Above the gray fog

There was no resistance at all, and the lid on the magic box was easily opened.

As the lid opened slightly, a subtle airflow seemed to be released from the magic box. It gently brushed Lin Shan's face, like a wisp of floral fragrance in the summer breeze, making people feel relaxed.

Lin Shan's eyes gradually focused on the abyss-like darkness in the magic box.

But in this darkness, a faint light began to shine, like the first star in the distant starry sky. Gradually, the light began to expand and become more and more brilliant.

Lin Shan held his breath, and he felt that his heartbeat became clearly audible at this moment.

The light spread and gradually formed a ball of light, which was suspended above the magic box and slowly rotating.

Suddenly, the light ball emitted a brighter light. It was like a warm palm, gently touching Lin Shan's consciousness.

Lin Shan saw a little blood-red figure in the ball of light gently touching his face.

This little man has a pair of wings behind him and two horns on his head.

The ball of light gradually shrank, and finally turned into a small point of light, floating deep into Lin Shan's heart.

When the light spot disappeared, the magic box slowly closed and returned to its original calm and mystery.

Lin Shan was silent for a long time.

My consciousness constantly probed the body, especially the heart, but found no abnormalities.

"You opened the box of disaster. There is a familiar smell on you." The voice seemed to come from the bottom of an ancient and deep well. It was low and hoarse, with a strange melody that seemed to be vibrating in the air. For a long time, every note seemed to carry a sense of temptation and danger.

Lin Shan's eyes passed through the dim light in the room and fixed on the creature that suddenly appeared.

This image can easily remind Lin Shan of the devil in Western mythology.

The creature is small in size.

The little devil is only one foot tall. His skin is a deep red color. His wings are covered with a layer of tiny scales, shimmering with a subtle metallic luster. Every time he flaps, he stirs up a breeze and brings a stream of sulfur-mixed heat. .

Its tail is long and flexible, and the scales on it echo the wings. The tip is raised from time to time, which seems to show its activeness.

There are two disproportionately large horns on its head. They are twisted and sharp, like two tentacles extending from the depths of hell. Its eyes are narrow and bright, shining with green fire, which is a bottomless feeling. The evil and cunning light makes people feel uneasy at a glance.

The trident in its hand is longer than its body and is engraved with ancient runes. The tip of the scepter emits a faint red light, as if it can guide or control some mysterious power.

"Devil?" Lin Shan stared at it.

"Call me whatever you want, you just need to know that I can fulfill any of your wishes." The little devil replied carelessly.

"No price?" Lin Shan asked.

"There is no price, but when I grant you a wish, you also need to grant mine a wish. The difficulty difference between the two wishes is not too big." The little devil inserted the trident in front of him and said with his hands on his hips.

"exchange?"

"That's right."

"Can you let me return to the gray mist universe?"

"Okay, but after that, you need to fulfill one of my equally difficult wishes."

Lin Shan nodded slightly. If this was the case, the danger was not very great and was completely within control.

However, Lin Shan was still a little uneasy when he saw the bottomless evil and cunning in the little devil's eyes.

He understands that human desires have no limits.

What will be the consequences if the little devil's wish cannot come true?

"What did you mean by the familiar smell just now?" Lin Shan asked again.

"You want to know? You can make a wish." The little devil faced Lin Shan with his hands behind his back and his tail swinging from side to side like a pendulum clock.

Lin Shan stared at it, "I made a wish to become the oldest god, can you make it come true?"

"No, this is beyond my limit, but I can make your life level immediately advance to Sequence 1. Do you want to make this wish?" The little devil turned his head and looked at Lin Shan expectantly.

"No need, I already know how to go next." Lin Shan shook his head.

"You mean...using 'black' to continuously devour other creatures?" The little devil rolled on the ground and made an extremely harsh laugh. "With your current strength, wandering around in the void will only lead to death." If there is no scum left, do you know how many creatures you need to swallow to be promoted? That is an impossible number for you to accomplish."

Lin Shan ignored it and lay down on the chopping board to 'sleep', not responding no matter how noisy the little devil was.

Finally, in the ninth month, the store welcomed its fifth customer. This time the customer was the same as the girl the first time, wearing a humanoid skin. This time it was a young man.

He didn't have much communication with Lin Shan. After choosing the urn, he gave the money and left.

"Do you want to know what these jars are? Do you want to know their function? Do you want to know the origin of the creature just now? I can tell you all these, come and ask me." Lin Shan was lying on the chopping board, with the little devil beside him It hovered left and right in his ears, constantly inducing him to make a wish.

Lin Shan closed his eyes tightly. He tried to shut the little devil into a magic box, but even the meat cleaver could not touch the little devil. It was as if it did not exist. The only way to stay away from the little devil was Throw away the magic box, but this thing was purchased with his memory, so naturally it cannot be thrown away casually.

So now I can only pretend that I didn't see the little devil. When it gets tired of playing, it will be quiet for a while.

At the tenth month, there was a sound outside the door.

It was the sound of the chain being dragged, "Gela La...Gela La...", the sound echoed outside the door, from far to near.

Lin Shan opened his eyes, thinking it was a new customer.

The one who pushed open the door was a burly man.

It was the owner of this ash store, the man called the butcher.

His hands were tightly holding a thick iron chain, which dragged heavily on the ground, making a dull and continuous "creaking" sound, interweaving with the footsteps into a gloomy movement.

The butcher's physique blocked the door like a wall, his face was carved by years and wind and frost, his eyes were firm and indifferent, the lights in the room seemed particularly dim, and could only barely illuminate the scene behind the butcher-three lifeless corpses, like props in an absurd drama, strung together by iron chains, and dragged into the house one by one with his steps.

After the butcher entered the house, the air began to be filled with a pungent smell of blood and an indescribable damp and moldy smell. They bounced repeatedly between the wood and walls in the house, and finally settled in every corner.

The butcher glanced at Lin Shan, took off the bone cutting knife from his waist and walked to the grindstone.

The knife light flashed, and the bone cutting knife was pulled back and forth on the grindstone. The "sizzling" sound of sharpening the knife was endless. The cold light on the blade jumped in the house, reflecting the butcher's calm and focused face.

After sharpening the knife, he began to deal with the body.

First, scrape the flesh of the body bit by bit on the chopping board at the back, and the "swishing" sound was regular and rhythmic.

Then pick up the skeleton whose muscles have been removed, move it to the chopping board in front, and begin to carefully make it into ashes.

There was no conversation in the house, only the "swishing" sound of the butcher's blade meeting the bones.

After Lin Shan put three new urns of ashes on the shelf, he found that the butcher had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly.

During this period, the little devil never appeared again.

One day a year later, the door of the store was knocked open by something.

A bloody figure rolled on the ground for several circles.

Although the man's face was bloody, Lin Shan could still recognize that this person was Rubin.

What happened to him? Why was he so embarrassed?

Just when Lin Shan was confused, another familiar figure walked in.

It was Delia.