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126 Scraping

The scalp with light golden hair was peeled and discarded one after another, and blood splattered on the white cloth on the chest, bloody and screaming, forming the scene at the barber shop at this moment.

Scalp, face, neck, torso, lower body.

Under the barber's sharp metal utensils, the fat white man was skinned and dismembered. During this period, he screamed and continued, and his blood spread all over the ground, forming a pool of sticky blood under the chair.

However, when the poor fat man died tragically, the scene in front of him did not continue, but suddenly changed and resumed the situation when Charles had just come in.

The buzzing sound of the fan overhead was still there, and the dirt marks on the mirror were slightly turbid. In the harmonious haircut scene, the sound of scissors opening and closing was rustling. Not long after, the fat white man began a cycle of death.

"On the left, on the left side of the bangs, right, cut it shorter, look good."

"so?"

The barber was still smiling at the guest in the mirror, but this time he did not cut his scalp. Instead, while trimming his bangs, he suddenly inserted the scissors in his hand into the guest's eyes, and went in, screaming like a pig-killing scream was shrill and harsh.

However, this time Shire did not let him continue. The mist was lingering behind him, and the two "people" turned into gray light and were swallowed by their wings.

Then he left the already empty barber shop.

The souls who suffered strange torture and the kind of abused people, the operating rules of this place made Charles quite curious.

However, this time he came in not as a curious baby, but to "rob".

The main range of activities of the demons is in this huge nest, and the treasures of some of them are naturally here, hidden behind the doors.

There is no need for a demon to lead the way or find any target. In this weird place, Shire, who has the eyes of reality, just needs to push open the gates of one "prison" after another and scan the inside, and he can know what is a treasure and what is an ordinary object.

And when he realized that he could do more with his wings, he didn't need to push away at all.

As he walked past, he saw the doors closed after doors opened, and the soul inside turned into a stream of light and rushed towards him without any struggle, as if he was "unwaited" like a milk swallow returning to his nest.

But before he could actually find the demon's treasure, his existence was noticed.

In the dark corridor, two dark-skinned demons, each carrying knife and fork weapons, rushed towards the corner from a distance, and when they saw Charles clearly, their steps became faster.

At the same time, their distorted, like various human-shaped monsters, also showed a grim smile on their faces.

Humans in real physical condition are rare here.

However, these things did not run to the young man, and waves of frost spread across his body, and they were eventually frozen in the corridor.

The devil's body belongs to the spiritual being.

In fact, the demon evolved from the human soul can be regarded as a ghost of another meaning. Although it has no body, the soul will be frozen by Shire's ability.

With a simple comparison of spiritual power, Charles is enough to crush most of the demons. Among the hell demons, the only one he can't compare with is probably the prince of Hell who is at the top of the demon.

However, he killed two of the four princes in hell for various reasons, and the remaining two are still unknown what they are doing in the human world.

There are some powerful demons hidden in hell, but they are not much stronger - the most powerful demons will not stay in such places where "birds do not shit".

Those who are capable have long used various methods to escape from hell and run to the world for leisure and happiness. Those who are capable but do not escape are basically imprisoned beings, and they usually bathe in the deepest part of hell outside this nest.

Simply put, this place now belongs to a state of no tigers in the mountains.

The non-black smoke-like demon seemed to have some resistance to his wings, so that when Charles walked along the corridor road to the team of demons, the exposed limbs of these demons whose torso were frozen began to sway and twist without directly collapsing.

One-eyed, plus three mouths on both sides, more than two meters high, the whole body is pitch black, and the head has rugged flesh horns.

After carefully observing the ugly appearance of the leading demon, Charles shook his head, but ignored it. He walked forward over these things.

There are almost a hundred such things in his wings now, and they do not need to be supplemented or collected, so instead of wasting time, it is better to continue searching here. However, this also suddenly reminded Shire of something.

"It seems that I haven't planted the demon seeds yet... Should I also find an angel?"

From this, thinking of the pile of monsters in the Book of Roots, Charles felt that if all those things were hatched, the world would probably be in chaos...

Thinking about this question vaguely, his eyes swept, the young man kept walking, his fog and wings rippling behind him, and countless souls "in the room" on both sides flew out.

The noise caused by this seems to be very large, but it will not spread too far in this closed corridor environment, and the narrow sound is even more inaudible for the entire hell nest.

So he has nothing to worry about.

He encountered two teams of demon minions one after another. After Shire took the time to plant the demon seeds, he was basically frozen.

Not long after, a house with a supermarket inside came into view. Shire paused and then walked in.

However, after a while, he had no choice but to return.

He found a very serious problem, that is, the various venues that appear in the Hell room are not limited to the size of the room.

For example, the supermarket just now occupied a large area, with at least tens of thousands of items on the shelves. He glanced at it one by one, and it took a lot of time.

In his original plan, this search was just a sweet thing, and it was impossible for him to delay the schedule of returning to the normal world because of this matter.

"But if there are many places in such large scenes, I can't find anything at all. And if the demon is not stupid, the more hidden the place the baby hides, the more inconspicuous it is best. Maybe it's hidden among the countless items?"

It was a little headache, but he couldn't do anything about this situation. After all, only he had the eyes of reality, and he was only one person.

"Forget it, let's talk about it after taking a wave of souls." He made up his mind, Charles was not thinking about it.

When it comes to the soul, it is actually useless to him at the moment. There are spells to be used in the future, but in general, he does not lack them.

It’s just as the saying goes, “The thief will not leave the empty space.”

It is really unreasonable to come to such a place where carelessness is lax.

So he began to run rapidly in the corridor.

Not all souls can be sucked out by him smoothly.

In fact, if you encounter a room that covers a lot of land, then his wings are beyond reach.

Shire was very curious about the scene in the room, but this seemed to involve the fundamental power of hell. He didn't think he could see anything in a short time, so he didn't bother to observe.

He ran all the way and plundered, and encountered many demon teams during this period, but under the frozen moment of Shire, they all turned into ice sculptures and stood there.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly stopped in front of a square-shaped wooden door.

"Feggs McLeod?" Shire couldn't help but ponder.

If you remember correctly, the cunning and insidious Crowley seems to be the hidden real name?
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