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As soon as the words came out, my own mind was still blank. However, I have already said everything I wanted to say.

"You help me kill a spirit, and I'll let you go." I said, and a little bit of the power in my body leaked out.

Just that little bit made the demon in front of him reveal its ferocious face.

The surrounding environment also changes.

I knew the tree had withered to ash, and beneath my feet the earth cracked and glowed with red lava.

The sky was also reflected in red.

The man who came in with the devil fell directly into the cracks in the ground and disappeared without even making a scream.

The demon's face showed a more ferocious and cruel expression, and the red eyes staring at me were filled with murderous intent.

But it didn't struggle.

"Understand?" I asked.

I believe the devil has sensed my power.

There were many little monsters coming out of the cracks in the ground, squeaking, and staring at me.

A lightbulb flashed through my mind, and I suddenly understood. These little monsters are the souls harvested by demons. They are tortured, trapped in the tree, and their consciousness is gradually worn away, and they will eventually become these little monsters that once tortured their souls. In addition to torturing people's souls, these little monsters are also the elements that make up this hell.

No wonder I lost my consciousness when I possessed Zhao Qiang.

Souls harvested by demons can no longer be regarded as ordinary souls.

My thoughts stopped here again.

The time point I traveled through was before Zhao Qiang met the devil. As soon as this dream began, I lost my clear sense of self.

Can the power of demons still affect the past?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this situation can be accepted.

The spirit of the devil is really too special.

The moment I caught it, I was sure it had substance. It's not like the spirit in the game that had an original carrier due to a combination of circumstances; nor is it like the spirit that appeared on a rainy night and took up residence in Chen Xiaoqiu's body. The demonic entity is itself.

"If I kill you, a new demon may appear. But the new demon that appears will not be you." I said again.

If this spirit, like other spirits, was born and existed according to human consciousness, it would be as cunning and selfish as the devil in people's minds. It will not be willing to die, let alone have a good impression of the new demon that replaces it.

The raised veins on the demon's skin calmed down.

It gave me an evil smile, raised its free hand, and the notebook with the list appeared in it. He held the open notebook between three fingers, and held the quill between his index and middle fingers.

"Sign your name and we'll make a deal." The devil said, his tone cold and a little impatient.

It really can kill spirits!

I breathed a sigh of relief, then hesitated again when I saw a row of signatures on the book.

I still remember how the devil fooled Zhao Qiang.

There are no guarantees in a deal with the devil. It is full of lies, has no regard for fair dealings, and has no business reputation to speak of.

I can't even determine its criteria for selecting souls and harvesting souls.

Maybe there are no standards at all.

The so-called transaction is just a formal process, and all it requires is a signature.

This is not comparable to the demons of Kaziana. At least the Kazana demon Aoba met was reasonable, able to communicate, and seemed to be working as a businessman in the human world with peace of mind.

The devil sneered, as if laughing at my overestimation.

I realized that at this point I was at an impasse with the devil.

I have no way to restrain the devil, and there is no way the devil can gain my trust.

I can indeed kill it directly now, but after that, I have to find a way to deal with the spirit of the shared bicycle.

I couldn't give up this opportunity easily.

Gotta find a way...

"Look, none of us can do anything to the other. If you believe me, I will help you get rid of the spirit you want to get rid of without such an agreement. This is just a piece of cake for me. But my power does not appear out of thin air. According to your human impression, my power comes from the human soul. I don’t need your soul. How about it being our supplementary clause? Only demons would make such a deal with human monarchs. The ancient demons have been killed by human exorcists, and human monarchs no longer exist. As a demon born later, I cannot fulfill the great wishes of those human monarchs. What you want me to do, I can do it easily. I don’t need you to give me thousands of souls like a human monarch. How about just three souls?” A special treatment, and a bit of a sign of weakness.

I don't think this is a good deal. It's impossible for me to give him a soul.

"I know people like you will always die at the hands of things like us. You won't give me other people's souls, but what about your own? You will die anyway. I won't kill you. I know you can Kill me. Before you die, I will not appear in front of you again. When you are killed by something, I will come to meet your soul. With an offer, I will avenge you and kill you. It's yours. Is this okay?" The devil changed another condition.

This time it sounded like a very reasonable and considerate proposal.

But I have no trust in the devil at all.

Only if you can trust it is there a ghost.

The consensus of most people will not change that quickly. People's impression of a thing can be said to be deeply ingrained and unlikely to change in their lifetime.

Even now that the second dimension is prevalent and effeminate and cute demons are everywhere, demons will not turn into silly and sweet people.

It is still the cunning, evil and powerful creature that people have in their minds.

I thought about this and changed my mind.

Kill it, and I'll come find this guy again at another time.

Since the devil has a physical body, all I can obliterate is its corpse.

I want to wipe out the demons in 2023, but the demons of 2022 and 2013 still exist.

I remember how many souls it harvested. There are so many opportunities for me to encounter it in my dreams.

The only thing that needs to be confirmed is the current time.

The man who followed the devil in just now was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, his hair was shaved short on both sides, and the hair on the top of his head was pulled high, making it bulge. His clothing was no different from the people I saw on weekdays. No period-specific clothing was worn. And in that quick glance, I saw the square object and the exposed corner in his pants pocket. That's a smartphone, or a big-screen smartphone.

It should be after 2010 now, maybe even after 2015.

The devil's business has been going on for many years.

That class of students and their parents alone gave me dozens or hundreds of opportunities to come into contact with demons in my dreams.

After thinking about this, I decided to take action.

Now teach the devil a lesson and wait for the next dream to discuss the deal with him.

I looked up at the demon.

There was a look of panic on the face, which had human facial features but had no resemblance to humans at all.

The arm I was holding began to struggle.