The devil roaming the American comics

"Let me see, the fresh corpses are placed on opposite corners of the five five-pointed stars of the transformation ceremony."

Al dragged up the blood-dried and solidified corpses and placed them one by one according to the five-pointed star array scattered in the center of the hall.

After arranging the five corpses with their heads inward and feet outwards, he glanced at the devil's contract floating in mid-air and clicked on the column for the soul of the contract.

There are already two souls on it at this moment, one is Mindy, and the other is Dave's fallen soul crystal.

He first clicked on Mindy's soul, and two options appeared under the soul contract: Operation Release.

Ale clicks again.

A hazy consciousness appeared in Al's mind. This was Mindy's soul. He felt that he could manipulate her at will at this moment. He could summon her into the living world, or he could directly transform her into a soul crystal within the contract.

"call"

A transparent shadow was Mindy. She was dazedly wiping her eyes and was released by the contract: "Dad, did I fall asleep? Ghosts also need to sleep."

Al was stunned. He wanted to ask Mindy what it felt like to be in the contract, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

Smiling, he patted Mindy on the head: "Yes, you just took a nap, now stand in the middle of the magic circle."

"What are you doing?" Mindy asked, curiously walking into the shining five-pointed star magic circle.

As Ming Di entered, Yicai began to flow during the little devil's transformation ceremony. At the same time, five bloody threads overflowed from the corpse, and the Yicai that merged into the magic circle turned into inscriptions engraved on the floor.

Just when this change occurred, Al discovered that the fallen soul crystal in the contract had disappeared, and the number currently displayed in the contract soul was zero.

"Is it equivalent to energy or magic power?" Al thought thoughtfully.

The dim light falling from the devil's contract gradually enveloped the entire magic circle, and the little devil's transformation ritual had been started, until the dim light slowly transformed into a gray cocoon.

The transformation ritual on the ground stopped all actions when the cocoon was successfully condensed, like the devil's ritual burned into the floor by the dried ashes.

"Boom"

"Boom, boom"

The gray cocoon beat one after another, swelling and shrinking in an extremely rhythmic manner, as if it was gestating, and also seemed to be sucking in the air from the outside world.

“It seems like it will take a long time.”

Al went around twice in confusion. Shouldn't it be over with a "ding dong" sound?

He took out the parchment contract, found the dependent column, and clicked on it.

Little devil gestating: 1

"Why don't you move? It's moving. It's 2. It's so slow."

Al sighed. If he had known that the transformation would take so long, he would have taken the body to a different place. The danger here would not be called danger, but trouble.

"Dang, Dang Dang"

"Dam, it's me who opens the door."

"coming."

Al responded vaguely, and he knew that people would come to this den during the day and night.

"Hurry up, what's going on Dam, shouldn't you be the one guarding the door last night? Why are you doing this?"

There was a crisp sound, and the moment the Ale door opened, the person was dragged in and his neck was neatly twisted, suppressing all his questions.

He laid down the body and took the breakfast from the other person's hand. It was donuts, hamburgers, coffee, and milk. These drug dealers had a pretty good meal.

His body felt tired and hungry, and he was also feeling sleepy, but Al felt that he could still hold on. This was due to Damon's good physical fitness formed by years of exercise.

Locking the door again, Al held breakfast in one hand and lit the contract floating in front of him with the other. Why was the number of souls he held still zero? He had just killed a person with his own hands. Shouldn't the soul belong to him?

Al looked back at the corpse on the ground at the door. The soul on the corpse flew out, and a black hole emerged behind the soul. Soon, the soul disappeared into the dark and lightless realm of death.

"The thief￣e#￣Σ" curled his lips, and Ale returned to the living room carrying breakfast.

When he returned to the sofa, he moved Mindy's body and made a place to sit. Then he dragged an intact low table across the room, put breakfast on it and started enjoying it.

The beef burger tasted pretty good, and coupled with the warm milk, Al felt quite satisfied.

After eating and drinking, it’s time to get down to business.

Al brought over the parchment contract and clicked it to listen.

The ink painting is rendered layer by layer, and the lines outline a dynamic group of pictures. It is still the scene of the little boy Renato kneeling in front of the statue to pray.

"Is the time fixed?"

Al wasn't sure. He clicked on Renaldo's soul again and opened his memory.

"Hmm, it seems not."

In Renaldo's memory, in addition to those he saw last time, there were also memories of one night in equal proportion.

Not surprisingly, Renaldo followed Malena again last night.

Then, what surprised Al was that last night for the first time, Renaldo witnessed Marlena's manual antics due to loneliness, which gave the boy a stronger impulse and prayer for enlightenment after returning home.

This is so intense and hot that it burns like a fire from a pile of firewood. It will burn him or her to death.

"so good"

Al looked at the boy who was tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't sleep and laughed heartily. Soon, he would gain another contracted soul, maybe more.

"Advent"

With the activation of the devil's talent, the contract option appeared in Al's mind again: the real clone.

"Separate."

The choice was certain, and the picture on the parchment contract in front of him changed again.

Time flies to the last moment of Renaldo's memory and synchronizes to the early morning in the Sicilian world.

The boy Renaldo was still sleeping soundly and soundly because he stayed up late, but suddenly invisible black ink lines began to outline in his room.

What appeared in front of Al's eyes was his devilish image appearing on the parchment bit by bit, until he was clearly standing beside the boy Renaldo's bed, looking down at him.

"I should change my image"

"I should change my image"

As soon as Al, who was sitting on the sofa, said this, the devil Al on the parchment said the same thing.

Then, the lines of the devil's image twisted and shrank, and what reappeared after a blurry mosaic was his human form at this moment, Damon McCready.

"He can obey my instructions." On the sofa, Al tentatively ordered Al to move around in the parchment.

Al on the parchment followed his instructions obediently, but when his orders stopped, the clone Al on the parchment suddenly stretched out his middle finger toward the sky.

This sudden scene shocked Al: "The clone actually has his own thoughts."

"No, no, no, that's not right. He can't be separated from me and become another Al. Perhaps, like a shadow clone, he has all my memories and thoughts, so he is dissatisfied with my control of him."

"Whether that's the case, you'll know after you try it." As he said this, Al began to order Al on the parchment again.

"Squat down."

"Climb down"

"Get up, walk to the wall, stand on your head and spread your legs."

While giving the order, Al was also thinking about it. If Al on the parchment was really what he thought, then what would he do if he suddenly encountered these humiliating instructions?

Thinking about it, he stopped ordering.

""

On the parchment, in the Sicilian world, the clone Al immediately pointed to the sky and cursed after the main world command ended.

The doppelgänger Al's voice was so loud that it was fortunate that the boy Renaldo's parents had gone out to work during the day and he was the only one left at home.

At this time, Renaldo, who was awakened by the sudden curses in the room, looked at Al in complete confusion and said, "First of all, sir, who are you and why do you appear in my house?" .”