With a pickaxe on his face, Yan Rui turned into a miner and dug a hole in "My World". Last time he took more than an hour to dig the road to the soul crystal, so his body also stayed in the pool of blood for an hour. This time, he was not afraid of disturbing meditation. He would not rush back and leave more mining.
When Qi Bingzhe saw that he started poaching the wall, he actually understood the intention and stopped beating his head against the wall. It "looked at" Yan Rui with a face without facial features and expressions, and waited patiently on the side.
"I am the only one who works in the hell I see."
After about two hours, the wall was dug through. The soil and rocks that fell on the ground disappeared, and the holes in the wall automatically turned into square and neat passages. The passage connected to the other hall, which was filled with blue water. Since the room was roughly a cube, this was the "Water Cube".
There is water from the ground to the ceiling, but it has some regular constraints that prevent it from flowing into the passage. The surface of the "Water Cube" is flat and smooth, without any ripples, like a flat marble. However, its interior is filled with vortexes of large and small, chaotic and entangled. Some are as thick as buckets, some are winding like snakes, and some will suddenly appear and disappear quickly, like a meteor across the sky.
In the vortex, there are constantly flashing pictures. Yan Rui saw his office, computers and stationery, all of which were available. However, these pictures were all split, and there was also a phenomenon similar to frame skipping.
Computer game production is Yan Rui's profession, and frame skipping is a common phenomenon in this industry. Optimization (conscience) and improving configuration (explosion) can be solved. Yan Rui still misses this phenomenon, and he heard the fork-way demon shouting loudly, "Space turbulence, space turbulence!" It is very destructive.
The Qibinger nodded to Yan Rui and walked straight into the water cube. The vortex instantly swallowed it away, and then retreated slightly. In other words, there was a part of the water close to Yan Rui, without the interference of the vortex.
At this time, a bottle of Red Bull fell out of the water and rolled to Yan Rui's feet.
I haven't drunk this thing for a long time, and I still miss it a little. Yan Rui picked up the Red Bull, opened the lid, and poured it into his mouth. The tea-yellow liquid spilled on the ground when it came out of the jar. As a soul devil, he had no ability to drink it.
"Ah! Ahhh!" Yan Rui angrily threw the can out, listening to the noise it hit the wall and rolling on the ground. When he traveled to the new world, he had always been very calm, observing and adapting to the world calmly, even with the persecution of the devil, his weak body and rigorous training. But a can of drink from the original world revealed the emotions he had been covering up and made the volcano erupt.
"I was living a good life! I was healthy, had a smooth work, and had a slump! I got the house and talked to my girlfriend, and my parents were healthy! Apart from being a little tired when I was rushing to work and having too few people working, I had nothing to complain about! Now? Now?! I can't even drink overtime!"
He angrily cursed in the room, venting the negative emotions accumulated in his heart. No one can be indifferent when facing sudden changes in the environment, especially through this situation. Just imagine that you have already mastered your skills and are killing all over the Internet cafe online. Someone suddenly cut off the power. How can you not be angry? The online situation is like this, what about life?
With the drink incident, Yan Rui removed the pressure and slowly returned to peace. Proper venting is beneficial to mental health, but only pragmatic actions can make people move forward. He picked up the pickaxe on the ground, unfolded the meditation hawk's eyes, and came to a wall hiding a glowing body.
This time, while he had time, he decided to discover as many secrets as possible.
While digging the soil, he thought about the problem of prayer. Obviously, prayer is transformed from the wandering soul of the Ice Peak Fortress. The specific transformation principle is unclear at the moment, but he knows that prayer will enter the "Water Cube" and offset each other with the vortex formed by the turbulent flow in the space, and will also change something.
Yan Rui had a reasonable guess: unlike a place as distinctive as heaven and hell, the world itself has no tendency. Those who prayed for the previous ones had no characteristics, and may correspond to the world. Such "white board" prayers were absorbed by the "world", which was conducive to stabilizing the turbulence in the space. Once the space is stable, the things inside can be taken out, such as the Red Bull this time.
In more than a month, winter will occur. After heavy snow covers the mountain, wandering souls will appear. This is a good time to obtain a prayer. If you can stabilize the space, you can regain your body and at least take out some things that are not available in this world. If you have a computer, you can play games. I really think about it! But how to solve the power supply problem?
With a "ding" sound, the pickaxe hit something hard. Yan Rui put his attention back to the work at hand and soon dug a dark yellow amber stone from the wall. This amber is about the size of a volleyball, heavy in his hand, and radiates heat. In the translucent interior of the amber, a golden scroll was sealed.
"Mine, this is mine! It turns out that it was not lost!"
The Forbidden Road Demon shouted excitedly. Yan Rui searched for the devil's memory and understood what was in his hand: amber is a condensed soul, and the golden scroll inside is the devil's contract. These are indeed the collection of the Forbidden Road Demon's past and the result of tens of thousands of years of hard work.
"Since it's not lost, I will inherit it." Is robbing the devil still a crime? Besides, Yan Rui is now the identity of the devil of contract, and naturally his own thing. He summoned the soul dagger without hesitation and then pierced the amber stone. The warm feeling entered the palm of his hand, and the golden scroll was the same.
The fork-road demon's eyes were filled with loss and even a hint of resentment.
"The contract with Marquis de Boggymana..." Yan Rui unfolded the golden scroll and read it carefully.
The devil's scroll was written in hell's words, and Yan Rui had learned through the memory of the fork-way demon, just as he learned the language of the Principality of Aria. In this complex contract, the Marquis of Bogemana demanded eternal charm, and the price was to lose everything obtained by the extra charm when death came, but never included his own soul.
The woman made a wish with the idea of ​​"Even if the flood is over after I die, it is better to be over." The fork-road demon listened to this wish with the image of a human being and promised to fulfill it for her. Did the Marquis of Bourgemana know at that time that the person in front of her was actually a devil? It should be known, otherwise how could the clause "never include his soul" be added?
"Can you avoid being taken away from the soul?" Although Yan Rui knew that the possibility was not great, he still asked.
The fork demon put away his jealousy, changed his face in an instant, and smiled proudly: "How is this possible? What she obtained through charm, including the status and wealth of the Marquis, the happiness and satisfaction she enjoyed for it, especially the children and grandchildren that the marriage brought to her, and the good deeds she did with money and status - according to the contract, these will be taken back in an orderly manner."
"She thought that donations and good deeds could be exchanged for the protection of angels, but the world did not work like this. The orphanage she sponsored would go bankrupt, and the children would return to the streets, some of whom became thieves, robbers and assassins, indirectly serving the devil. Her clothing factory would ignite a raging fire, a small town would return to extreme poverty, and the devil was best at using poverty to manipulate people's hearts. In the end, the Marquis would find that what she had lost was life. Her soul became hollow, boring, full of hypocrisy and self-deception. She could not go to heaven and would inevitably fall to hell. However, such a fall was not robbed by the devil, but she had decided her own destiny."
Yan Rui held the contract scroll and slowly read it again. This time, the knowledge and skills that belonged to the contract demon became his knowledge and skills under the guidance of these terrible words. The structure and traps in the contract, the norms and effectiveness of the terms, and the secrets in it have been unlocked for him.
Now, with just one turn, Yan Rui can also create a devil's contract.
"This kind of power is really terrible." Yan Rui closed the scroll and said to the fork-way demon: "We have said before that this power should be used less to prevent me from becoming a devil completely, right?"
"You still remember this, it's great."
"I will take this contract, and you will forget about the Marquis de Bourkemana." Yan Rui thought and the contract scroll was sucked into his soul body. "Ha, I found that I have actually learned a lot of things, as long as I have the opportunity to excavate it. Oh, right, there are the souls in the wall. I also saw at least thirteen glowing amber stones."
He picked up the pickaxe again and was about to continue digging the wall. Feige Hall, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly said: "Don't be excited, look at which wall the amber stone is on?"
"Everyone is on the wall opposite the throne..." Yan Rui suddenly understood: "The wall on the right is the soul crystal, the skin leading to the human world; the left is the water cube, which is where I came; then is hell on the opposite side?"
At present, this Throne Hall is still a completely closed environment, but outside is the seventh floor of Hell. This floor is called Maradomini, and it is dotted with ruins and abandoned cities. Under the blood-black sky, the prayers and the devils are working to mine, carve and build new cities for the higher devil lords. Mines, slag piles, and salt-containing canals cover this place like wounds.
The devils are busy building new cities that are destined to be destroyed. They may not care about what is buried under the ruins, but if they see a newly dug hole, they will still arouse alertness and curiosity. The territory of the fork-way demon cannot be lost, but once discovered by other devils, it will inevitably be the result of occupation and loss. Therefore, walls cannot be dug randomly, especially at the right time. Yan Rui must find ways to improve his abilities in order to protect his territory.
He put down his pickaxe and sat back on the throne. "Since there is soul amber in the wall, I won't worry anymore. If I die, it will be time to poach the wall. If the fork demon uses his soul to strengthen me, what can the current stock do?"
The fork-way demon looked entangled with a wealthy mistress, obviously not wanting to consume "his" soul. However, he could not resist Yan Rui on the throne, so he had to honestly explain: "It's enough to shape you a little devil's body so that you can taste the drink."
"No, the current soul body can also be used. I don't want to waste my soul for drinking drinks. Body... I just want to exchange it for myself." Yan Rui pointed to his head and said, "I want knowledge and learning ability more. These can arm my mind and help protect this territory. In this regard, what can hell give me?"
"The contract demon is a particularly smart devil, and his intelligence can rank among the top three among the devils of hell. Of course, this does not include the Demon of the Demon of the Demon of the Devil in Devil's various levels." The man in the mirror revealed the legacy of the Demon: "You can easily improve your thinking ability, and then go through my memory to increase your knowledge about the Devil. This should only consume very little soul power."
"Thinking ability? This is very good. Since I already have the contract ability of the contract demon, I should also be able to obtain corresponding intelligence. After all, it's better to be smarter, right?" Yan Rui continued: "The remaining souls, strengthen my spell abilities. After all, I still have to change my body. Only the power related to the spirit is my own. What is the term? Spell affinity or elemental affinity? Anyway, it makes it easier for me to use spells."
"We devils cannot give spells, they can only increase your sensitivity to spells - this will help you." The fork-way demon said gritting his teeth: "You can't spend all your souls, you have to leave some to maintain this territory! Otherwise, I would rather you absorb me completely and not let me see this waste!"
Chapter completed!