Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"Ahem. Ahem. Can I smoke?"

"It really hurts too much!"

Martin sat on the ground miserably, pointing at the brown water cup-shaped pipe on the floor beside the bed in the bedroom.

His brain twitched, and it felt like it would have jumped out of his head if it wasn't for his strong skull.

Even though he believed that his skull could hold his brain, his head felt like an eggshell about to hatch.

If it was an egg, it would be fine, because it represented hatching and rebirth, but unfortunately he was not an egg, but a living person.

For a living person, this represented a precursor to death.

He had to relieve the pressure on his brain, just like the countless times his brain twitched before, by smoking marijuana, drinking alcohol, and taking tranquilizers.

Facing Martin's question, Wu Heng did not speak, but smiled and stretched out his hand, motioning him to do as he pleased.

"Thank you!"

Martin climbed to the pipe with great effort, picked it up with trembling hands, and pulled it open from the top, turning it into a two-foot-long, long, horn-shaped pipe.

He took out a bag of tobacco and a lighter from under the pillow beside the bed.

He put it in place and took a deep breath with a shudder.

"Huh!" Martin leaned back and lay on the ground, feeling a sense of sadness at the end.

The pipe in his hand was no longer able to be held and hung by his fingers.

Wu Heng was speechless when he saw the miserable appearance of this guy.

To be honest, the red blood demon did not hurt Martin at all, but just silently explored, confirmed his soul attributes, and prevented him from leaving.

Martin was so seriously injured, it was entirely his own fault.

"Pain makes the soul stronger and more resilient." Wu Heng said slowly.

Martin stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and said weakly: "I don't like pain!"

"No one likes pain."

"But this is a process that must be experienced. Every growth of muscle is due to the damage and division of cells."

Wu Heng said slowly.

"Then how can I avoid the growth of strength? Maybe I should go to bed!" Martin felt that his head was about to hatch, and he didn't know what would hatch.

Wu Heng said: "It is inevitable. The pain you call does not exist, or it has always existed!"

Martin closed his eyes and asked weakly: "Why does it not exist? Why does it always exist?"

Wu Heng said: "A baby learning to walk a mile at a time will suffer muscle damage or even fractures, but an adult will only feel a little tired after walking a mile."

"The road is so long, so far."

"Adults cannot shorten the journey, but their endurance allows them to ignore the distance that is like a chasm for babies."

"This mile is pain!"

Martin sighed: 'So that's it, the source of my pain is that I am too weak. '

"Yes!"

"Remember your pain at this moment."

After Wu Heng finished speaking, he swung out a stream of red blood power.

This power merged into Martin's body, making the pain in his whole body disappear instantly. He felt like bathing in a hot spring, as if he had returned to his mother's womb.

It was like magnifying the pleasure at the peak of "joy" a hundred times again.

"Hiss, ah ah ah——!" He couldn't help shivering, and he couldn't help but gasp again.

Then he jumped up from the ground easily.

He looked down at his body. Under the burnt black skin was a white and smooth high-quality skin that was enough to make Victoria's Secret models envious.

In a soothing tingling sensation, his head grew a full head of long hair again.

The familiar thick feeling of long hair covering his scalp restored the warm sense of security to his slightly cold head.

"I feel so relaxed. I have never experienced this feeling before!" Martin touched his head and body, as if he couldn't believe that this was his body.

"Does your head no longer hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. There is no jumping feeling. The pain I have experienced for 24 years has completely disappeared."

"I think I don't need this thing anymore!" Martin threw the pipe in his hand to the ground.

With a high IQ, how could he not know the harm of alcoholism and smoking these things to the human body, but if he didn't do it.

The harm caused by a highly active brain may cause greater danger and endanger life earlier than these prohibited behaviors.

He may not even live to see the day when the sequelae of drug addiction lead to his death.

"Your 'disease' has not been cured."

"Or it is not a disease, but a talent, but this talent is beyond your human body."

"I just strengthened your body so that your body can bear it."

Wu Heng's explanation made Martin understand that for ordinary humans, even terminal cancer may just be because they are not qualified to bear it.

Feeling the relaxation of his body, Martin felt great joy in his heart.

At the same time, he also understood one thing, that is, wisdom cannot solve all problems, at least in the face of absolute power gap, there is no chance to struggle.

"Unknown mysterious existence, what do you need me to do?" Martin bowed respectfully to Wu Heng.

Wu Heng said: "Do you know what I want you to do?"

"Yes, it's because of your answer."

"Only when I am not under your control will you give such an uncertain answer, because the other party may not be weaker than you!" Martin answered honestly.

"Indeed." Wu Heng nodded.

"I'm testing it, testing whether it can become the pain I can bear!"

"It? Then do I need to go to hell?" Martin asked again curiously.

"No, it's definitely not hell." Wu Heng shook his head gently and chuckled: "Maybe it's heaven."

If the mysterious power is really the God mentioned by the priest, then maybe there is really heaven there.

Heaven?

The moment he heard these two words, Martin had a lot of guesses in his heart, and he couldn't help but think in the direction of the Bible and God.

"Maybe what is written in the Bible is not true." Wu Heng seemed to see through his thoughts and said again.

Martin's heart sank even more.

Because he knew that maybe the so-called "heaven" was not heaven.

But he had no choice!

"Unknown Lord, when do I need to leave, now?"

"Do you need to take a bath, change clothes and fast?" Martin sighed.

"Now!"

"No need to prepare these, I'll send you on the road!"

Martin's soul was pulled out of his body by the illusory hand condensed by the nightmare force, and his body that had just recovered turned into a pile of blood.

The moment Martin's soul was pinched by Wu Heng, the red and black forces were injected into Martin's soul.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Martin's soul screamed, and at the same time, pieces of soul bricks were integrated into his soul, and the originally illusory soul was rapidly solidifying.

Continuously improving from the level of ordinary people: curser, advanced curser, demon

Until the soul was solidified and strengthened to the level of an intermediate demon! (End of this chapter)