Believers of evil gods sneaked into my house, and san value went crazy

"I will be absorbed in it in an instant, and I will live forever."

This kind of punishment, in a sense, is simply more terrifying than death.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at the sluggish Behemoth, Chen Feng asked.

"No...it's fine!"

2.2 Behemoth is clear that all this is the opponent's game for him.

Where in this world is there such a coincidence?

This picture scroll happened to appear on the shelf.

And he focused his attention on the picture scroll.

The boss opened it very cooperatively and exposed it in front of him.

"Introduce others?"

Behemoth thought of what the other party said before, and shook his head suddenly.

"Do not."

Behemoth categorically rejected Chen Feng's suggestion.

His neck is like a stuck gear, and it takes a long time for each revolution to turn.

But Behemos knew that now was not the time to be timid.

Taking a deep breath, Behemoth said:

"Boss, please make an offer."

"I want this painting.".

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"Boss, please make an offer."

Behemoth felt a little regretful after saying this.

because……

He thinks very highly of himself, but he has no money at all.

In His eyes, the currency that human beings use to trade is like the stones on the roadside, meaningless at all.

Eat when you are hungry.

Go straight after eating.

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

This is His attitude toward human beings.

As a result, Behemoth didn't carry even a cent of currency with him.

Moreover, can this picture scroll that imprisoned one's soul really be measured by money?

The corner of Beihe Moss's mouth moved slightly resentfully, then he looked at Chen Feng:

"I……"

"I have no money."

Chen Feng did not blame the other party.

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

As for this scroll...

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 where money can be sold may be the paper itself.

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

Seeing this scene, Behemoth's whole heart tightened.

In a trance.

His surroundings were no longer white, but pure darkness.

Here there is no sound, no light.

27 Time is at a standstill, like confinement, which is simply unbearable!

no doubt……

Once the other party ends the transaction, it is very likely that Behemoth will be imprisoned in the scroll forever.

"Why am I here?"

"Damn me!"

Behemoth was distraught.

But when he was desperate for a while, the young boss spoke again:

"It's okay without money."

"Just exchange it with an item of equal value."

"Is there anything you don't need?"

"We can switch."

Chen Feng's eyes were very sincere.

But Behemoth couldn't help frowning.

"Equivalent items..."

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 seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked out the window.

His gaze penetrated glass, countless walls, and crowds.

I saw a figure who was still eating.

Behemoth understood.

Items comparable to the soul of a true god can be had.

That is the soul of another divine mansion.

And at this moment, there was such a choice beside Behemoth.

That is his companion.

As a hunter, no matter how much Behemos hated his fellow demons, he couldn't attack each other.

Because this involves higher level commands.

There are also strengths and weaknesses in the divine mansion.

In the eyes of ordinary creatures, Behemoth was terrifying.

But in the God Realm, He still belongs to the more powerful God Residence.

Once he betrayed his companions, he could no longer 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 in chief.

One side is myself.

He needs to make the right choice.

"I……"

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

It dawned on him.

Does he have a choice?

From the very beginning, the other party has seen everything.

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

He knows everything.

So, the choice at the moment is given.

Either the soul is imprisoned in the picture scroll and lives forever.

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

The other side is fair.

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

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

A few seconds later, Behemoth raised his head again. It was different from the indifferent face before. After the heavy blow, he was much older with the naked eye.

The voice was even hoarse, like a traveler who got lost in the desert and hadn't had water for two days:

"Wait for me for a while."

"I'll get it now."

Chen Feng nodded:

"Not in a hurry."

"My place only closes at night."

"You have plenty of time to get an equivalent item."

"Is it night?"

It is noon now.

It was not even six hours before night fell.

Hunting a god mansion in such a limited time and taking away the soul of the other party is simply impossible.

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

The other party has shown mercy and given him a chance to find his soul.

If you still dare to refuse at this moment, you may not even be able to walk through this gate.

Behemoth nodded, like a walking corpse whose bones had been knocked off, slowly opened the door and walked out.

six hours.

He never felt that time was so urgent.

Darkness dissipated.

The sun shone on Behemoth's face again.

But he couldn't feel the warmth at all. Instead, an unprecedented coldness gathered in every corner of his body.

And then……

He saw the degenerate lying on the ground, eating dog food.

If it was before, Behemoth would laugh at the other party's despicable attitude in order to live.

But now, after experiencing that invisible fear, Behemoth no longer ridicules, but only empathizes with him.

Falling Corruption seemed to sense something, and slowly raised his head.

He is very ungrateful.