Don't play games with crazy vests

"Lord Yan Mo—"

It was rare for Po Meng to break into the Yan Mo Palace in such a gaffe.

"The brain flower in my store is gone!"

Meng Po found that her hot pot restaurant was out of her mind, and instantly realized that something was wrong.

King Yan Mo wanted to touch fish again, but it was not the ghost lamp that interrupted his thoughts, but Granny Meng who broke in.

"what happened?"

Ghost Lantern came in with a mace, and replied for Po Meng: "It seems that the tourism industry in hell will be closed first."

He had already investigated the theft of the brain flower in advance, and confirmed that it was stolen by the monster who came to experience the hell tour service.

Although that strange brain flower was originally picked up by Po Meng from the Santu River, but since she picked it up, it is something from hell.

But it's just a useless brain teaser, and there's no need to add extra workload to hell to find trouble with big demons in the world.

The ghost lamp glanced at Po Meng without leaving a trace.

Of course, such words cannot be said in front of Po Meng.

Po Meng said angrily, "Damn it."

She didn't have the time and opportunity to go to the human world to catch her brain.

"What should I do?"

Anyway, it's a matter of face in hell, so we can't just let it go.

This matter is big and big, and small and small.

King Yan Mo was also a little vacillating.

Ghost Lantern stroked his chin, and he put down his mace: "Action must be done, but not now."

King Yan Mo's eyes lit up: "Since the ghost lamp has an idea, let's leave this matter to the ghost lamp."

Granny Meng bit her lip, a little unwilling: "What way?"

Ghost Lantern clapped his hands: "This will be related to what I was going to report today."

He didn't come to find King Yan Mo for no reason.

"There is a demon cub who got lost from the Western Hell. Something happened at the gate of Santuchuan just now, and I just went to deal with it and came back."

King Yan Mo was a little interested in this matter, and he asked, "Why did the demons from the western hell get lost and come to us?"

"I don't know." Ghost Lantern thought of the spiky cub covered in fangs and claws: "I contacted Western Hell, and they said that they didn't have any lost demon cubs."

In fact, the demon liaison officer of Western Hell casually replied to the ghost lamp: "If you lose it, just lose it. Although there are no lost cubs on the face form, there are many cubs lost in our hell every year due to various reasons."

They don't care much about their pups.

"Since they've all come to you, let's take that demon into your place."

The attitude of the Western Hells is very clear, they let go of it, and let the Japanese Hells do whatever they like.

Ghost Lamp has a headache.

No matter how short they are in hell, he doesn't want a demon cub.

King Yan Mo was stunned for a moment: "We are so far away from the Western world."

"What do you think, ghost lamp?"

Ghost Lantern had already figured out a solution when he learned about Mengpo's hotpot restaurant.

"One day on earth, one year in hell."

King Yan Mo stroked his beard, and with just one sentence, he somewhat understood Ghost Lamp's thoughts.

"Just throw that kid there and grow up there for decades."

When the devil grows up, drive him to the human world to catch the brain flower. By the way, if possible, he will make trouble when he meets the monster who dares to steal things in hell.

For Hell, time and waiting are the two least valuable things, and the practice of ghost lamps can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone without wasting the energy of Hell's limited staff.

Po Meng thought about it and agreed.

"In this case, take that devil cub with me."

She promised that as soon as that demon became an adult, Fei Du would kick him to the world.

Ghost Lamp thinks more comprehensively, he doesn't care if this devil bastard will obediently find some brains, as long as he doesn't stay in their hell.

The demons in the Western Hell are cunning and evil, and Ghost Lamp doesn't like staff who are good at using words to confuse people.

It's better to put it in the human world to play.

In Tokyo at night, the bustling lights in the city center and the pedestrians coming and going, the lively appearance on the street can't be seen at all. It's already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Under the colorful lights, there are many dark alleys hidden.

"Da da da……"

Suddenly, a young man ran into a certain narrow alley in a panic.

He didn't realize that the alley that was originally only a short 100 meters had been stretched very long. Looking at it from his field of vision, he couldn't see what was at the end of the darkness.

He was too flustered to pay attention to other things.

The man was holding a briefcase in his arms tightly. He was running in a panic, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked back from time to time, and it seemed that there was some terrible monster chasing him in the void.

Faster.

Must escape.

There was no light source in the alley, and the young man ran forward desperately, ignoring the pain in his lungs caused by the lack of oxygen supply to his body, and the burning sensation in his throat when he opened his mouth and ran.

At this time, he could no longer remember his body that was close to collapse due to running all the time.

Can't let that devil catch up to him.

That's a monster!

If I had known it earlier, I would have continued to listen to the words of that Pan Xingjiao master.

The man is very sorry.

Why should he be so eager for success that he was bewitched by that demon in the end!

Not far in front of the man, a set of exquisitely crafted tables and chairs suddenly appeared in the darkness that he could not see.

There is a half-played chess game on the table.

A man sat on a chair casually, wearing a well-made suit, elegantly and casually playing with the soldier chess pieces in his hand.

"Oh!"

When the man ran, he was caught off guard by the thrown soldier chess bullet, and he knelt hard on the ground.

The devil sitting on the chair thoughtfully turned on a small lamp on the table to provide light for the man in distress.

"I said, sir, that it was very bad manners to pay on credit."

The man looked up at the demon, his pupils instantly narrowed.

He clearly remembered that the demon was behind him, so why did he suddenly run in front of him.

"No, you can't do that!"

The man opened his hands indiscriminately, and finally repeated his feeble protest.

The devil's golden vertical pupils were full of doubts, he waved his hand in the air, and took out a piece of parchment out of thin air.

"But this is our deal, isn't it?"

On the parchment, their transaction process was clearly written in black ink.

The devil offered untold amounts of money and fame to a man whose company was on the brink of bankruptcy, and the man had to pay for his wishes.

"It's just a normal small price to pay."

The devil uttered an elegant and slow tone like a nobleman, which made the man kneeling on the ground with a knee injury feel very uneasy.

He regretted it, and must not make a deal with the devil.

On the parchment, the pen marks left by the man's signature were extremely deep.

"I only need your soul, sir, your body can still enjoy your wealth and status in the world."

The devil seemed to have a friendly attitude on the surface, and he offered his suggestion thoughtfully.

The body that has lost its soul is nothing more than a vegetative state that cannot perceive anything.

The man lying on the ground kept shaking his head and refused: "No, no, why don't we cancel the transaction!"

If I had known him earlier, I would have gone to that monk to find a solution.

In his panic, he found a way: "I am your party A, I, I am not satisfied with this transaction, yes, I am not satisfied, so you take all the money away, and we will pretend that we have never met!"

The eyes of this man who had just made a great investment in the business world and was successfully elected as a member of parliament were red, as if he was going crazy, and kept repeating these words to the devil.

The devil said in distress, "It's really difficult."

Seeing that his attitude was a little loose, the man prayed harder.

As if seeing something amusing, the devil smiled and issued the death sentence to the man in front of him: "No way."

"As I said, once the transaction is successful, it will not be returned or exchanged."

He walked towards the man.

As the devil's cruel voice fell, the man felt something touch the top of his head.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a pull, and the world was turned upside down. He saw his body lying on the ground with his eyes closed tightly. When he looked down, he realized that at some point, he had become a soul and was floating in the air. Everything looks unreal.

Another soul sucked into the parchment.

After the transaction was completed, all the transaction contents written in black ink on the parchment disappeared, and the original parchment returned to its original state.

Demons love to make deals with the souls of bad guys.

The more evil humans are, the more they like to trade with him.

Another successful order, Yossi bent slightly towards the body of the unconscious man lying on the ground, and lowered his head to cover the corner of his upturned mouth for an instant.

"Thank you sir for your choice, happy transaction."

Demon Yossi is a character card that Kashiwahara hadn't seen in the third dungeon.

It is the nature of demons to deceive humans.

Strictly speaking, it's not really a scam.

Sign the contract, fulfill the wish, and finally collect the human soul as the price.

They speak the truth every step of the way, and they will seriously answer any questions the transaction partner has.

As long as the benefits are large enough, there will always be humans who come to trade regardless of the cost.

Of course, Yossi does not deny that when facing potential trading partners, there is always a little coaxing in his words.

But those are not important. What makes Youxi feel the most fulfilled is that this transaction is much more difficult than the previous transaction, but he succeeded in the end.

After Yuxi was dragged from hell to the world by the ghost lamp, he successfully traded several orders, only this time he met an opponent.

A smelly monk with a smile like a black fox.

It seems to be the head of a cult organization called Panxing Cult.

When Yossi was coaxing the trade partner, he found that the trade partner was slow to move. This kind of behavior was really abnormal. After careful investigation, he discovered that it was not that the man was not interested in their transaction, but that he still There is a second option.

Whether to make a deal with the devil that would put his own life at risk in the future, or to enshrine the running funds that he had privately saved on the verge of bankruptcy to the Panxing Sect for transshipment.

Men waver between these two options.

On the surface, the devil looks like a gentleman and polite, but in fact he is very petty.

Knowing that this man actually had a second choice, he immediately made a decision—he wanted to make this deal.

Yoshi licked the corner of his mouth.

He is an excellent demon.

In the end the devil won.

not always.

The devil sat back on the chair, he looked at the chessboard that he had only played halfway, curled his lips in interest when he was disturbed.

Originally, that man would willingly hand over his soul, but he must have been bewitched by a certain monk in the end, so he wasted the devil's time and made a fearless act of regret.

Just when Yossi was about to go back and continue the match against himself, the man lying motionless on the ground was swallowed by some kind of disgusting creature.

Countless curses spewed out from the surrounding darkness, they wrapped around the man who was still alive, devoured his flesh and blood, and absorbed the last bit of the man's value.

Yossie took a sip of the hot tea on the table, and said mischievously, "Tsk tsk, it turns out that human beings are the cruelest creatures to their own kind."

A black-haired man wearing cassock and half-tied ball head appeared not far away at some point.

There was a gentle smile on his face, and a gleam of light flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a monkey."