A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

Lu Ke was the first to speak and greet them.

"Lord of Hell".

"Extraordinary individuals".

Mephisto spoke, his gaze falling on Luke, before changing his words to, "The newly born Death Lord."

Luke, who plundered the authority over death left behind by the Heavenly Dimension, certainly deserves to be called the new Death Lord.

Of course.

This title needs to be prefixed.

wild!

Wild Death Lords.

With a wave of his right hand, Lu Ke pushed the Demon Heart of Witch, whose brow and limbs he had sealed and whose body had been reinforced and bound by Xu Wenwu, in front of him and looked at Mephisto: "Inspect the goods."

Mephisto looked at the Witchheart Demon, who was bound like a big white pig on a chopping board.

The Demon of the Witch's Heart also stared wide-eyed at Mephisto, his lips straining as if he wanted to say something.

Read their lip movements.

What he should say is: "Dad, save me!"

Mephisto looked at the appearance of the Witchheart Demon, a hint of barely perceptible anger flashing between his brows.

He wasn't angry at the folly of the Witchheart Demon.

Instead, he was angry at the way Luke treated his son.

Well known.

Important people should have the dignity of important people.

Although Wu Xinmo is not a big shot, he is indeed the son of the Lord of Hell, the crown prince of the Hell dimension.

And now.

Luke treated his son like a domestic pig to be slaughtered, which Mephisto found extremely offensive and disrespectful.

However, Mephisto had seen it all, and even if he was furious inside, he wouldn't show it in the slightest.

Mephisto immediately turned his gaze away and looked at Luke.

“Very well, hand him over to me. The soul you need, I will give it to you.”

"Haha."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ke immediately burst into laughter.

Mephisto remained expressionless.

"why are you laughing."

"Lord of Hell, in business, it's all about exchanging money for goods."

Mephisto has seen it all, and Luke is no less so.

He took out the list from his pocket and the list that Hill had just written, and with a wave of his hand, tossed it to Mephisto: "This is what we agreed on before."

Mephisto reached out with his right hand and caught the two lists that were flying towards him. He didn't look at the lists, but stared straight at Luke: "Newborn Death Lord, you seem not to believe me."

Luke nodded very honestly.

"Yes."

"..."

How can you talk like that and expect others to respond like that?

Mephisto took a deep breath, said nothing, and glanced at the names on the list.

moment.

As the ruler of the Hell dimension, he was able to pinpoint the location of each soul in Hell the moment he saw the names on the list.

At the same time, he didn't see anything special on the list.

Except for one of the souls called "Yingli".

In any world of death, the soul of a mortal is merely fuel, unremarkable, like a stone found anywhere on the roadside, attracting no one's attention.

In a world of death, only the extraordinary soul matters.

And Yingli's soul belongs to this category.

Even more so, Yingli's soul is even more peculiar.

because……

Yingli's soul is beautiful.

As we all know, most demons are ugly, even if they can disguise themselves, their essence is still ugly.

This is not because they were born ugly, but because after death, the soul will show its most essential form after entering the world of the dead.

Of the souls that go to hell after death, how many are noble? Therefore, most demons are ugly.

The only difference is how ugly they are.

But Yingli is very beautiful.

Naturally, Mephisto, as the ruler of Hell, noticed Yingli almost immediately upon her arrival in Hell. As before, he took her into his palace almost the instant she landed.

The entire hell belongs to him, and naturally, the souls that fall into hell are also his property.

Mephisto looked at the name "Yingli" on the list, seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at Lu Ke.

Luke raised an eyebrow as he looked at Mephisto's expression.

"Lord of Hell".

"Some of the souls on this list are no longer here."

Mephisto looked at Luke expressionlessly: "Hell needs fuel. Low-level souls are of no use other than as fuel. My Hell is not some garbage dump."

Ignoring Mephisto's words, Luke went straight to the point.

"It's alright, take as much as you have."

"……it is good."

Mephisto watched as Luke, who was speaking, placed his right hand on his son's cheek with a smile. His eyes narrowed again before he nodded and said something.

next second.

With his will, in an instant, one after another, souls that appeared extremely transparent and weighed only twenty-one grams appeared around him.

The agents on Hill's list.

The soul that Luke wanted.

They appeared one after another.

Upon seeing this, Hill and Xu Wenwu widened their eyes instantly, searching among the souls that appeared one after another.

Xu Wenwu, in particular, had big, wide eyes that were as big as copper bells.

But even after Mephisto reopened his eyes, Xu Wenwu still couldn't see the soul of the person he longed for.

Xu Wenwu's heart sank involuntarily.

Mephisto reopened his eyes and looked at Luke.

"Let's deal."

"Ah."

Luke glanced around at the souls, chuckled, and looked at Mephisto: "There are far too few."

It goes without saying that Yingli's soul is not among them.

Even what he wanted most, Daniel Whitehead, and the soul of the Red Devil, weren't inside.

play.

He's been working so hard for so long because he wanted to fulfill his promise.

He promised to show Daniel Whitehead and the Red Devil what real terror was, and he kept his word.

Mephisto remained expressionless: "There are still some souls in the Death Space of the Witchheart Demon. After the transaction, I will send the remaining souls up."

Lu Ke nodded upon hearing this.

That is indeed possible.

Mephisto spoke again.

"Let's deal."

"What about the others?"

"what?"

Luke smiled and looked at Mephisto: "Other souls may be in the Death Space of the Witchheart Demon, but there is one more soul. You should know who I'm talking about, the Lord of Hell."

Mephisto didn't even blink: "Yingli's soul has already been turned into fuel."

Lu Ke smiled.

Xu Wenwu trembled.

……

Chapter 487 If we can't talk about it, then let's not talk about it!

fuel?

No more?

Xu Wenwu was completely devastated; his mental state completely collapsed.

Just as his eyes turned bloodshot and the ten rings tightly binding the Demon Heart's body began to vibrate and hum, he saw Lu Ke's gaze.