[Comprehensive British and American] I open a haunted house in the superhero world

"Lust. Desire is the instinct of the body, and so is love." Amon said, "But Father God doesn't understand, and neither do Lucifer."

She fell to heaven because of lust, and was addicted to lust because of love.

Asmodeus is the master of this city of desire.

And the master of that love that belongs only to hell.

"I've already told you that love is short-lived lust. Lust is eternal." Amon said, "If you are with me, I will let you enjoy the most extreme enjoyment."

"Thanks for your kindness," West said. "You know why we're here."

Amon showed a charming smile: "Of course, for the human being brought back by Lucifer."

"Since you know, then don't talk nonsense, we must go there." West said, "If you don't get out of the way, I'm afraid we can only use some extreme measures."

"Does it have to be so violent, Mr. Death?" Amon lowered his eyes, her beauty was stronger and more impactful than before, "I sincerely invite you to stay here, including Lucifer The human being, he was also treated by Lucifer here - Lucifer didn't do anything to him. I believe he must love hell, just like you, if you feel it here, you will know Hell is the happiest place in the world."

"I really want to ask you a question." West lowered his voice, "Asmodeus, where did those you loved go?"

Amon remained silent and did not answer. West said first: "They were tempted by you in this city, and then you gave them up. Asmodeus, your love is fair and affectionate, but forgive me Let me tell you bluntly, your love is short-lived and worthless."

"I keep you at a respectful distance." West said, "True love is focused, hesitant, and a choice after a contest between reason and emotion. It is not easy to abandon. Your so-called love is just for yourself. It's just an excuse, you just want revenge on heaven, you may have loved someone, but I think only God."

Amon looked at him with a complicated expression.

"So we have to leave. I won't stay here, and I won't do anything with you." West said, he and Amon didn't pay attention to each other's expressions after saying these words, but gave Clark With a wink, the two of them can only prepare to force their way if it doesn't work.

But who knew that just when they were about to force their way in, Amon suddenly sighed: "Is it just so reluctant? Seriously, Mister Death, I'm really serious about you now."

"Sorry, it's true that I'm not interested." West replied.

"Okay, okay, since Mr. Death is so reluctant. Then I have nothing to do, right?" Amon suddenly changed his words.

so easy?West didn't believe it, and saw Amon covering his mouth with his hands: "But don't say I didn't tell you, my place is not connected to the place you want, so you can't enter Lucifer's place even if you leave me." City."

West raised an eyebrow.

"You're right." Amon suddenly changed the subject and said, "I do love God, as I love my father, but we also hate him."

While she was talking, she slowly walked up to West. Clark wanted to stop him, but West gave him a gesture to tell him not to act rashly.

Then I watched Amon raise his hand and gently stroked West's face: "Your friend is in trouble with Leviathan, do you want me to take you there?"

Um?West looked at her suspiciously.

"You're very interesting." Amon raised his chin lightly, and then said, "You owe me once, and next time I will go to the world to find you to come back, Mister Death."

"you……"

"I hate God." Amon said, "so I like to make trouble for him."

She said that the black six wings suddenly spread out behind her, and then a flame-shaped teleportation array appeared under the feet of West and Clark. The two of them fell down at the same time before they recovered.

Both had the ability to resist, but neither of them did it.

The moment the teleportation array disappeared, the entire church returned to silence.

At this time, a beautiful female demon came out, she looked at Amon: "Master Asmodeus, do you want me?"

She licked her lower lip and said seductively.

"Of course dear." Amon evoked a charming smile and opened his arms, "Come into my arms."

Carpe diem, that's the way hell is.

When West and Clark were about to fall to the ground, Clark stretched out his hand to hold the owner of the haunted house in his arms, and used his body to dissipate most of the force of the fall.

Clutter hugged him and rolled on the ground twice before stopping.

West huddled in Clark's arms and coughed twice, then slowly pulled out from his arms.

They reached Leviathan's city of envy.

Leviathan's City of Jealousy has Tony, Loki, and Gabriel together. Among the three, except Gabriel has a relationship with Heaven so that Wester is not the one to rest assured, Loki and Tony are both employees of the haunted house, so He quite believed it.

But just now Asmodeus told him that Tony and the others were in trouble.

The faceless puppet doll West gave Tony was exactly the same as the one on Clark, and every year he received a doll, as if celebrating his growth, and those dolls contained the blessing of death-he always knew it .

And he sent this to his friends, which is equivalent to sending them blessings.

Once something went wrong with Tony and Clark, he could feel it, and he could resist a soul-destroying attack for them.

So, if something happened to Tony, West would definitely feel it.

But he didn't.

Leviathan fell to hell because of jealousy, and his city was neither as full of rage as Astaroth, nor as lively as Beelzebub and Asmodeus.

His city is as quiet as dead.

If he had to describe it, West felt that there was a gloomy atmosphere here, very similar to Silent Hill.

The red sky oppresses here like a thick fog that lingers on Silent Hill.

West even thought he could hear crying from the city.

Clark picked him up and flew directly towards the city, while West nestled in Clark's arms, staring outside.

Superman's super speed only took a few seconds to successfully fly into the city, and he put West down after arriving.

The haunted house owner looked around, and then he found that this place looked more like a dead city than he thought—he looked all over, but he didn't see a demon.

"Leviathan's place shouldn't be..." West frowned, and said involuntarily. In his opinion, Astarot is famous for violence, and his city is dominated by gladiators. It should be a city of death. city.

Unexpectedly, that violent city has a different vitality, but this city is even more dead.

West and Clark walked quickly, observing their surroundings carefully.

Not only is the city empty, but there is also a mysterious magical atmosphere above the city.

"Do you feel it?" West sniffled and said with a frown, "There is a certain smell in this city, it can..."

Wester paused, and a different emotion appeared in those beautiful eyes.

Clark's expression was also a little wrong.

He shook his head and nodded again: "It's an indescribable feeling."

It’s really a feeling that can’t be described, that feeling seems to be nothing, they feel that sometimes they feel it carefully, and they think it’s their own illusion.

And when they think it's an illusion, the lingering sense of oppression always surrounds them.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, the mood is impetuous, and as time goes by, it will become uncomfortable all over.

"This place is probably more dangerous than Asmodeus's place." Clark said involuntarily.

Wester pulled Clark, and after hearing his words, he felt a little angry inexplicably.

So he couldn't help but said: "That's for sure, after all, there are beauties in Asmodeus."

"West?" Clark was a little surprised, he didn't quite understand why West would mention this.

But West remembered the way Asmodeus pounced on Clark just now—well, the owner of the haunted house admitted that he felt uncomfortable at the time, but he didn't show it.

But now he couldn't bear it anymore.

"What I said to Asmodeus just now is somewhat different from my own thoughts." West said quietly, "If you can't improve your magic resistance, you are finished, Superman."

He hates Clark being controlled, kissed, even touched by anyone - as far as he knows, Poison Ivy once kissed Clark and controlled him to kill Batman.

Maybe he should kill Poison Ivy—or pluck her soul out and throw it in the land of the dead.

Clark quickly noticed something wrong with West's expression, and he couldn't help raising his voice: "Wake up, Wei, what's wrong with you?"

"I just found out that you never forget Asmodeus, and she chose you on purpose." West said blankly, "Then I remembered that every time you saved someone, those people would treat you again." Hugs and hugs, and you're open to anyone."

Clark couldn't laugh or cry: "When did this happen to you? I've been dead for so long, and I haven't been saved for a long time, and no one is holding me—except you, in fact, the only person I'm holding in my arms recently is you , I just carried you here."

"But I just remembered, those messy annoying things," West said. "There's something wrong with me, Clark."

Well, West admitted that something was wrong with him.

He has never shown that he cares about these things, because these things should not be within the scope of his care.

But as he stood here, some weird and crazy thoughts kept rushing out.

After contacting Leviathan, the master of the city, West immediately understood the reason for his behavior.

This is a city of jealousy, and everyone in this city is jealous of others because of one thing or another.

And now they who stepped into this city were also controlled by the city's magic.

But I didn't expect that he was the first to be recruited, not Clark, who had a terribly low magic resistance. It's really...

West quickly suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

"It's Leviathan." Clark also realized this, and West nodded in affirmation of his words.

"Do you feel something wrong? That kind of jealousy from the bottom of your heart?" West asked about Clark's situation.

Clark nodded, then shook his head: "We feel it, but it's not obvious."

He paused, and said with some concern: "But why do you feel so strongly?"

Logically speaking, West's magic resistance is definitely higher than Superman's, but his performance here is far worse than Clark's.

West shook his head, he didn't know why, in front of Asmodeus, he was not tempted by desire.

But here, he is firmly controlled by jealousy.

He even needs to work hard to restrain himself, so as not to let some jealousy occupy his whole heart.

"Clark, I might..." West hesitated, "I might be a little irrational."

"That's okay." Clark said softly, "I know it's not you."

There was worry in his blue eyes, but also comfort.

But this can't give West a sense of comfort, he just feels uncomfortable, the kind of discomfort that he doesn't even know why he is uncomfortable.

West had a guess in his mind: "I'm afraid Tony and the others have encountered the same problem as us."

But the hope is that Tony, like Clark, is less affected by these emotions than West.

At this moment, West actually found a thin and small demon in a corner.

The demon has a hideous face, the kind of scary-looking demon in the standard stories.

It's just that he is relatively small, and he looks like an immature child in the devil.

He squatted in the corner and watched West and the others secretly, but he happened to be caught by them.

West thought for a while, it was not easy to find a living life in this place, and he naturally couldn't let go of this gift that came to his door.

So he quickly gave Clark a wink, Superman understood and rushed towards the devil immediately

With the blessing of irrational thoughts in his mind, West also had to admit that Clark was spoiled by him to some extent when he was together.

At least the original Superman didn't know how to play this kind of cooperation with him.

The demon found two people rushing towards him, and immediately wanted to run.

But before he could run far, Clark grabbed his arm.

He turned his head and grinned at Clark, his red eyes looked at Superman ferociously, and he opened his mouth, trying to bite Clark's arm.

Superman's Man of Steel played a role at this moment, the devil bit for a long time, even the layer of skin was not bitten

After he finally calmed down, West went to talk to him.

"Hello." West walked in front of her, the demon was a little shorter than him, so he squatted down to talk to him

"We have no malice." West said, thinking that it was a joke to tell a demon that he had no malice.

The little devil was obviously very guarded against him, with his mouth wide open, as if he was going to rush up and bite West to death at any time.

West thought for a while and changed his words: "If you are obedient and obedient, then we have no malicious intentions."

he said softly.

The little devil babbled a bunch of words that he couldn't understand - West guessed that it should be the devil's language of hell.

He had to admit that there was a language barrier, and it was a bit troublesome at this time.

But he still held his temper and said, "Did you see three people? No, it should be two people and an angel."

He gestured for a while, the general appearance of the staff of the haunted house.

The little devil finally calmed down, his eyes were still guarded, but he opened his mouth and said in English that was not fluent: "Leviathan."

"You can speak English?" West... couldn't help being a little surprised.

The little devil nodded.

"I've seen these three people." He paused, and then said in a very disgusted tone, "The smell of that angel is very disgusting."

West nodded, understanding, after all, heaven and hell are rivals.

"Can you tell me what happened to them?" West continued to ask, "If you are obedient, I will let you go."

There was a trace of fear in the eyes of the little devil, and then he said in a trembling voice: "They offended Lord Leviathan."

West thought that Tony was too crazy, right?Going up directly offended the Seven Kings

Or did something happen along the way?

He asked about Leviathan, the little devil was reluctant to say it at first, but when he looked at the devil with his eyes full of lifelessness, the devil trembled with fear and finally said: "Lord Leviathan doesn't like Outsiders come here."

Some demons love humans, and some hate humans.

Leviathan definitely belongs to the hated part, this fallen angel who fell due to jealousy, was born to hate the human beings whom God loves.

Looking back, Asmodeus knew they had entered hell, and Leviathan must have known it earlier.

Maybe he set up a trap early in the morning, waiting for West and the others to enter.

It's just that he didn't expect that not everyone came here.

Before they came, they didn't know that the demons had already known about their arrival. Without any precautions, even if Tony disguised himself as a demon, it would have no effect.

West suppressed the irritability in his heart, and then asked the little devil a few more questions.

But soon he realized that something was wrong, the eyes of that seemingly obedient little devil gradually turned red.

He was keenly aware of the change in the middle, and he became defensive.

And just as his suspicion gradually increased, the little devil's eyes suddenly turned as red as dripping blood, and then he suddenly spread the devil's wings behind him, and rushed towards West angrily.

Its claws grabbed Wester's neck, and his sharp wings pierced Wester's chest like sharp knives.

Clark's reaction was very fast, almost instantly, his eyes glowed bright red, and he directly shot off the wingtip that was about to touch West's chest.

Weiss took a step back and said in his mouth: "Hey, little guy, do you really want me to treat you in a rough way?"

But the little devil still looked at West angrily as if he didn't hear it.

Still muttering in his mouth, humans hate humans.

He looked as if he wanted to tear West completely apart.

West wants to keep this alive mainly because it's the only living thing they've come across so far—even though he's a demon.

But the characteristic of coming to this city is that you will go crazy anytime and anywhere?

West began to understand a little bit why the city was as silent as dead.

Leviathan puts envy on the city, and madness is synonymous with everyone here.

Compared to being warlike, this place is obviously crazier than sex.

He loves watching people hurt each other out of jealousy, it's horrible even to the hell that he does.

"Catch him to Clark," West said. "We still need it."