She was looking in the mirror with an angry expression.

The naked flesh and blood in the mirror was too ugly. This was a reality she could not accept.

There was a crawling sound coming from the mirror, as if there were countless cockroaches inside, and countless blood stains had condensed on the dressing table.

She opened the drawer, and a large group of cockroaches swarmed inside immediately crawled around in panic and hid in the shadow of the back half of the drawer.

Stretching out her bloody hand, a dozen cockroaches were pressed into sauce, and she smeared them on the skin beside her.

This is the only material in hell, other than flesh and blood, that can be used for beauty and beauty.

After doing all this, she turned to look at the window. A charming smile appeared on her bloody face, then she stood up and walked to the window gracefully.

"Am I ugly?"

Channard was completely stunned and felt an unprecedented mental stimulation. He subconsciously shook his head and said in denial:

"No, it's just a little weird!"

"strangeness?"

"This is true inner beauty!" She touched her skinless, inner cheek, and gently applied the blood stained on her red fingers to Channard's lips.

"Open the door and kiss me!"

Just six words are worth a thousand words,

The two people's eyes met each other, and sparks were instantly ignited. They looked back and smiled happily, just like the old fate beside the Sansheng Stone.

Channard did not hesitate and immediately opened the door, and the two hugged and kissed each other passionately.

After satisfying the mental stimulation.

It is also said that the woman has put on her own skin, and the appearance she reveals is that of Christine's stepmother and Larry's wife, Julie.

Channard stared at Julie's behavior of putting on the skin with fascination, saying that he wanted to be like this too.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

At this moment, Julie suddenly felt a paradoxical thought. Although it was very vague, she understood the meaning.

"This has always been my dream!"

"I must go and see and understand." Channard stroked Julie's face with his hand and said firmly.

"Okay, then you come with me."

The door of personal hell has been opened by Channard, and Julie is no longer bound by it. She holds Channard's arm affectionately, like a couple going shopping, and leads Channard into the depths of hell.

Along the way, Channard experienced unprecedented excitement through various "personal hell" scenes.

His numb heart rippled again.

"Let's go, there is the greatest view in the back, don't delay." Julie patted Channard who was stopping to watch the "Happy Torture" room.

The two continued to move forward, and Julie, who was slightly behind, had a sneer on her smiling face for a moment.

Under the right sign,

The two quickly passed through the hell passage and arrived at the top level of a maze that looked like countless unfinished buildings stacked on top of each other.

Walking on the unobstructed passage, there are bottomless abyss on both sides, with electric current and flames surging in it.

Above the central gray sky,

A huge rhombus was standing there, constantly rotating.

On each side of the rhombus, there is a deep black light, like a searchlight, shining everywhere in hell.

This is the entity of Leviathan, or the entity he manifests.

"Oh, God!" Channard exclaimed subconsciously.

"No, this is God!" Julie denied the God in Channard's words.

"This is the God who keeps me alive, whether on earth or in hell."

“He is the God who brought flesh, hunger, and lust.”

"This is the Lord I believe in, the great Lord of the Labyrinth!" Julie's tone became more and more fanatical.

As Julie finished speaking, the rotating black light happened to sweep across Channard's body.

Suddenly,

Channard's extremely abnormal life was shown like a movie, with scenes of torturing patients, destroying lives, and enjoying themselves with bloody corpses.

It all means that Channard's soul is very suitable for the transformation of the monks in hell.

Leviathan sensed Channard's desire and decided to grant the gift.

Julie put her arms around Channard's waist, turned his body around, touched his face with her hands, gently pushed him back, and said with a feverish expression:

"This is what you want!"

"Want to see it!"

"I want to know!"

"It's Him!"

In the abyss behind Channard, a diamond-shaped medical cabin-like box emerged silently, with patterns like a puzzle box carved on it. This was a device specially used by Leviathan to transform monks.

Julie piled up and pushed Channard into the cabin.

"Now that you've seen it and understood it, it's time to embrace it."

"Goodbye, doctor!"

A cheerful smile appeared on Julie's face, and the contribution of this soul was counted on her.

Six weird tentacles that merged with machinery and flesh stirred the doctor's body back and forth.

The pulpy flesh was kneaded and forged like dough, becoming stronger and stronger.

Two tentacle-like pipes were inserted into Channard's temples on both sides. Green boiling and black chilling unknown mysterious liquids were injected into his body at the same time.

Six tight wires wrapped around his head and cut into his flesh, deforming and twisting his entire face.

Just as Channard was pushed into the transformation device,

Wu Heng estimated the distance and realized that the narrow passage not far in front was about to disappear, and there was a spacious gray space behind it.

Channard's position stopped at the front. He immediately took out the agreement with Channard's name on it and tore it up.

Channard is definitely being transformed into a monk from Hell. After the transformation is successful, Levita will control Channard.

If you continue to maintain the link with the name-asking ability, there is no guarantee that Leviathan will not notice it.

The location has been determined. It is risky and meaningless. It is better to destroy it.