The Death Knell

This kind of bug always looks disgusting, let alone the one in front of me that is taller than a human.

The huge green compound eyes reflected greasy light as the head turned, the black and white pitted body was covered with thick black cilia, and the cracked mouthparts rolled with sticky yellow slurry... .

It landed not far from the death knell and spoke with shit-like things in its mouth. This scene was not something that ordinary people could bear.

"The death knell of another world, I have been looking up for a long time, I have been looking up for a long time, haha..." The fly stood upright on its two hind legs, rubbed its two front legs on the wings behind it, and then stretched out to shake hands with the death knell: "I probably see what you want to sell me. What a good deal."

The fly reaches out. This is a test. Do you want to test Deathstroke's mental endurance?

But Su Ming, who often hangs out with his little cousin, is no longer able to tolerate dirty things.

He took off his visor, smiled and shook hands with the Demon King cordially, grabbing the sticky claws and shaking them up and down:

"I am the one who has admired your name for a long time, the original demon Beelzebub. Since you are satisfied with the goods here, let's get down to business. I will buy out these guys spit out from this rift and give them to you. Yours The cafeteria always needs meat, right? I know you like to eat fried whole people the most. If you don’t eat hundreds of them every day, you’ll feel uncomfortable all over.”

Bobo and Harley both ran away. This scene was so disgusting. Why was the yellow mucus still flowing out of the fly's mouth? That's not just saliva, is it?

Beelzebub retracted his front legs and turned around to shake his head. He spit out a mouthful of yellow syrup into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together with excitement: "Ah, it looks good. The skin and flesh are pale, the body is well-proportioned, and the soul is there, but a little thinner. .”

Su Ming shook his hands behind his back, but his face remained unchanged: "You don't know this, but these pure white people come from another world. I call them 'milk people', just like It’s like milk corn and tastes milky.”

This is bullshit, strangulation means these things taste like chemical raw materials.

The clone's fly head tilted, and its two large compound eyes reflected countless mirrors: "Oh? Can I try it first?"

"Please." Su Ming made a gesture, indicating to the devil to take it for himself.

A fly as big as a human is already scary enough, and the way it looks when it eats humanoid creatures is even more indescribable. However, after a burst of breaking and sucking sounds, Beelzebub happily patted his big belly.

"It's not bad. It tastes very sweet when eaten raw. If it's cooked well, there should be a market for it."

"How it tastes is secondary, right? We are talking about souls? You and I both know this." Su Ming put his hands on his back and watched more faceless people fall from the sky, even if some compatriots just Just get eaten? They still have the ' @_ @' expression.

The giant fly's mouthparts split open, and it let out a chuckle: "That's right? This is an extra source of souls? But what do you want from me? Give me an offer, at least let me, an old man, know that I have to pay. What."

"I need your flies to target the Parliament of Flowers, kill all the bees and butterflies that pollinate them, and then fill their flower hearts with feces and filth? Completely eliminate the Parliament that should not exist." Su Ming said A condition was made? A condition that Beelzebub did not expect.

The small antennae on the fly's head trembled. It was as if it was meeting the death knell for the first time. It looked at the mercenary carefully with its compound eyes: "It's just a piece of cake for me. After Hecate died, it was like a rootless duck. ...It's just that I'm curious, this condition doesn't seem to be of any benefit to you."

"This is what I promised Queen May." Su Ming calmly pointed to the big pit under the crack: "Can you move the 'spiked door' directly over now? Just open it below, gravity will The goods are delivered directly to the Main Street of Hell."

How many times did he swat his wings? He made a disgusting buzzing sound: "I can move the door from hell to the dreamland. After all, there are two doors... But are you sure the Sandman will agree that there is something in the garden?" Fountains of Hell?”

"I'll be the one to deal with the Sandman? His butler now entrusts me with full authority to handle the affairs of these faceless men, so just do it my way." Su Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, and threw one to the Demon King: "Besides? I guess there won't be a better way to deal with this rift when he comes back? I've seen this situation even if I die, she can't solve it."

"Okay, since you're so happy, let's sign an agreement?" Beelzebub took out a colorful contract from somewhere with his backhand, and it was full of lace decorations. Just the patterns and hooks made people feel... Dazzled.

Deathstroke smiled, and he took out the contract printed on his A4 paper with his backhand: "Sign mine, it will save everyone trouble."

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After a few minutes, the problem of illegal immigrants that plagued the dreamland was solved. The Prime Minister of Hell moved the spiked door and placed it under the crack and opened it toward the sky.

The door can adjust its size and swallow up all the faceless people who fall.

On the other side of the door, the demons are already waiting on the street. Whenever a faceless man falls out of the portal, they will catch him, set him up, clean him up, kill him, cut his body into pieces and store it.

Even Maggie Ken walked out of the Blackstone Castle and took a look at it in the midst of his busy schedule, and selected a few faceless men to take back and torture for fun.

It can be seen that she is a little unhappy that Deathstroke traded with Beelzebub instead of her, but she does not eat people. Just torturing people for fun, the speed of consuming the faceless man will definitely not be faster than that of the 'flies avoid'.

Besides, the integration of extra souls into Hell is also a good thing and can enhance the power of the entire dimension. She has no reason to stop this transaction.

In the end, she stared at the death knell from a distance with the eyes of a betrayed person for a long time, and then walked away resentfully, which made Su Ming feel uncomfortable.

But no matter what, the task requirements of Butler Lucien have been completed by Deathstroke, and everyone in the dream can continue to live peacefully in the future. Apart from the fact that the door was left open and the smell of sulfur was a bit strong in the air, there were no adverse consequences.

It's time to collect your reward.

Deathstroke took the doctor and Bobo to the other side of the Castle of Dreams, to that endless dreamland filled with colorful giant bubbles.

From here, you can see the dreams of everyone in the main world. Some of them are eating and drinking, and some are squandering. All the good things that are impossible to happen in reality are all present in their dreams.

Of course, there are also people who have nightmares, such as being chased by monsters, being blown up by super villains, etc., but such dream bubbles will disappear quickly, which means that the person has been awakened.

It was the first time for Dr. Quinzel to come here. She was particularly curious about the fantasy scenes here. It seemed that the green grass under her feet looked very cute. She looked left and right along the way, peeking into the privacy of the people inside through the transparent bubbles.

Su Ming found Lucien who was busy with people and asked about his remuneration.

"We only found the three people you asked for." The butler clapped his hands, and naturally some cartoon-looking characters carefully pushed three bubbles: "Director Gordon, Wonder Girl Donna, Super Girl Kara, and the others The three of them, maybe they lost the ability to dream..."

"Is that so?" Su Ming touched his chin. He didn't think so, but there was no need to say anything to the housekeeper. This guy didn't have the brains: "Let's do this first. I'll see the dreams of these three people first, and then I'll give them the masks." I'll use it."