It's better not to draw the last lot.
It's just a trick.
After a big fight, I got this.
The man suddenly gloated and laughed: "This is what you grabbed, but at least you don't have to dig out one eye."
The driver, who was mostly sober, counterattacked viciously: "At least I still have Zhang Fuyuan.
Even if I chop him into pieces, I can still make a lot of money.
You should think about your son, whether to keep his head or his body."
The bartender smiled and picked up the other papers that the driver placed on the bar table, and raised his eyebrows: "It's such a pity.
Originally, we only had to cut off the limbs and then restore them.
But now we have to add the last signature, you Very bad luck” The flesh grows on the body, so whether it is cut or dug, it will not be comfortable.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and everyone looked at the bartender.
"It's time to end."
The bartender asked the woman with a smile: "Have you made your choice?
Your son is not an adult, so you can make the decision for him."
This is how people choose.
The woman hugged her son's head tightly, crying and pleading: "Let him go, or I will take his place."
"What a great mother's love."
The bartender sneered, and there seemed to be no admiration in his tone: "I have already said that you will bear the consequences of the lot you draw, and you cannot add to each other.
What's more, what do you have?
What you can exchange with me is that you draw a draw, and your husband needs to cut off a finger."
"Ignore this lunatic, let's go."
The man grabbed the child and the woman and was about to leave.
"Looks like he wants to default on the bill."
The bartender still maintained his false and exaggerated elegance, and his smile became more and more ferocious.
"No, no."
But the child stayed there, sitting on the ground and refused to go.
"What are you doing here, you idiot?
Let's go!"
the man yelled at the child angrily, but he didn't notice that the bartender behind him was quietly changing.
"I really don't know who is the fool."
The bartender smiled contemptuously.
His wrinkled skin, which was originally Caucasian, gradually darkened and turned black.
The bartender's clothes split open, and a dark body seemed to emerge from the skin.
Squeeze out; the originally average and slightly short height continues to increase as if inflated. . .
The woman couldn't help but feel something was wrong.
She turned around and was stunned.
"Come on, why don't you leave?"
The man turned around and was stunned when he saw the scene behind him.
A creature that was completely black, had huge bat wings on its back, and a long tail at the end of its spine.
It was so tall that ordinary people had to look up, and it had never been seen before.
It was standing behind the bar.
"It's the devil, I just saw his tail."
The boy collapsed on the ground and screamed in horror.
It really looks exactly like the devil described in European books, with bat wings and a long arrow-like tail at the top.
He is completely black except for holding a three-pronged steel fork in his hand.
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"Devil, devil, Satan... whatever."
The only thing that remained unchanged on the devil's face was the ferocious smile with false politeness, and this smile became more and more ferocious against the backdrop of the four white fangs on his left and right.
With his originally dark brown eyes that turned into blood red, he looked at the fooled humans in front of him with contempt: "But I prefer my original name, Satan Mammon."
What is mammon?
For the Orientals who are only familiar with bull-headed and horse-faced things, they have no idea where this ghost comes from or what it does.
But Satan heard it very clearly The woman fell to the ground and murmured unconsciously: "Satan, devil..."
It turned out that they had been drawing lots in front of the devil, and they were having so much fun, like crazy.
"Well, good boy.
You are smart and didn't leave.
If you dare to escape from my mammon debt, as soon as your feet leave the carpet, you will immediately fall into purgatory and burn to death.
Later, when I stand in front of your head, I will let you feel It’s not painful.”
Satan Mamen slowly spread his dark arms, and the bar with red lights disappeared, and the various broken bodies and limbs he saw just now were floating and spinning around again.
And in the center appeared a black throne inlaid with various gems.
Mammon shook her wings, elegantly pulled up her tail like pulling up the tail of a tuxedo, and sat on it comfortably.
He was as black as a black bat in the night, and only an outline and a pair of blood-red eyes could be seen.
"Everything is the result of your own choices, and you should bear it yourself."
After Mammon sat down, she also raised a leg that bent forward, like an animal's hoof, and put it on the handle of the throne.
He turned his head, with black nails as sharp as wild beasts, and lightly scratched the boy who was lying on the ground.
"Ah" amidst the woman's extremely frightened scream, the boy's head rolled off his body, and after the body shook, he fell on his back with a "pop" and remained motionless.
There was not a drop of blood at the fracture, it was as if it had been cut with a laser.
"Son," the man hugged the child's head with eyes closed, and howled loudly: "You shouldn't draw any lot, you shouldn't..."
"Hurry up and choose, your body or your head?"
Mammon looked at everything in front of her with a grin, as if watching a good show.
The man suddenly remembered something, stopped crying, and stared with blood-red eyes: "I have heard that if you sell your soul to the devil, your wish can come true.
I will sell my soul to you, as long as you let me go." son" "This is really a good idea."
Mamen's pointed nails gently scratched her chin, which was as protruding as a witch, as if she was moved.
"Take my soul and give me back my son."
The man knelt down with a bang, like a person who had made a mistake and begged for mercy.
He was pitiful and ridiculous.
With the wounds from the fight just now, he pointed at himself with both hands.
Eager expectation: "Take my soul..."
Mammon shook her head, and spoke as casually as before, with one leg crossed, and her huge body without clothes spread out in an ungrateful manner.
If it wasn't so dark, nothing could be seen clearly: "Tsk tsk, it seems you really don't know who I am.
I don't need a human soul, but for the sake of asking me, I suggest you still ask for a head.
On the one hand It is more convenient to carry, and on the other hand, you can keep it in front of you for a chat, and then press it on your body when you have a chance.
I hope the Satan behind you will want it."
The man turned his head and looked at the woman crying bitterly on the child's headless body.
It was obvious that her opinion could not be solicited.
His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Finally, he nodded painfully.
"Yeah" Mammon nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the head in the man's arms and said something that no one could understand, which was similar to a spell.
The finger pointed at the headless torso lying on the carpet: "The child's body is the purest, and it should be conspicuous and beautiful when placed here."
The underage body slowly floated up, the clothes on it turned into ashes, and then merged into the various incomplete bodies suspended around it, and slowly rotated, dotted with darkness
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