Cthulhu Believers Sneak Into My House, and The San Value Goes Crazy

"Boss, make a price."

After Behemoth said this, he regretted it a little.

because……

Self-esteem is very high, but He has no money at all.

In His eyes, the currency that humans use to trade is as meaningless as the stones on the roadside.

Eat when you are hungry.

Go straight after eating.

If someone dares to stop it, just kill it directly.

This is His attitude towards mankind.

So much so that Behemoth didn't carry even a penny of currency at all.

Moreover, can this picture scroll that imprisoned his soul really be measured by money?

The corners of Beihemos' mouth moved slightly, and then he looked at Chen Feng:

"..."

"I have no money."

Chen Feng didn't blame the other party.

After all, He is used to receiving some strange guests.

As for this picture...

Because there are no facial features, it has been placed here for a long time.

From an artistic point of view, it has no value at all.

The only place that can sell money, perhaps only the paper itself.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng began to scroll the picture in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Behemoth's whole heart tightened.

In a trance.

His surroundings were no longer white, but pure darkness.

There is no sound here, no light.

03 Time is in a static state, like a confinement, which is simply unbearable!

no doubt……

Once the other party ends the transaction, Behemoth will most likely be imprisoned in the picture scroll forever.

"Why am I here? 99

"Damn me!

Behemoth was bewildered.

But just when He was desperate, the young boss spoke again:

"It's okay to have no money."

"Just exchange it for an item of equal value. 99

"Do you have anything you don't need?

"We can change. 35

Chen Feng's eyes are very sincere.

But Behemoth couldn't help frowning.

"The equivalent item..."

The thing imprisoned in the picture scroll at this moment is the soul of a true god.

In this world, is there anything comparable to the soul of a true god?

Have it……

Thinking of this, Behemoth suddenly looked out the window as if he had thought of something.

His gaze pierced through glass, countless walls, and crowds.

I saw a figure who was still eating.

Behemoth understood.

There are items that can be compared to the soul of a true god.

That is the soul of another divine mansion.

At this moment, Behemoth has such a choice by his side.

That is his companion.

As a hunter, no matter how much Behemoth hated his fellow demons, he couldn't take action against each other.

Because this involves higher level commands.

There are also strengths and weaknesses in the Divine Palace.

In the eyes of ordinary creatures, Behemoth is terrifying.

But in the realm of the gods, he still belongs to the more powerful god mansion.

Once he betrayed his companions, he would not be able to return, because once he returned, what awaited him would be a punishment worse than death.

Behemoth's eyes were wide open, and even his breathing became disordered.

On one side is the commander.

On one side is yourself.

He needs to make the right choice.

""

Behemoth raised his head and saw that the other party was still looking at him.

He suddenly realized.

Does He have a choice?

From the beginning, the other party has seen everything.

I and my companion thought it was a perfect infiltration, and in the eyes of the other party, maybe it was two idiots who visited with great fanfare.

He knows everything.

Therefore, the choice at the moment is given.

Either the soul is imprisoned in the picture scroll for eternity.

Or hunt the souls of companions in exchange for their own freedom.

The other party is fair.

At the very least, give yourself the chance to choose.

Behemoth lowered his head, this process did not last long.

A few seconds later, Behemoth looked up again, different from the indifferent face before, after the heavy blows, it was obvious to the naked eye that he was much older.

The voice is even more hoarse, like a traveler who has been lost in the desert and has not had water for two days:

"You wait for me for a while."

"I'll get it now."

Chen Feng nodded:

"Not in a hurry.

"I only close the door at night.

"You have enough time to get the equivalent item.

"Is it night?"

It is noon now.

It was less than six hours before night fell.

In such a limited time, hunting a god and taking away the soul of the other party is simply difficult to reach the sky.

But Behemoth was not qualified to refuse, nor was he qualified to bargain.

The other party has been merciful and gave him an opportunity to find his soul.

If you still dare to refuse at this moment, I am afraid that you will not even be able to get out of this door.

Behemoth nodded, like a walking corpse whose bones were broken, he slowly opened the door and walked out.

six hours.

He never felt that time was so short.

Darkness dissipated.

The sun shines on Behemoth's face again.

But He couldn't feel any warmth at all, instead, an unprecedented sense of coldness gathered in every corner of his body.

And then……

He saw the rotten man lying on the ground and eating dog food.

If it was before, Behemoth would laugh at each other for the sake of staying alive, with a vile attitude.

But now, after experiencing that invisible fear, Behemoth has long since ceased to ridicule, and some just felt the same way.

Fallen Corruption seemed to sense something and slowly raised his head.

He is very indifferent.

Some residue even got on the corners of his mouth.

The bulging mouth seems to be muttering something, even if it is vague, Behemoth can know that it is definitely not a good word.

Behemoth knew that he didn't want to humiliate himself, and the best thing to do at this moment was to stay away from this place.

But the doubts in his heart made his footsteps like rhizomes, rooted in the ground, unable to move an inch at all.

In the end, impulse triumphed over reason.

Behemoth looked at the corruption and asked:

433 "Who is he?

【Tsundere again!】

【waste!】

This time, before the corruption could speak, two peculiar voices reached Behemoth's ears.

In the body of the watch dog in front of him, it seems that the rest of the will is parasitized.

If it was before, the aloof Behemoth would instantly teach the other person to be a man...

wrong!

is to be a dog.

But now, after experiencing all kinds of changes, Behemoth's state of mind has long since been smoothed out. He just took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to anger.

Compared with the noisy will, the corrupt is relatively calm. He looked at Behemoth and said slowly:

"Supreme God.

Just three words, like a mountain of ten million tons, completely pressed down from Behemoth's head.

so that...

He, who has been strong all the time, seems to have a broken back, and the whole person looks hunched a lot.

"..."

"Is it the same as I guessed?

Behemoth seemed to have guessed this long ago, but he couldn't convince himself at all.

And the depraved explanation completely shattered his fantasy.

Thinking of this, Behemoth nodded, then stepped forward and walked towards the kebab shop he passed by before.

He has no way out.

Killing his companions and acquiring souls is his only choice!

At this moment, He wants to fulfill his mission to come here.

only……

The target of the hunt, however, has been converted from another target to his own demon companion!.