The Devil Inside

but……

Han Solo was not controlled.

The needle pierced his finger, causing great pain. A thought merged into the blood and rushed towards Han Solo's brain, suppressing his thinking ability, occupying his nerve center, and turning him into a puppet.

That's how it was originally.

But who is Han Solo?

The King of Demons!

His mental power is extremely powerful. The nerve centers that are related to life and death and the thinking ability that defines his own existence are all the focus of strict protection.

The puppet's will entered his body and was immediately surrounded and attacked.

In just a moment, it was broken down into harmless energy and absorbed by Han Solo;

Viola was not controlled either.

Although she is not the king of demons, her talent is amazing.

"Lady of the Night" rejects all curses. Puppet will is also a kind of curse, so it is naturally excluded from the curtain.

Seeing the malicious woman in a long skirt ringing the bell and walking towards the door, both of them were at a loss, not knowing what to do.

They even looked at each other with innocent eyes.

"Ok?"

The woman in the long skirt discovered something unusual.

The spell that had always worked in the past now inexplicably failed.

But she wasn't alarmed.

The knitting club has been in operation for a long time without ever having a single failure.

The young man and woman in front of her didn't look special. Even a stronger engraver than them couldn't escape the clutches of the "Demon Lord's Mark". She just thought that she didn't ring the bell hard enough.

"Jingle Bell!"

She raised the bell high, shook it vigorously, and shouted, "Follow me!"

what?

Oh.

Han Solo tried his best to keep his eyes as dull as possible as he followed the woman in the long dress;

Viola didn't understand why. She thought it might not be safe inside the church, but Han Solo had already started walking, and she had no choice but to follow him.

Three people, one in front and two behind, walked through the church porch and came to the nave.

The nave is the largest area of a church and the main place where believers gather. A hundred years later, the furnishings in the nave are very old, and the rows of benches are greasy and worn out.

There should have been a statue of a god right in front of the nave.

It has now been removed, but there are still traces on the floor where it once stood.

There were already many people in the hall.

Han Solo didn't dare to look around, he just looked at him with his peripheral vision.

He saw that most of these people were ordinary people with hard-working looks on their faces, and some were very young, probably young men and women who came here for entertainment.

These people have been controlled by magic and are knitting sweaters with great skill.

They had dull expressions and were silent and dead. They looked more like textile machines than people.

The scene was extremely weird.

If there wasn't that fat, pig-like, wretched man hugging a young girl, kissing and licking her.

No.

Rather, the atmosphere became more eerie because of his presence, but it was not as creepy.

"Are there any more people today? I thought these were the only ones."

The wretched man looked up and said.

The woman in the long skirt looked at him with disdain: "Stop talking, okay? You're disgusting."

"What does it matter? They won't have this memory anyway."

Slurp slurp, poof poof.

The wretched man lowered his head and worked again, and Han Solo, watching and hearing his actions, already wanted to kill someone.

Chapter 42 #042 This thing is really eye-catching

"sit down."

The woman in the long skirt gave the order indifferently. Han Solo and Viola, both veteran actors, imitated the dull and lifeless faces of the people around them and sat down on the bench.

Two balls of yarn were handed to him.

The woman in the long skirt said, "Let's start. You know what to do."

"..."

"..."

What to do?

What to do specifically?

Are you knitting a sweater?

Nope!

Han Solo and Viola took the ball of yarn awkwardly and stayed in Bengbu.

Han Solo goes without saying.

Coming from the Earth, there is abundant material resources and strong productivity. Our parents can knit sweaters and other things, but he can't.

miracly……

The hands moved on their own.

Han Solo was surprised to find that he was actually very good at knitting sweaters. He was proficient in how to thread the wool, how to cast on the needle and how to weave. In just a moment, he had knitted a piece as long as a finger.

this……

Is this also the skill of the Time Demon King? !

Why can he even knit a sweater!

Han Solo is shocked!

Viola was also shocked.

She didn't know how to knit sweaters at all. Although her family had fallen on hard times, she was still a noble and didn't have such a hobby.

She thought that Han Solo wouldn't understand either.

I cast a glance at him secretly and found that he was extremely skilled. What's going on? Did you knit a sweater when you were a child?

At this moment, she couldn't think too much.

She looked closely, and Han Solo's movements became slow in her eyes. His hands moved as he disassembled the things one by one. She started to cram right away.

can only say……

Miss Viola is a genius!

Her outstanding talent played a key role at this moment. Although it was her first time, she learned it well and managed to weave it out even if she just copied others. It was a miracle.

The knitting process after starting off is actually just repeating one action.

Viola's pressure suddenly dropped, and she subconsciously looked at the woman in the long skirt, unsure whether she had been exposed.

Fortunately, the woman in the long skirt didn't pay attention to them.

She looked at the wretched man with hatred in her eyes: "I really don't understand... why the 'officer' would allow someone like you to join!"

The wretched man sat on the girl's legs, raised his head, and said with some displeasure: "What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong? Can you please stop..."

The woman in the long skirt looked helpless.

She raised her hand and pressed, "Get off that girl, okay? Arendelle prohibits prostitution on the surface, but you know, the ancient profession has a strong vitality, and Arendelle is full of secret prostitutes; if you are willing to spend money, you can even keep a female engraver."

"How do you know I don't have a bag?"

The wretched man spoke righteously.

The woman in the long skirt wanted to say something but couldn't help herself: "Okay, I underestimated you. Mr. Duncan, now that your desire has been satisfied, can you get off the girl? We are 'working' and your current behavior disgusts me. You have tarnished our sacred action!"

The wretched man sneered, "Ms. Diana, you don't know me at all. My biggest hobby is to molest young girls at work. When I used to work in the office, my secretary would relax me under the table. Generally speaking, I like girls with thick lips, which feel like cotton."

“I really fucked.”

Diana burst out with swear words.

Duncan felt her anger and didn't dare to go too far.

He got off the girl's legs and said with a wry smile, "Diana, I'm just kidding you. Isn't this too boring? I'm more than just about the crotch. I'm actually serious."

"Ah."

Diana scoffed.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too suffocating, Duncan lit a cigarette and changed the subject: "Speaking of which... Diana, can knitting really help the 'Devil' to revive?"

Providing scientific knowledge to newcomers is one of the responsibilities of old employees.

Although she really didn't want to talk to this beast named Duncan, Diana suppressed her anger and said, "Of course. The power of the Demon Lord is extremely masculine and strong. In order to seal it, the seven generations of heroes chose a unique method - they sealed the Demon Lord in a huge ball of wool and bound it with flexible silk threads that could not be torn apart."

"A ball of yarn?"

Duncan thought of cats.

Diana obviously didn't want to explain in detail. She hated the hideous and disgusting man in front of her.

Too humble!

"Yes, a ball of yarn. What we are doing now is to lure as many humans as possible and use the method of knitting a sweater to straighten out the tangled threads. This work has lasted for ten years and involves more than 30,000 people. The Lord Demon will return from the virtual world soon!"

Duncan was still confused. "If that's the case, then why use such an, uh... such an inefficient method? I can pay for it, and we can set up a factory, hire skilled knitters, and even use sewing machines. We can complete your ten years' work in two months."

"Stupid. Those thirty thousand people will become the Demon Lord's followers under the catalysis of the 'Mark'! The day when the Demon Lord resurrects will be the day when Arendelle is destroyed."

"…I still don't understand. Your explanation is too magical."

“You think it’s magical because your level limits your cognition. If you are strong enough, you don’t even need to ask questions and you can see through everything.”

Diana sneered.

She walked towards the door: "Be careful and don't do anything weird. That's really bad taste."

"……Hold."

Duncan tilted his head to smoke, and waited until he could no longer hear Diana's footsteps before he cursed softly.

Subconsciously, he looked at the two people who had just come in.

They were knitting sweaters skillfully.

I had planned to take a quick look and then look away, but I never thought that this one look would last for a thousand years.

Duncan was captivated by the sight of Viola, whose brows were lowered and fingers were twitching.

"Gulu."

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the silent nave.

Duncan loosened his tie and walked toward Viola.

It's just... so charming.

Duncan couldn't help himself as he looked at Viola's eyes, which were like pure turquoise and gorgeous to the point of being dreamy, and her inky eyebrows.

His luck is too good.