Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo looked at the housekeeper quietly, his brain was a little slow to react.

This means that he has arrived at the devil's lair?

Thinking of the gloomy sky outside and the dark forest in the distance, Fang Zhuo fell silent, whether he was under house arrest in disguise.

Seeing that he was silent, the butler smiled more appropriately, "Lunch time is coming soon, please change into the clothes I prepared for you, and follow me to eat."

As he said, he approached with a tray, and put the exquisitely crafted and soft clothes on the bed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fang Zhuo feels that the uncle's attitude towards him is more respectful than before, even a little cautious, which makes people uncomfortable.

Seeing the young man staring at him, the butler said, "I haven't introduced myself formally yet, I am the butler of Capet Manor, you can call me Cadiz."

Faced with such an old uncle, Fang Zhuo had the nerve to call him by his name, he nodded, "Hello, butler, where is this place?"

The butler's smile became deeper, and his eyes proudly said, "This is the entrance to hell."

Fang Zhuo's face turned pale all of a sudden, I, am I dead?

Seeing that he was frightened, the housekeeper explained, "Don't worry, you are still alive."

Didn't die? It's fine if he didn't die. Fang Zhuo closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, "Please avoid it for a while, I want to change clothes."

"Alright sir." The butler withdrew and closed the door for him.

Fang Zhuo took off his T-shirt, put on a shirt, buttoned it, and asked about the system data.

[Emotional line: three and a half. 】

[Plot line: three. 】

"Scrooge, can't you give me a whole one and make four?"

Fang Zhuo guessed that the fourth one should be given to him after signing the soul... Tsk, what a ritualistic demon.

The suit is a standard three-piece suit, the size is tailor-made, and it fits very well, but the style is too formal and makes people restrained.

The wooden door of the room was very heavy, and he opened it with great effort.

On both sides of the corridor are candlesticks embedded in the wall, extending along the corridor.

The shaking candlelight, not only did not play a big lighting role, but instead created a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere, it might as well be completely black.

Fang Zhuo was considering whether to go left or right when a female voice suddenly came to his ears, "Sir, please follow me."

The one who spoke was a young female demon dressed as a maid. Her skin was too white, and the blue blood vessels distributed under the skin could be clearly seen.

The woman was walking in front of Fang Zhuo's right, her joints were moving, making a rattling sound.

The voice kept echoing in Fang Zhuo's mind, and his heartbeat began to lose control. This state of shock lasted until he came to the dining hall.

Damon held the newspaper in his hand, heard the sound of footsteps and looked up, feeling the young man's mood, and frowned slightly.

He stretched out his hand in Fang Zhuo's direction, "Come here."

Fang Zhuo couldn't wish for it, he was about to be scared to death, and almost ran away in fright, rushing over and wrapping his arms around Damon's neck.

The man put his hand on his back, feeling the violent beating inside, "She won't hurt you."

Fang Zhuo believed it, but he couldn't control his emotions.

"You have a lot of time and you can get used to it," Dimon said.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Hearing this, it means that he does not plan to return to the human world, "Aren't we going back?"

Damon lowered his eyes, held the young man's hand with one hand, and pinched his fingertips to play, "You don't like this place?"

Fang Zhuo was not stupid, he kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, "I like it."

Damon let go of his hand and patted his butt, "Eat."

The butler made a gesture of invitation, and Fang Zhuo followed his hand to see that his tableware was placed on the other side of the long table. If he sat there, he could only look at the man at a distance of five or six meters.

With such a distance, how can I brush the emotional line.

No, it can't be done like this.

Fang Zhuo walked over, picked up the stool and turned it back, and put it next to the man, so close that he could touch the man's arm if he moved a little.

The faces of the butler and the maid changed slightly. Whether it is God Realm or Hell, status is divided according to ability, and the concept of class is deeply rooted.

There were not many servants in the manor, and the master never treated them harshly, but everyone consciously abided by the invisible rules, and no one dared to overstep.

Now, a small human being broke this rule unexpectedly.

Confounded by those two gazes, he hastily checked with the system, "Did I do something wrong?"

Being thrown out of the manor is a small thing, but not being able to sign the contract is the biggest loss.

233 gave him a profile of Hell.

It turns out that those who offend the nobles will be dragged out and dismembered, and then the body parts will be thrown to feed the magic dogs wandering on the edge of hell.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

Thinking of my behavior just now, it was indeed not polite to the nobles.

He swallowed nervously, shaking his hand, the spoon fell into the soup bowl, and the soup splashed on the back of Damon's hand.

The butler frowned, "You!"

With just one word, the man drew a warning look.

Dimon didn't feel any displeasure about this. No one likes other people's deliberate alienation and distance. The closeness of young people is very useful to him.

Close the newspaper, wipe off the soup on the back of the hand with a paper towel, put the spoon back into Fang Zhuo's hand, "Eat."

The butler closed his mouth and his eyes became complicated.

Mr. Capet's tolerance towards this young man has completely exceeded the attitude towards ordinary contractors. The liking that the master said is probably not just pure interest.

Things are going for the worst.

The butler took a deep breath to calm down, and put on the most appropriate smile on his face again.

Seeing that Damon didn't mean to be angry, Fang Zhuo hummed happily in his heart.

After the meal, the man still had business to deal with, and Fang Zhuo was allowed to walk around, with his former maid leading the way for him.

The maid introduced as she walked, "There is a rose garden and fruit grove in front, do you want to see it, little master?"

The rose garden is very large, and the bright red roses are blooming very prosperously. Because of the watering at that time, the petals are crystal clear, and you can smell the rich fragrance without bending over.

The rose garden is next to the lemon orchard. The trees in the orchard are growing well, with golden fruits hanging on the green leaves.

"Did Mr. Dai...Capet plant these?" Fang Zhuo asked.

The maid shook her head, clucking her neck.

Fang Zhuo: "..."

The maid said, "The master planted it himself. It's beautiful, right? I've heard people say that it's because of the master's golden blood in the soil."

"When Mr. Capet fell into hell, his blood almost dried up. The blood seeped into all the land within the manor with the rain. Capet Manor is the most beautiful place in hell." When the maid said, black eyes There is a light shining in it.

Hell is shrouded in darkness all day long, without a ray of sunlight, and not a single blade of grass grows.

Many demons are envious of her being able to work in Cape Manor, because it is very similar to the human world.

Fang Zhuo suddenly remembered the painted painting.

Hey, another poor baby, I have to treat him better in the future.

Fang Zhuo came back from the outside and wanted to send some warmth to the little poor, but when he arrived at the study, he was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Mr. is meeting with guests. If you have something to do, you can tell me first. I will tell him when he finishes his work."

"..."

Uncle, I already smell blood, okay?

Fang Zhuo scratched his face, "No, I'll come back later."

He went back to the room and asked if the system could start a live broadcast. He really wanted to know what the big devil was doing.

233 said, "As long as it's a non-main plot, I'll try."

Fang Zhuo nodded, looking forward to it.

Soon, the screen appeared.

Damon's study is very large, with books on three entire walls, which should be his only pastime in the long years.However, this place, where the aroma of books is floating, is full of blood.

There were three demons lying on the ground, they didn't know what was going on, their bodies were covered in blood, Fang Zhuo's scalp felt numb when he saw it.

"Can't you make a mosaic?"

233, "Why mosaic? This way you can easily notice many details."

Fang Zhuo, "Just tell me if you have."

233 felt a little wronged, "No..."

Fang Zhuo simply covered his eyes with his hands, and continued watching through the gap between his fingers.

In the picture, Damon's legs are crossed together, and a book is spread on his knees.

He turned a page slowly and asked, "I really didn't see it, did someone tear the seal?"

One of the demons nodded its head and said in panic: "Mr. Capet, we really didn't lie, we only know that the seal was torn from the outside."

Last night, the seal of hell that held the devil's felon was torn apart again.

Although it is just an inconspicuous crack, as the number of demons discovering the crack increases, they will continue to break free from the crack.

Once the rift is widened enough by these escaped demons, the seal will be useless.

These escaped demons who refused to respect the agreement between humans and demons, and committed heavy murders, will return to the world with malicious intent for revenge.

The three in front of them just broke free from the crack. In order to break away from the seal, they did not hesitate to have a layer of skin scraped off by the crack of the seal.

Damon's gaze finally lifted from the book. God and demons are inherently opposed. Even now that he has degenerated into a demon, he still can't like this kind of creature.

Especially the inferior demons who committed murder and never changed their nature.

The man in the hood stood aside, this time he was not as cruel as last time, but put the tip of his sword against the throat of one of them.

If this sword stabs down, the neck will be pierced, and the head will be divided.

Damon's left leg, which was stacked on his right leg, was put down. He suddenly turned his head and looked into the void.

On the other side, Fang Zhuo met those dark eyes and almost fell off the bed.

"I..." Fang Zhuo's face turned pale, "Why do I feel like he saw me?"

233 was also frightened, "I don't know either."

Fang Zhuo was so angry that he vomited blood, "Is your skill safe? Are you sure that peeping will not be discovered?"

233 was silent for a while, "It should be safe..."

Fang Zhuo: "..."

233 said, "The playback screen is captured from the main system, and the live broadcast screen is captured on the spot. Even if the protagonist is really aware of the energy fluctuations, it is impossible to know that it is us."

It's fine if you don't know, Fang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and continued watching the live broadcast.

The three demons hesitated and begged for mercy, but couldn't explain why. The man couldn't get the answer he wanted, so he put the book on the table and stood up.

"What crimes have these people committed?"

The hooded man's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper being rubbed, "They were responsible for the eight serial mutilations in L City in 1932."

The files of that case are still stored in the archives of the L City Police Station. Since no murderer was found and no clues were found, it became a famous unsolved case.

Damon turned around and looked at the three demons shaking badly on the ground, his eyes darkened.

The hooded man understood and gripped his sword tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhuo saw a flash of sword light, and the heads and bodies of several demons were separated, and the black blood was poured all over the ground.

The head rolled around on the ground, one of the eyeballs was facing the direction of the camera, Fang Zhuo froze in fright.

The screen continues.

Daemon squatted down himself, took the gloves from the butler and put them on. He turned the demon's body over, cut open the other's chest cavity with his bare hands, and pulled out the heart.

On the black heart, there is a totem.

This is the imprint that the other party puts on the heart through a spell after betraying the heart. Once the betrayer turns his back on the master, the imprint will quickly backfire and kill the person.

Therefore, a person who has been cast with a spell will never be able to tell the truth that harms the interests of the master.

Fang Zhuo subconsciously moved closer to see what was above, but the man turned his body sideways to block it.

Forget it, it's just right that I can't see it, so I won't have to wash my eyes later.

He lay back on the bed like a dead dog, and sighed, "The big guy is the big guy, the action of digging out the heart is so cool."

233 didn't say a word, and after a while, he suddenly said, "He's here."

Fang Zhuo rolled the quilt between his legs and rolled himself up.

Damon walked around the room, sat on the edge of the bed, curled his fingers and lightly rubbed the young man's face.

Fang Zhuo breathed the air quietly, and didn't smell the stench on the man, so his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

He stretched himself and sat up, rubbed his eyes and said, "Hey, are you done?"

"Caddis said you were looking for me." Damon hooked the man over and let the young man rely on himself.

Fang Zhuo said, "I'll just chat with you."

Damon pondered for a moment, "I'll take you to see my little pet."

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "Little pet? Is it a cat?"

233 was also silently excited.

Dimon said, "No, it's a dog."

Fang Zhuo licked his teeth. There is no cat, even a dog can be petted.

There's no internet or TV in this place, it's going to get moldy if you get bored, and it's nice to have a new playmate.

Daemon straightened the shirt for him, led the young man away from the manor, and walked straight to the forest.

The forest is full of towering trees with luxuriant branches and leaves. The branches are intertwined and closely connected. When you look up, you can't see a bit of the sky.

The surroundings are so quiet, only the crisp sound of two people walking on the fallen leaves.

Fang Zhuo looked back, the road and trees he had just walked had been replaced by darkness, and he couldn't help shivering.

Damon ignored his fear, and just slowed down his pace calmly, "Follow closely, otherwise you will be swallowed by the darkness behind."

Fang Zhuo wanted to cry, what kind of pets could there be in such a ghostly place, he dared to guarantee that what awaited him next was only scary, not cute.

"Here we are." Damon stopped suddenly.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and looked forward, his body had already reacted before his brain, and he took a step back.

Damon's hand was strong, and he easily pulled the young man back.

He pressed Fang Zhuo's shoulders, looked down at the young man's eyelashes trembling with fear, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, they are very cute."

The man possessed himself, put his chin on the young man's shoulder, and whistled.

Directly in front of Fang Zhuo, there were more than a dozen black hounds walking around. No, they couldn't be called hounds at all.

Their ribs had no skin and flesh, and the internal organs inside could be easily seen. Half of their heads were skeletons, showing sharp teeth, drooling, and staring at him for a moment with eyes emitting a faint green light.

This mother can also be called a small pet, the joke is over, bro!

"Let's go back." Fang Zhuo's teeth were chattering, and he said stumblingly, "I don't want to see any little pets anymore."

Damon's body is like a solid wall, blocking his retreat, "They won't hurt you."

"I'm afraid of having nightmares at night."

"I can hold you to sleep," Dimon said.

"..." What's wrong with this man, do you just like to see him frightened to death!

Knowing that he couldn't escape today, Fang Zhuo turned his face away and closed his eyes tightly.

He heard the sound of those magic dogs running over the grass with their paws, goose bumps all over his body, and his legs softened into noodles.

Damon's palm slid down Fang Zhuo's arm and held his hand.

Realizing what the other party was going to do, Fang Zhuo desperately retracted his hand...it was useless, he already felt the scary-looking magic dogs approaching, trying to slam his hand.

It's cold, wet, and makes your scalp tight.

Fang Zhuo didn't dare to open his eyes, so he could only ask the system for help, "What are they doing?"

This is also the first time the system has seen such a terrifying creature. It thought that the excitement of petting cats and dogs has long since disappeared, but except for private time, it cannot block the screen.

233's voice trembled more than the host, "They are here, licking you... and still smelling you."

Fang Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, it's over.

I'm afraid he won't be able to get out in his life, unless the man is willing to let him go.

"This is a demon dog from hell. Its sense of smell, hearing, vision, and memory are all a hundred times higher than ordinary dogs." The man introduced in an orderly manner like a commentator, "They remember you now, even if you go to the ends of the earth , and they will help me chase you back."

Damon paused for a moment and kissed the young man's ear, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Fang Zhuo swallowed, "I won't run away, I will be where you are."

The magic dog stopped licking, and the man took out a white handkerchief from his trousers pocket, squeezed the young man's hand, and wiped it finger by finger.

"What if I stay in hell?"

Fang Zhuo expressed his determination, "I will accompany you."

Damon put away his handkerchief and pushed him against the tree, "What do you use to make me believe you?"

If you don't believe me, who else will you trust? Firstly, I don't think you are perverted, and secondly, I don't think you are cold. You will never find another person in this world who treats you as well as I do.

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, he just talked with his eyes.

Dimon looked at him for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Who is written in your notebook?"

Fang Zhuo chuckled, "I knew you would come, so I wrote it for you on purpose. Is it unexpected?"

Damon pinched the young man's butt punitively and lifted him up.

Fang Zhuo instinctively clamped his legs around the man's waist, and was bumped from below. He blushed and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a person in the distance.

The man blew him a kiss and disappeared into the woods in an instant.

When Fang Zhuo went back, his crotch was completely wet, his legs couldn't close together, and he walked like a duck.

Although the passing servants didn't raise their heads, everyone knew that the young man had been terribly loved.

The butler came from a distance and bowed to Damon, "The preparations for the bond formation tomorrow are ready, do you need to check it?"

Damon nodded, letting Fang Zhuo go back to the room first.

The back of Fang Zhuo's butt was very uncomfortable, and as soon as he was out of the man's sight, he galloped and quickly climbed to the top of the tower.

He put both hands on the door and pushed it, and an envelope fell through the crack of the door.

Inside was a piece of brown letter paper, on which was written:

Stupid human being, do you think love is indestructible after signing a soul contract?

No, he just wants to devour your soul, so as to obtain the godhead temporarily placed on you.