At the same time, I traveled through time and space, I dominated the heavens and the worlds

Lin Bei slowly lowered his head and looked at the lowly demon lying on the ground.

The lowly demon was soaking wet, with burn marks all over his body.

Even on the neck, wrists, and waist, there were some strange red marks.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, looking at Buson behind the low-level demon, whose face was gloomy and angry: "I thought that snake was your true form, but it turns out it was him who transformed into it?"

Bu Song did not reply to Lin Bei's words.

To be honest, he didn't know how to respond either.

The illusion he just created was indeed his doing. As Lin Bei said, the giant snake should have been him, but he was careful and used a low-level demon to replace himself.

Fortunately, it was a lower-level demon that replaced it, which allowed Buson to remove the environment just as the lower-level demon was about to be killed.

That's how he saved the lowly demons, and in doing so, he saved himself.

Back in room 1408, Buson knew that if he didn't get serious, he might actually be killed by this human.

Just as this thought crossed Buson's mind, he suddenly remembered something.

Some time ago, Satan returned from the human world in a fit of rage, having heard from other demons that Satan's son, Mammon, seemed to have died.

He died in the human world.

Judging from Satan's expression, it doesn't seem like he did it.

Angels cannot kill higher demons, just as higher demons cannot kill angels.

Could it be that Mammon was killed by humans?

It couldn't have been killed by this human in front of him, could it?

Buson found the last thought somewhat ridiculous and quickly banished it from his mind.

There's no such thing as a coincidence in the world. If it were really that coincidental, it would be more accurate to say that this human was deliberately searching for them and killing them one by one.

Buson took a deep breath, composed himself, and looked at Lin Bei again. He had indeed previously held a contemptuous attitude towards humans.

Now, after the confrontation, he knows that if he doesn't take things seriously, the consequences will be far from what he wants.

Bu Song stared at Lin Bei, then slowly raised his hand and aimed it at Lin Bei.

Blackish-red gas swirled around Buson, instantly filling the entire room.

The dark red gas formed a fog that obscured the view. Lin Bei did not act immediately, but sensed that the fog was poisonous.

Lin Bei shook his head helplessly: "I thought you were going to use some amazing moves, but it's not even as good as your illusion just now. Let's leave it at that. I'm getting a little bored, and besides, it's almost dawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Bei's eyes turned cold. He chuckled, clasped his hands together, thought for a moment, then withdrew most of his strength and slowly uttered a sentence.

"Shinra Tenzheng!"

Considering the location, Lin Bei did not use his full power. He compressed "Shinra Tensei" into a small core of power.

After a blinding white light appeared in Lin Bei's palm, a terrifying power immediately rippled outwards.

Buson, hidden in the black and red mist, was taken aback, and a sense of urgency and eagerness suddenly rose in his heart.

Buson didn't know what this feeling meant, because he had never felt this way before.

He felt incredibly annoyed and only wanted to get rid of this human in front of him immediately and then return to hell.

Bu Song gritted his teeth, and taking advantage of the fog, the venomous snakes wrapped around his hands transformed into two twisted blades, and his legs transformed into snakes, twisting and approaching Lin Bei's back at an extremely fast speed.

However, at this moment, Lin Bei gently tossed the ball of blinding white light in his hands to the ground.

The moment the white light touched the ground, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

Amidst the tremor, the white ball of light slowly split open, transforming into a lotus flower the size of a palm.

The white lotus petals gently unfolded, and with each petal that opened, it fell off, slowly moving in the direction it fell. The power contained in the petals was so immense that wherever they went, not only the black and red mist was pierced, but even the ground was cut with a deep mark.

The lotus petals quickly fell off, forming a circle the size of a palm. The petals rolled in all directions, repelling everything they touched. Anything touched by the lotus petals again was swallowed up by the white light emanating from them.

Bu Song had already reached Lin Bei's back and was raising his knife high, intending to stab Lin Bei in the back.

His blade was coated with a deadly toxin; if it had even grazed Lin Bei's skin, he would have been sent to hell right now.

As long as Lin Bei is killed, his plan to harvest human souls and process them into delicious food will not be discovered.

The blade in Buson's hand fell swiftly, and his eyes widened involuntarily, as if he could already foresee the scene of Lin Bei being stabbed through by the blade and falling to the ground to die in agony.

Unfortunately, this was destined to remain only in his imagination.

Just as the blade was about to strike Lin Bei, Bu Song felt a tremendous, brute force coming from directly in front of him.

He froze for a moment, then lost control and flew backward.

Buson slammed heavily against the wall; the force was so great that he was still somewhat dazed after falling to the ground.

When Busong scrambled to his feet and glared angrily at Lin Bei, he was shocked to discover that a circle of white light, centered on Lin Bei, was sweeping outwards in all directions.

The power was so immense that Buson couldn't even sense its limit. He watched helplessly as the white light rampaged through his barrier, repelling the lowly demon before swallowing it up amidst its screams.

Buson swallowed subconsciously, a sudden wave of despair washing over him.

Yes, this feeling is called despair.

That's a feeling that only arises when facing an opponent so powerful that you're powerless to resist.

Buson had never felt this way before. Even when facing Satan, he felt he had a sliver of a chance to win. But now, facing this human, Buson found he saw no chance of victory whatsoever.

Buson stood frozen in place, barely able to hold his weapon. But just as the white light hurtled towards him, Buson gritted his teeth, raised his blade, and decided to put up a final stand.

Unfortunately, in front of Lin Bei, this last desperate resistance was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Even before he could scream, Buson was swallowed by the white light and disappeared from the world completely.

As the white light touched the wall and continued to expand outwards, Lin Bei felt that the entire building was about to collapse.

"That's quite a commotion."

Lin Bei thought to himself, then snapped his fingers to cancel the modified "Shinra Tensei," and the blinding white light around him gradually dissipated.

The dark red mist in the room had long since disappeared. After the white light had completely vanished, a ray of morning light shone into room 1408 from the distant horizon.

No, it can't be called a room anymore.

Under Lin Bei's brutal attack, all the partitions in the room were broken through, and even the outer walls were swallowed up by the modified "Shinra Tensei".

Room 1408 was completely reduced to ruins, and the wall of the adjacent room was also breached.

Lin Bei, hands in his pockets, gestured with his chin toward Constantine in the next room, who was sitting up in bed, and said casually, "Hey, didn't you say you were coming to rescue me? Why are you sleeping so soundly?"

Constantine sat on the bed, looking bewildered, staring at Lin Bei for a long time before impatiently rubbing his hair, grabbing a cigarette from the bedside table and lighting it: "Are you kidding me? This weird room didn't kill you? You're really tough, Lin Bei. So, what's going on now? You've demolished the room, are you going to have to pay for it?"

Lin Bei slowly walked across the ruins to Constantine's room. He went straight into the bathroom, washed his hands, and said indifferently, "Compensate? What nonsense are you talking about? I spent the whole night helping them kill the demon in this room. Now that you're up, go contact the hotel manager and talk to him about the cost of this."

Upon hearing that it was the work of a demon, Constantine perked up: "That's not right. If it's a demon, why didn't I notice it? And why would a demon kill people here? Don't they all like to possess others and move on after each attack?"

Lin Bei waved his hand and sneered, "How would I know if you ask me? Hurry up and go!"

Constantine had no choice but to get up: "Then you have to give me some evidence that you killed the demon, otherwise how am I supposed to tell people? Just because you blew up a room?"

Lin Bei walked back to Constantine's bedroom. He thought about it and realized that evidence was essential if they wanted to negotiate a higher price.

Lin Bei stood by the ruins and looked around. He found something buried in the ruins. He dug it out with the black liquid and found it was the tattered painting.

The scene in the painting has changed again; it now depicts a man with a human head and a snake's body being struck by lightning in a storm.

The painting exudes an evil power that even an ordinary priest could sense, which serves as sufficient evidence.

Lin Bei threw the painting at Constantine with black liquid, and Constantine frowned immediately upon receiving it.

“Oh, this is certainly enough as evidence. The smell of sulfur is too strong. And this… the twentieth of the seventy-two demon gods, Buson? I see. No wonder I couldn’t sense it at first. High demons do have the ability to confuse people.”

Constantine, disgusted by the painting wrapped in a sheet, tucked it under his arm and strode out of the room: "Leave it to me. Where are you going today, or are you just leaving? Come to think of it, you're much faster at solving problems than before. I haven't even had a chance to properly explore this city yet."

Lin Bei thought for a moment and said calmly, "I'll wait for you in the car. We'll leave as soon as the money is ready."

Lin Bei said this because he had already sensed a huge fluctuation of power suddenly appearing in a small town fifty kilometers away.

He sensed the fluctuation just as he killed Buson, and the morning light was spreading across the land. Perhaps the sunlight weakened the protective barrier of this power, causing him to immediately notice something was wrong.

I initially thought it was just some minor squabbles, but now I have a feeling it might not be.

Hearing Lin Bei say that, Constantine didn't ask any more questions and happily ran towards the elevator.

When the Dolphin Hotel learned that the curse on room 1408 seemed to have been broken, the entire hotel staff were ecstatic.

They didn't believe it at first, after all, it had been more than ten years, how could a random guest just check in and the problem be solved?
But when Gerald and his staff followed Constantine outside the hotel and saw Lin Bei sitting perfectly fine in the car, Gerald gasped and his gaze towards Lin Bei changed.

They then followed Constantine to room 1408, where Gerald and the other staff were stunned to see that the room's structure had been completely dismantled.

Constantine waited patiently for them to recover from their shock, then handed the painting he was carrying to Gerald, smiling as he said, "Of course, this was actually the work of a demon. This is the evidence. You can take it to the church, and the priest will explain it to you. Oh, by the way, after all, Lin Bei worked hard all night to solve a big problem for your hotel. Putting aside the long term, your hotel should at least show some appreciation for doing such a big thing for you."

Constantine spoke his demands listlessly, and Gerald, his hands trembling, took the picture frame wrapped in a sheet from him.

All the staff gathered around, and when Gerald pulled back the sheet to reveal the painting, a heavy feeling arose in everyone's hearts, and they could clearly sense a dangerous aura from the painting.

Among the staff was a believer in God, who was wearing a cross. The moment she saw the painting, the woman felt the cross around her neck burning hot. She screamed and ripped the cross off. When Gerald looked over, he saw the cross on the ground burning red, which was clearly a sign of the presence of demonic power.

Gerald, who had initially been skeptical, now completely believed Constantine and Lin Bei. He hurriedly had the painting delivered to the church, and then took Constantine to his office to discuss the payment in detail.

Less than an hour later, Constantine emerged from his office with satisfaction. Gerald warmly saw him off at the hotel. When he saw Lin Bei sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, Gerald greeted him enthusiastically: "Mr. Lin Bei, Mr. Lin Bei! Thank you so much! You've solved a really big problem for us! I've already paid Mr. Constantine. Have a safe journey!"

Lin Bei opened his eyes, nodded slightly to Gerald, and then looked at Constantine, who had jumped into the driver's seat: "Is the money in place?"

Constantine gestured a number, and amidst Gerald's enthusiastic farewell, he started the engine and drove away from the hotel: "This hotel is quite generous; this amount is enough for us to squander for half a year. Tell me, where are we going next? Is there more money to be made?"

Lin Bei casually pointed in a direction: "Drive that way, there's a small town over there. I don't know if it's expensive or not, but it's exciting enough."

Constantine rolled his eyes and sneered, "It's always the thrill, you fucking thrill it all the time. You always leave me out. At least take me with you this time, I want some thrills too."

Lin Bei leaned back in the passenger seat, thinking about the energy fluctuations he sensed that morning, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring you this time, and it'll definitely be exciting enough."

Constantine drove with one hand, took out a cigarette with the other, lit it, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and laughed, "You always tell me half-truths. Even if you don't take me with you this time, I'm still going to come along."

As they talked, the two drove the car out of the city and headed towards the distant desert.

Soon, after dark, a city appeared at the end of the empty highway.

This city may not look as big as the last one, but it's still quite prosperous. Even though it's late now, the city's nightlife is still quite vibrant.

However, when the two drove into the city, they clearly felt the polarized atmosphere.

On one side were young people living a life of debauchery; on the other side were police officers with grave expressions. (End of Chapter)