Chapter 664 (1/2)

”I haven't seen you for a few days. How do you feel like you've lost a lot of weight?”

At this time, Su Ming was sitting on a black stone chair, and there was no view around him. There was only a circle of magma. The hot air kept twisting the air and strangled it back into his body.

In front of him was a shriveled devil. Under the red skin, it seemed that there were only bones, and the ribs could be seen clearly.

The other party looked at Su Ming with a smile, revealing his fangs and squatting on his throne like a monkey. Hearing this, he touched his stomach with his sharp claws.

Like many people who died of starvation, he was bony and had a big stomach, which made him very sick.

”Ha ha, I don't have a good appetite recently. I heard that you became the Supreme Master. I haven't had time to congratulate you.”

”It's not a happy event. Maybe you'll kill you one day, maybe, ha ha...” Su Ming exchanged greetings with each other with a smile on his face. He folded his legs and put his hands on his knees.

The thin devil turned to his side and stuck himself in the groove of the throne, his head resting on one side of the armrest, his legs cocked high.

”At least I don't want to invade the main dimension. Now it's enough to do business.”

Su Ming smiles. Mephisto's business is not very small. He has a monopoly on the soul trading of the earth, and there are many demons under him. He is always looking for customers for him.

Customers are usually gamblers who have lost their wealth, patients who have no medicine to cure, prostitutes who are desperate, or fools with excessive curiosity.

Mephisto will give them what they want, money, love, health, hope, but they can't do it without him.

Of course, these are basically false, either illusory smoke or time limited illusions.

Money is a fake money, love is a charm, health is a reflection, hope is actually despair.

He's a demon. What he does is reclaim his soul.

”I know, so didn't the first stop of my journey to hell start with you?”

Mephisto looked at the woman next to the new Supreme mage. The woman with long blond hair was playing with lava in her boots.

The first stop is hell? Where's the Lord of hell around you? The ability to tell lies is better than Gu Yi.

Mephisto sprang up from the throne, and he had no intention of pestering himself with trifles.

Lies, deception, conspiracy, these characteristics are more to his appetite. If he had 1% welcome to Su Ming's arrival before, now he has 2%.

He grabbed a head from the side of the throne, put it into his mouth, chewed it casually, and spit it out like betel nut: ”then I will show the supreme mage to visit my hell?”

”Well, it's just what I want.”

What is Mephisto's abacus? Su Ming saw clearly that he was showing his own weight, showing his role in balance.

Supreme Master, he is not afraid. As long as he is in hell, no one can hurt him.

But if the supreme mage targets the demons who go to the main dimension to do business, hell will go bankrupt.

Su Ming would not do this, because in his opinion, Mephisto's trick was more like euthanasia. Many soul sellers died in a muddle headed way. In fact, there was nothing wrong with it.

Take the little match girl as an example. Before she died, she only had matches to keep warm. She saw delicious food and relatives from her illusion, and then she died in the snow in cold and hunger.

If she made a deal with the devil, she would at least be able to eat real food, really see her loved ones, and then die painlessly with a smile.

Although they are all dead, the way to die is better. The devil's hospice care is better than the priests.

As for what happens to the soul after going to hell, that is another story. In Mephisto's hell, there are not many souls as musical instruments.

He has his own set of criteria. Only those who like to quarrel most before his life will be tied to the spire.

Mephisto likes to gamble, and the most bad gamblers in his hell.

While thinking, Su Ming followed the steps of the devil. Mephisto was waiting for him with a smile, as if he was going to walk with him.

Su Ming pushed the secret guest and let her go with Mephisto: ”if you have more exchanges between the Lords of hell, I'll take a look.”

On hearing this, the secret guest nodded seriously, but Mephisto could not help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

What's good to communicate between hell and Hell's border? The boss behind one is death, the other is the ancient god, which is not a way at all.

The current pattern of hell is to use ghosts to generate electricity. The soul is both labor and currency. What about the border of hell? It's all tentacle monsters, relying on the predator of the weak, the chaotic corruption of that set.

But Mephisto soon regained his smile, clapped his hands, and raised a gate from the hot lava beside him, which opened with a bang, and a familiar smell came out of the door.

Hope and despair mingle, smoke and wine and noise mingle in the atmosphere.”Come and see my masterpiece.” Mephisto took two quick steps and headed into the door.

Secret guest looked at Su Ming, he just gently nodded, two people also followed in.

After entering the door, it seems that a world has been changed in an instant. In front of the three people, there are rows of slot machines extending to the edge of the field of vision, but they can't see the end.