Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

The bloody demon still didn't move.

The moment the young man opened the kitchen door, he was completely stunned.

Because the kitchen window at this time was also wrapped in red meat cloth!

He looked up at the ventilation fan above and found that even there, including the inside of the duct of the range hood, was cut off and blocked by red cloth.

There was no doubt that he was completely sealed in this room.

The young man sat on the ground dejectedly, looked at the bloody demon at the door who was staring at him quietly, raised his hands, and said dejectedly:

"This monster or devil, I surrender and won't run away."

"Do you need my help with anything, or do you want to take away my soul by force, or force me to sign a contract or something like that?"

"If you need my help, I promise to help you with anything!"

"Whether it's to seduce other souls or to blaspheme God!"

"How about that Christian church in the center of Porter Street? I could kill the priest in it and make it collapse in a day, knowing the holes in its supports."

"How about it, this mysterious gentleman?"

The young man lifted the hair off his face with his hands, wiped the cold sweat that was about to mix into his eyes with his hands without any scruples, and said with a pale face.

His body was shaking slightly because he was in so much pain.

He has had extremely high brain cell activity since he was a child, and he can subconsciously analyze everything. His thinking is extremely active, he learns things very quickly, and he can even remember things with a photographic memory.

But this is a disease, a disease that makes ordinary people miserable.

Therefore, he can only survive by smoking marijuana, taking contraband, and drinking alcohol. These things can suspend his brain and allow him to have a peaceful sleep.

The bloody demon at the door still stood motionless, but his eyes were full of blood, as if he was constantly examining the young man in front of him.

His gaze was extremely penetrating, as if he had seen through the young man's body and was observing his soul.

"Hi, Mr. Devil!" The young man saw the monster at the door ignoring him and waved gently to greet him.

The red-clothed blood-catched demon only moved its neck slightly to prove that it was not a statue.

"Um, are you waiting for someone?" the young man asked tentatively.

No answer.

He endured the pain and saw that the monster in front of him had no intention of continuing to attack, so he held on to the cabinet next to him and slowly stood up from the ground.

"I'm in so much pain. Can I have a drink, my dear, great Mr. Devil?"

As the young man spoke, he reached for the chopping board in the kitchen, where there was a bitten and uneven sausage and a bottle of half-remaining liquor.

He stared at the bloody demon at the door, took the wine bottle in his hand, and took a sip.

The whole person seemed to have relaxed.

"Well, do you want to drink? Maybe you should try this thing. It's an excellent thing to relax your soul."

He shook the remaining wine bottle at the bloody demon at the door.

At this time, the blood demon has confirmed that the soul of the young man in front of him, whether it is the "nurturing" trait or the "fear" trait, has reached the level of an intermediate demon.

He meets the requirements of the ‘Lord’!

The young man looked at the bloody demon who was doing nothing. He put the wine bottle to his mouth and took another sip. However, his broken ribs were affected, and he immediately fell to the kitchen table in pain and slid along the table to the floor.

In panic, his hand grabbed a bag containing bread flour.

But due to his heavy weight, he was dragged down to the ground along with the bag. The bread crumbs were scattered all over him, not only scattered on the floor, but also piled up on his calves.

"Sorry Mr. Demon, I'm in too much pain. I may have broken more than one bone."

"I'm so sorry!"

When he said this, he felt distressed and picked up the liquor that he had spilled due to his fall, leaving only a layer of liquor at the bottom of the bottle. Then, as if he was afraid of the blood demon, he hurriedly ignored the pain and struggled to stand up again.

The bread crumbs on his body and legs were patted away by him and spread all over the floor.

"I'm really sorry, I'm rude!" He patted his clothes that were stained white by bread flour, and the bread flour scattered around his body.

While apologizing, he observed the movements of the bloody demon.

When he had almost wiped away the flour stained on himself, he showed a flattering smile to the bloody demon.

"Mr. Devil, please tell me what exactly you want to do."

"I really can't guess it!"

"No matter what, I will listen to your arrangements. I surrender and promise not to resist."

He limped toward the bedroom, completely giving up resistance when he reached the kitchen door.

Suddenly, he closed the kitchen door quickly and quickly.

And the refrigerator door was opened at the same time. The lower shelf of the refrigerator was empty and there was nothing in it.

He immediately reached out and grabbed the refrigerator, pulling it down.

He also squatted down, and the squatting position was exactly the lower space of the refrigerator after it fell to the ground.

While squatting down,

He took out a kerosene lighter from his pocket, opened the lid of the lighter the moment the refrigerator door hit the ground, and threw the lighter out through the last crack without looking.

The place where it was thrown was the place where the strong drink had been spilled just now.

This 95-degree wine is called Everclear and is produced by the American company Luxco.

Ranked second in the world's alcoholic beverage rankings.

Due to its high alcohol content, it was banned when it was launched, but it was gradually legalized later and became the first type of strong liquor that can be sold in bottles in the United States. It has a light taste and is very popular among young people.

This is also one of the favorite strong liquors of this young man with extremely active brain cells. Ordinary liquor can't get him drunk at all.

Perhaps this kind of alcohol can be called alcohol.

The flying diesel lighter is the type that will automatically ignite when the lid is flipped. It fell to the ground and flames came out at the same time.

After all, diesel lighters are the least likely to extinguish.

A layer of strong liquor comparable to alcohol was sprinkled on the ground and instantly ignited by the flames, and a large ball of flames came out, almost covering a cubic meter of space.

The bread crumbs in the kitchen, under the burning of this flame, caused a dust explosion principle.

Boom!

A violent explosion sound, mixed with shock waves, was born in the closed kitchen.

The kitchen door was blown apart, all kinds of kitchen utensils flew everywhere, the wardrobe exploded, and even the refrigerator that had fallen to the ground had its back cover opened, and the entire refrigerator was rolled twice by the impact.

A squatting young man was revealed, his hair was completely burnt black, and even his skin was burned.

But what was more serious was that his internal organs had been bruised by the impact.

This was already a permanent injury that could not be cured, and it was not an exaggeration to say that his life span was greatly reduced.

If an ordinary person was exposed to such a shock wave, he would have been concussed and comatose.

But his brain cells were extremely active, and he had been taking contraband and drinking alcohol for many years, which had trained his brain nerves to be extremely resistant to dizziness.

He still managed to stay awake. (End of this chapter)