Endless Debt

The witch of pleasure.

This was not the first time that Boluogo heard this name. Sere had mentioned it to him before. Judging from Sere's performance at that time, he was extremely afraid of this witch of pleasure.

"You want me to avenge you? Fight against the Witch of Desire."

The information was not free, and now Burlogo was aware of the price Belphegor was demanding.

Belphegor smiled and said, "How come? The devil never forces others. I just told you some necessary information. As for what you do next, that is your own business."

Boluogo took a deep breath. This feeling was very familiar. It was the same when he made a deal with the tyrant. The tyrant provided help to him so that he could complete his revenge.

It seemed that the tyrant helped him, but in fact he acted for the tyrant invisibly, intercepting the train and preventing the Mammon coins from flowing out.

The same is true now. The Zongge Orchestra is eyeing him for some unknown reason. The Desire Witch is eager to include him in many collections. Belphegor reaches out to him at the right time. He understands that he will eventually Towards the opposite side of the witch of pleasure.

Everything was reasonable, but when he thought that he would unintentionally accomplish a certain purpose for Belphegor, Boluogo felt even more unhappy.

"Okay, Mr. Lazarus, that's it."

Belphegor said suddenly. At the same time, the picture on the screen froze and the video stopped playing.

It didn't stop, but the film only shot up to this point. Boluogo also looked forward. At this moment, a strange picture appeared on the screen.

Countless broken mirrors were interspersed together, and all the fragments reflected the same figure, the figure of Boluo Ge.

"Mr. Lazarus, you have the potential to become a poet."

Belphegor suddenly grabbed Borogo's hand. Under his grip, Borogo could not lift any strength. Then a severe burning sensation rose from Borogo's hand, as if Belphegor's The hand turned into a soldering iron.

Bologger looked calm, and Belphegor also looked at him seriously.

"Whether it is a cold transaction or an interpersonal interaction, sincerity will always be the cornerstone of our mutual trust."

Belphegor slowly let go of Bologger's hand, and the burning sensation quickly subsided.

"I won't let you face this alone."

Boluogo retracted his hand, and a burning scar appeared on the heart of his left hand. At a rough look, it looked like a burning sun, or like a group of thorns, with sharp spikes spreading outward.

The violent power surged in it for a moment, and then fell silent, just like an ordinary scar.

"Then...I look forward to our next meeting with you, Mr. Lazarus."

Belphegor smiled and snapped his fingers.

The light flashed out, and the space began to distort. Bologg opened his mouth. He tried to say something, but the sound rang out from his throat and turned into a meaningless whimper.

The vision fell into darkness, then lit up again after a few seconds.

Boluogo's will was still clear, but his body felt weak, and then he fell forward as if he lost his balance.

Just when Boluogo was about to fall, a pair of hands hugged him from behind, preventing Boluogo from falling.

Bologg held on to the wall, and his unconscious body returned to control. His eyes were tired and dry, and he blinked hard. Only then did Bologg recognize the surrounding environment.

At this moment he is at the door of Lebius' office.

"How are you?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and the other party asked with concern, "Are you thinking about something? I see that you have been in a daze."

daze?

Boluogo coughed a few times and turned his head. Aimu was standing behind him, with a confused look on his face.

"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well."

Boluogo shook his head and smiled reluctantly, "Good morning, Aimu."

Aimu ignored Boluogo's words and asked, "Is it really okay?"

Boluogo said confidently, "I am an immortal."

Aimu stared at Boluogo, and the halo in his eyes shrank, turning into a horizontal line.

"All right."

Aimu was successfully deceived by Boluogo. She opened the door of the office and Boluogo followed behind her. Boluogo needed a moment to relax from this series of things.

Suddenly, a pain came from the palm of his hand. Bologg opened his hand. The scar left by Belphegor was engraved on the palm of his hand, warning Bologg that what just happened was not an illusion.

What's worse is that the Axis of Time has no reaction to such scars. It seems to be unaffected by Boluogo's gift and remains in his hand forever.

…

After sending Borrogo away, Belphegor was the only one left in the cinema. He seemed lonely in the huge space.

Belphegor picked up the remote control and the screen dimmed. Soon it lit up again, this time projecting a completely different scene.

The film's perspective is first-person, and the camera shakes as the characters move.

The tall giant trees covered the sky, and the bright light was cut into pieces. When it fell to the ground, it became extremely dim.

The sound of the character's breathing echoed in the theater. He held a dagger in his hand and looked warily to one side, and then an ether reaction rose from the front.

Before the opponent's attack was released, the screen began to distort due to the character's high-speed movement, and the sound of howling wind passed by.

The character saw the glow shining in the dense forest. He raised his hand, and the next moment the ground at the target's location suddenly collapsed. Then the towering giant trees began to collapse, as if there was an invisible giant hammer, crushing the trees along the way. everything.

The ether reaction in front became weak, and then completely dissipated, and the dying screams could be heard gradually.

The character approached the collapsed position, and the entire area collapsed flat, a standard circle with sharp edges.

The target fell in the collapsed circular depression, with half of his body submerged in the ground. The exposed bones were broken and bent, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the body.

The fatal injury was on the target's spine. Under the huge force, the target's body was broken. He was breathing hard. Every time he took in and out of breath, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The character stood in front of the target, then he lowered his body, covered the opponent's eyes with one hand, thrust the dagger along the throat with one hand, raised it hard, stabbed it into the skull from the lower jaw, and then broke the neck. Completely cut off the other party's vitality.

After doing all this, the character's hands were already covered with blood. He put away his dagger and rummaged around for something on the corpse. Soon, he found a brand new ticket in the blood-stained clothes. It seemed to be undaunted. Like water and fire, blood cannot get on it and remains clean.

"I got my ticket."

In the long silence, the character spoke for the first time, as if talking to himself or to Belphegor.

Belphegor smiled and said nothing.

The character flips through a thick book and turns the pages. The book seems to have had several owners, the handwriting in each part is different, and the texture of the paper also looks old or new depending on the time.

Insert the ticket into the paper gap on the latest page, the character puts away the book, passes over the corpse, and walks deep into the jungle.

Belphegor watched this scene with satisfaction, with a strange smile on his face. The devil never lies, he just... didn't tell the whole truth.

Even though the Desire Witch promises the beauty of the present, there are still a small number of poets who still believe in eternity after death.