Li Fan's heart tightened as he was stared at by these dry eyes.

Then I saw these heads starting to shout:

"The devil is the devil in hell!"

"Is this really hell!? I fell into hell!?"

"Is there really a hell? My body, where is my body?"

"Oh God... no, Satan! Dear Messenger of Hell, what is the situation now?"

"No, this is a dream, this is just a nightmare!"

"I should go to heaven, I shouldn't go to hell!"

The heads in the box screamed crazily. Although they all spoke different languages, Li Fan understood what they meant.

The communication in the prison is more of a transmission of consciousness.

Taking a deep breath, he ignored the heads in the suitcase and opened all the suitcases.

really.

All heads have woken up.

More than a hundred heads were lying in large and small suitcases. Except for those whose mouths and eyes were sewn shut, all of them had their eyes opened at this time and had their own consciousness!

This should be a feature of the prison, which can revive these heads that have retained their spiritual power!

Li Fan looked at everything in front of him and touched his chin.

interesting.

These are all treasures...

Those who can be headhunted by collectors are basically those with high authority or powerful combat power in the underground world of the dark world.

They know a lot of secrets.

Although I can't use it now, it sounds like a good way to relieve boredom.

Just a bit noisy.

"Shh..."

Li Fan raised a finger in front of his lips with a scary clown smile, and made a silent gesture.

After the initial shock and madness, these heads quickly accepted the reality. After all, they were ruthless characters in life. At this time, they immediately obeyed the orders of the "devil" in front of them and shut their mouths one after another.

Li Fan dragged each suitcase to the bookshelf, took them out one by one, and placed them on the bookshelf one by one.

Fortunately, the bookshelf in this study room is big enough. Even though there are more than a hundred heads, it can still be opened.

After all the heads were placed, Li Fan sat behind the desk and looked at the heads, silently.

Now he is not afraid at all.

The psychological construction has been done.

For him, the heads of dead people may be more terrifying. Now that these heads have gained consciousness again and have no other abilities at all, he has gained complete initiative.

This is his home court.

After being stared at for a moment by the chilling pale ghost in front of him, a head with a mustache finally couldn't help it anymore and said:

"This... sir, I am... Carlson from the Life Science Foundation. What exactly is this place? Is it hell? Are you an evil... no, a fallen angel?"

Li Fan still didn't say a word, but continued to look at the heads expressionlessly, with no emotion in his huge inverted triangular eyes.

Instead, a fat man's head next to Carlson said:

"Carlson? Is it the life magician Carlson? You are also dead!? I am Alexander Basil from the Xunshan Monastery. We even had dinner together!"

Carlson tried hard to turn his head, but found that he had no neck, so he could only try his best to turn his eyes to the side and said:

"Mr. Basir? Weren't you killed by the Collector? I even attended your funeral!"

Basir said quickly:

"Thank you, thank you. It's a pity that I can't shake hands with you now. I wonder if my wife Ellie is hurt? Alas, my poor Ellie..."

Carlson hesitated and said:

"Well... please don't worry. I saw a handsome young man accompanying your wife at the funeral. It is said that he was Ellie's fitness coach... Unfortunately, not long after attending your funeral, I was targeted by the collector.

Yes, just because of two metric tons of drugs! God, I promise, it’s just two metric tons! Of course, this is just an excuse for him to kill me. The real reason is the conflict of interest between the Life Science Foundation and the Cleaning Association.”

Basir's face turned pale green, and he was about to say something else when he heard another head next to him say:

"What a coincidence, I was also killed by the collector. I am the organ hunter Eamon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other heads next to him immediately seemed to have discovered a new world and began to shout one after another:

"I was also killed by the Collector!"

"I, Kazuya Yamada, died at the hands of a collector!"

"The last thing I saw before I died was the Collector appearing in front of me."

"Yes, I heard his footsteps at that time!"

"Damn collector, I wish I could cut him into pieces!"

"What the hell is this place? Is this really hell?"

"..."

As the heads were talking to each other, they suddenly discovered that they all had one thing in common, that is, they all died at the hands of the Collector.

Although some of them did not see the enemy at all before they died, many people around them inferred from the situation he described that it was the Collector who took action.

Seeing that these heads had almost finished chatting with each other, and their emotions had reached their peak, Li Fan finally spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, you have fallen into hell."

As soon as this statement came out, many heads immediately showed "Sure enough" eyes.

Some are scared, some are unbelievable, and some are relieved.

"This is the ninth level of hell, the hell of death. Sinners killed by the same person will fall into the same prison, and you will also gather here. As for me, I am the devil guarding you."

Li Fan's voice was hoarse and his appearance was ghostly. Coupled with the scene he was in now, everything seemed like a dream.

Even if these heads were big bosses in life, they can't help but not believe it now.

Everything in front of me is exactly like the legendary hell.

And this ghost is simply a demon created by making the most of the uncanny valley effect.

There was another commotion among the heads, and some familiar heads even began to communicate quickly.

Only this time, in just a few minutes, they had already prepared themselves mentally and calmed down completely. Even Li Fan was a little surprised.

They even elected Alexander Basil of the Sion Monastery as their representative and asked Li Fan:

"Dear... Mr. Demon, can we leave hell? What conditions are required? If we leave, will we be reincarnated or can we enter heaven?"

"Leave?" Li Fan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course you can, but you will need to atone for your sins. As for the method of atonement... I haven't thought of it yet."

Hearing the demon in front of them say that they could leave, these heads immediately became excited, and something called hope was born in their eyes.

They all said:

"I...I know that I have committed a heinous crime, but I want to atone for it!"

"Please let me atone for my sins! I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do!"

"I will definitely atone for my sins and make meritorious deeds!"

"Humph, atonement? I have no sin! What I did is the truth! Isn't it hell? This is where I belong!"

A discordant voice suddenly came out, and all the heads looked at it sideways.

Li Fan walked over expressionlessly and found the head that spoke.

That is the head of Yamamoto Matsu from the Black Dragon Club.

Someone is really out of his mind.

He picked up the shriveled head and threw it into a suitcase. Then he covered it tightly, walked to the door, and threw it into the darkness outside.

Li Fan then asked:

"Are you still dissatisfied?"

All the heads immediately rolled their eyes and shook their heads.

Being thrown into a suitcase and imprisoned in a dark hell, being kept in a state of indifference every day, literally buried alive, just thinking about that scene makes one shudder.

"Very good." Li Fan nodded, picked up a head with its eyes and mouth sealed, blew out the candle, walked out of the study, and closed the door.

I walked through the cells one after another in the prison, and soon arrived near the eight cells.

Li Fan said in the head's ear:
To be continued...