Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"If you write your names here, I can detect at any time if something happens to you and prevent this from happening again!"

Wu Heng placed a piece of red paper on the table.

Christine and Tiffany did not hesitate when they heard this and quickly wrote their names on it.

"Asking for names" has taken effect, and there is no need to look for two people in the future.

"Without further ado, I have to deal with the follow-up matters first!" Wu Heng said in a deep voice.

"You have to be careful. Although I don't know what happened to you in the past six months, I can see the huge changes in you."

"Everything is about your own safety!" Kristen said worriedly.

"Well, I will pay attention. You should familiarize yourself with the control commands of these skin grafters. It is best to let them hide in the dark. There are many people with special abilities in this world."

After Wu Heng gave instructions, he turned into a black smoke and left the villa.

Two hours after Wu Heng left,

A bone dragon with its whole body burning with blue flames flew from the west, passed over the villa on Second Street, and stayed in the clouds for a moment.

Its empty eyes glanced inside the villa, and glanced at Christine and Tiffany, who were still familiar with the skin grafter's orders.

I also noticed that the aura of the mystery box had gone south,

Then he spread his wings and left.

As it follows the breath all the way,

After tracking, I landed in the middle of the highway outside Hatton District. I landed from the clouds and stood on the ground.

He transformed into a homeless man with disheveled hair, dry yellow hair, a weed-like beard, dark and dry skin, his body covered in dirt, and wearing faded and dirty clothes.

It is the hermit who is tracking the four members of the Nailhead prologue and the exclusive box of mourning.

The homeless man happened to be in the middle of the highway,

It stood there blankly, at a loss,

Because the aura of the mystery box completely disappeared from this place, the box that it could sense as long as it existed in this world, even if it was hidden 30,000 meters underground, actually lost its senses completely.

"Damn trash, I don't want to die alive!"

"Crazy, Fake Squid!".

The homeless man stood motionless in the middle of the highway, causing passing cars to rush out of his way, and many drivers were frightened and cursed.

boom! !

A young man with yellow hair who had just finished answering the phone and turned his attention back, finally failed to dodge and bumped into the hermit.

"Oh, God!" the young man screamed, and the airbag in the car deployed, muffling his voice.

The moment Hell Hermit was hit,

The body suddenly changed, revealing the shape of the bone dragon, and it roared.

The car traveling at high speed was knocked back and caught fire and exploded.

The car was completely engulfed in flames.

Followed by a cattail leaf-like bone claw, it penetrated into the flames and grabbed the fainting yellow-haired young man.

In the shocked eyes of the drivers who stopped nearby, the bone dragon soared into the sky.

"Dragon actually exists!"

"Oh, Falk, I forgot my camera!"

"This is Bone Dragon, he captured someone."

When the driver came to his senses on the ground, there was a lot of discussion.

in the sky,

At this time, the bone dragon's claws were holding the young man's body, like a deformed toy. It was constantly folding the young man's body in the clouds,

The arms were bent upside down, the legs were cut into four parts, and the head was twisted to the back.

Accompanied by the constant sound of bone cracking,

The body of the yellow-haired young man was folded into an upright cube.

The blue flame of the bone dragon was injected into it, and the cube-shaped young man turned into a flesh and blood puzzle box like cutting a cake into pieces.

The body puzzle box has sharp edges and corners, like slice-like flesh faults and bulges, with uneven and uneven shapes that are constantly deforming.

The white clouds in front suddenly turned black and formed a dark cloud, with shining cracks appearing in it.

The bone dragon rushed into it and disappeared from reality. The temporary puzzle box made of a cube folded by the young man's body collapsed. The dark clouds attracted a lot of mist due to the sudden coldness and the change of the temperature recovery, and then mixed with the young man's flesh and blood,

There was a small rain of blood.

After the hermit returned to hell, he found a low-level hell monk and asked about what happened, and understood the death of the Nailhead quartet.

Among them, there are no traces of deepthroat, chattering teeth, and gourmet souls.

But when he tried to escape along the "hole in hell", Nailhead's soul was struck by Leviathan's lightning and merged with many evil spirits and blood corpses to form a pillar like a cement statue.

His soul was trapped in it, his face appeared on it, and he randomly fell into the maze passage.

This seems to be Leviathan's punishment.

As Nail Head's exclusive hermit, Bone Dragon felt the location of Nail Head's soul aura as soon as he returned to hell, so he flapped his wings and came to the statue.

It grabbed the statue and flew down the labyrinth floors, arriving at a pyramid-shaped "personal hell" room.

White bones are made into bricks, minced meat is made into mud,

The perfect combination of the two built the triangular building exuding pain at the bottom of hell. It didn't look like a building, but more like a living creature like a meat.

The hermit folded his wings, transformed into a human form, hugged the statue and squeezed into the passage that looked like an erect mouth.

As if gushing from gastric juices, the hermit entered the room.

It is surrounded by walls of flesh and blood that look like the inner wall of the abdominal cavity, and the ceiling is entangled with the flesh and blood of various biological forms such as centipedes, octopuses, goats, etc., intertwined with worm-like pieces of meat.

Countless insect segments and tentacles extend from these pieces of flesh.

The limbs are pincer-shaped, blade-shaped, and nail-shaped; the tentacles are hook-shaped, sucker-shaped, and finger-shaped.

"Isn't this my beloved high priest? He is so leisurely and carefree."

On the stairs, which were cut and piled up from the flesh of some huge whale-like creature,

A hell monk wearing a blue cloak slowly walked down.

His skin is blue, and devices similar to moon wheels and ring blades are fixed around his head.

The whole face is stuck in the middle of the ring blade,

Three steel bars are fixed on both sides of the ring blade. The iron hooks at the ends of the steel bars are hung on the face to stretch the skin.

As a result, his face looked like an angry umbrella lizard.

At the back of the head, a foot-long iron drill was inserted crookedly.

In the 18th century, the toymaker Philippe Lemarchand made the Lemarchand device, also known as Lemarchand's Puzzle Box, Mourning Box, and Invitation to Hell.

And he is the second generation descendant of the Le Marchand family,

Because he inherited the strong production talent of the Lemarchand family, he was lured into hell by Nail Head and transformed into a hell monk.

When the hermit saw the infernal monk appear, he placed the statue on the ground and stood motionless beside it.

"I didn't expect that the high priest would look like this after not seeing him for several days."

"But don't worry, Lord Leviathan dotes on my soul. I am responsible for the construction of the portal to hell and the creation of new order guards. This is exactly the scope of my work."

“Don’t dare to forget your ‘kindness’ for transforming me!”

“Every favor has a barb that catches the mouth that eats it.”

"Now, it's time for me to return my favor to you!"

Accompanied by the words of the ring-blade hell monk,

Six tentacles stretched out around his body. The barbs on the tentacles hooked the statue and fixed it in the center of the room, next to a device similar to an iron coffin.

The tentacles on the ceiling suddenly stretched out and bound the hermit in human form.

"I'm tired of those souls, and I need something fresh and more durable to replace them."

"Since I am the boss who saved you, I naturally have to take over for you temporarily."

"Get to work!"

A sharp eagle hook popped up from the back of the ring-blade hell monk's left hand. The tentacles stretched out from the ceiling fixed the tip of the hook firmly on the hermit's body.

The mouth, ears, forehead, facial features, and internal organs were all clamped by the tentacles.

Insect limbs fell from the ceiling again,

The drill bits on the limbs rotated crazily, shaving the hermit's scalp open.

As an exclusive studio given by Leviathan, the tentacles and joints on the ceiling of this room naturally have the ability to break the monk's immortality, but they are only for indoor use.

“The first step is simple, cut out the unnecessary and open your mind.”

The ring-blade hell monk used a rotating cutting machine to break open the hermit's head. A ring of brackets popped out of the seat where it sat.

The pincer-shaped tentacles wrapped around the bracket and clamped the skull cut into a plum blossom shape, exposing the entire brain.

"The second step will be the 'opening', a new entrance to the labyrinth, which must be read."

He inserted his hand deeply into the hermit's brain, feeling it as if he was testing the temperature of the water.

"I feel your pain. It is indeed the soul of a hermit. It is truly beautiful material."

"I had to taste this maze for myself."

After he finished speaking, he put his fingers stained with soy milk into his mouth and licked them carefully.

"Now it's time to move on to the creation of the portal."

He walked to the wall on one side, and the flesh and blood closet opened, revealing a display stand inside, with rows of cubes of meat placed on it.

Each one of them is condensed from the flesh and blood essence of hundreds or thousands of people.

He took out a cube and sat at the table. Two tentacles hung from the ceiling, one tip turned into a cutter, and the other tip turned into a pen-like carving knife.

The ring-blade hell monk first cut the cube into different modules, and then began to carve it carefully.

"Each part of the pattern reflects certain strengths or weaknesses in human nature."

"Putting them together can lead life to a new portal!"

He placed the cube with successfully carved patterns into the hermit's head and conceived it. As the hermit's soul was absorbed,

The cube slowly turned brown, and the lines on it also appeared golden.

"Since you are the agent of the high priest, you should naturally be with him."

He took out the box and sewed the hermit's empty head back together. The hermit's thick, dry, yellow hair covered the scars on his head.

Then he controlled the tentacles, picked up the hermit, and roughly stuffed its body into the statue solidified by the nail head, leaving only a face exposed.

Then he stuffed the completed mourning box into it.

"Since your hermit has dedicated himself and cannot lead the way, I will give you a ride!"

He sat back on his seat and waited quietly until he felt a call and an electric current surged through his body. Then he wrapped the chaotic statue and disappeared into the studio.

Obeying the call, he went to the human world and used his claws to take away a soul that didn't interest him at all.

And casually threw the nail head statue out.

24th Street, New York,

Wu Heng flew for three hours and finally arrived here.

After asking passers-by,

Entered the 'Boiler Room' club.

Continuously flashing colorful and noisy music sounded indoors, girls in cool clothes were jumping around, and men were drinking while staring at the chicken coop with fox-like eyes.

He kept looking back and forth on the dance floor, looking for his goal.

Westerners' body odor is already relatively strong. The smell of various perfumes, sweat, athlete's foot, and alcohol mixed together made Wu Heng frown slightly.

He hid his figure and walked around various rooms, but found no trace of the Nail Head statue.

This time, the memories of the Hell Four are awakened,

This will lead to a fundamental change in Nailhead. Nailhead will no longer believe in Leviathan, is no longer willing to be controlled by it, and will begin to seek the power to escape from restraint.

That is also the power Wu Heng wants.

This is why he wants to awaken Nailhead's memory at all costs.

Wu Heng didn't find his target, so he revealed his figure, walked to the bar, took out a few US dollar bills, and handed them to the girl who was bartending.

"Where is your bar owner J.P? Why can't I see him after looking around?"

Usually there are many people looking for the boss. The girl took the money without covering it up and said directly:

"He went to the next city to discuss the price of some drinks. He will probably be back tomorrow."

"Do you have anything to do with him? If it's urgent, I can tell him."

"Let's wait until he comes back. No, thank you." Wu Heng turned to look at the door. A black-haired girl dressed in punk style was walking around in the bar.

After asking a few questions to the guard dressed as a boy at the corner bar, he walked out of the door angrily.

Wu Heng recognized him at a glance.

This girl's name is Terry, she is J.P's girlfriend and a supporting character in the plot after Nailhead's soul comes to reality.

He immediately gave chase.

Terry was squatting on the side of the road, hugging her thighs and crying continuously, cursing J.P while crying.

"Go away, stay away from me, I don't need anyone's comfort!"

Taili, who noticed Wu Heng's approach and cried bitterly while hugging her thighs, turned to look at Wu Heng and yelled irritably.

Wu Heng had a dark look on his face when he heard this.

He didn't want to comfort her, and he didn't know how to comfort people.

After a moment of silence, looking at Taili who was still crying, Wu Heng felt that this girl might really need some comfort.

Otherwise, in this state, even normal questions cannot be answered.

After thinking for a moment,

Wu Heng took out a pistol and put it against Terri's black hair. The cold touch of the gun made Terri look up again. He was about to curse angrily, but stopped abruptly.

She opened her mouth slightly, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

The whole person was stagnant, and even the tears continued to fall on his face with smeared eye makeup.

Click!

The bullet was loaded and Terry's crying stopped completely.

"Cry one more time and I'll kill you!" Wu Heng said slowly, expressionlessly.

"No, no!"

Terri immediately wiped her eyes with her sleeves, smearing her eye shadow like a grimace. Fear occupied all her heart, and there was no room for sadness.

'I'm quite good at comforting people. ’ Wu Heng thought to himself and took out a piece of red paper:

"Write your name."

Terry hesitated for a moment and looked at the red paper. It didn't look like a paper for later loan signing, but she still focused on the middle of the paper.

The name was written in large font and took up a quarter of the paper.

In this way, even if you want to write some overlord clauses later, you can't do it.