After killing the little devil, Wu Heng and Alina waited in the carriage for five minutes. The surroundings were quiet except for the sound of sewer water flowing.
The two began to walk forward along the carriage, and when they reached the middle, they saw the body of a security guard wearing a blue uniform, lying on the track, with a broken flashlight beside him.
Wu Heng took off the key from the security guard's waist and handed it to Alina.
"There should be the key to the subway door lock here. It's safe in the back. You can go out first."
Wu Heng had excellent hearing. He heard a subtle little devil's roar coming from the fence door on the side of the tunnel ahead. The scream was obviously thicker than those outside.
There was no carriage to serve as a barrier, so when a fight broke out, he wouldn't be able to take care of this woman.
"Why don't you go out? Can you leave with me? You can go to my house and change clothes."
Alina said with some fear and expectation.
"There's a big guy in front of me, standing next to me. I can't care about you. Let's go. You're doing a good job. It would be a pity to die."
Wu Heng said lightly.
"Oh, thank you then. I live at 457 Phil Street."
When Elena heard this, she hesitated for a moment, then took the key and ran towards the exit.
'There is no procrastination at this time, life should not be cut off. '
Wu Heng praised in his heart, twisted his neck on the spot, moved his shoulders, and continued to move forward.
I saw a lot of corpses along the way, including homeless people, repairmen, and passengers, but none of them was complete.
Wu Heng followed the blood trail to the iron fence he was looking for.
This is the homeless gathering place of the underground king.
Wu Heng reached out and pulled off the damaged and deformed fence door, bent down and walked inside.
The rotten smell here is unique.
Wu Heng followed the passage inside, turned three corners, and came to a slightly open area of about 200 square meters.
A little demon that was obviously a bit larger in size was using blood to carve a circle with a diameter of nearly ten meters, and the circle was already filled with runes.
A pile of tongues is placed in the center of the circle, with a pile of corpses hanging above.
The little devil turned around and saw Wu Heng, roared and rushed towards him.
Wu Heng picked up the suitcase and smashed it into the little devil's ugly face.
The little devil actually forcibly closed his body and dodged quickly. At the same time, he scratched the suitcase with his claws, leaving three scratches on the bulletproof suitcase.
Seeing how sharp the claws were, Wu Heng simply grabbed the gripping strap on the inside of the suitcase, used it as a shield, and rushed towards the little devil.
The little devil was anxious after being slapped. He stretched out his two claws and penetrated the suitcase fiercely, but was temporarily stuck for a moment.
Seeing this opportunity, Wu Heng took advantage of the situation and pushed the suitcase down. The monster's arms were carried and pressed to the ground. Wu Heng took out his left hand, held down the little devil's head, and smashed it to the ground crazily, smashing the floor tiles into pieces.
Seeing that the little devil was temporarily trapped, Wu Heng quickly took out his suitcase.
"The box weighs 20 pounds and is made of TA titanium alloy."
Wu Heng said while breathing heavily, and hit the little devil's neck hard.
"It's a matter of life and death."
Boom, boom, boom.
As the words fell, the flesh of the captain-level little devil's neck had been smashed and the bones were completely broken.
Wu Heng stretched out his left hand, grabbed the monster's body, and activated his "drain" ability.
A wave of energy as thick as chopsticks poured into Wu Heng's body.
He felt it and found that it was strengthened by about ten percent, and one of them was as strong as the ten outside.
Just on this subway trip, Wu Heng's own physical fitness improved by 30%, which is worth it.
Wu Heng killed the little devil, pulled a piece of tattered clothes from the hanging corpse above, and gently wiped his hands.
He observed the hanging bodies.
Among them was a blind old man with a golden crown on his head.
Only the damaged paper edges of the crown showed that it was just a paper hat that everyone usually wears on birthdays, but it was painted gold.
It seems that this is the king of the underground kingdom.
Wu Heng walked around these corpses and discovered among them the fat man's transformed identity this time, 'Domagoy Patrick'. His face was already blue and swollen.
"Dude, it looks like you're not doing well."
Wu Heng said with some emotion.
There were three people when they entered this world, but now he is the only one left. This fat man can be considered very stubborn, but he is still dead.
Wu Heng turned around and found that there was nothing of value around him.
He looked down at the tattered windbreaker and pants he was wearing, frowned, and decided to go to No. 457 to change clothes.
Carrying the suitcase, he turned around and walked outside. After turning four turns in a row, Wu Heng suddenly stopped.
Something's wrong!
Wu Heng clearly remembered that when he walked in from the fence, he only turned three turns.
This time it is already the fourth turn.
There is only one passage here, so there is no possibility of going wrong.
Wu Heng did not dare to move forward.
At the same time, the suitcase held tightly in his hand gradually began to become cold.
The coldness was getting stronger and stronger. Wu Heng felt that his hands were stiff, and this feeling was very familiar.
Ice Hell Monk!
Ka. Ka Ka
This is the sound of freezing. The sound of water flowing in the sewer next to it stops, and the sewage is frozen.
Wu Heng quickly retreated.
Click!
The ice in the sewer broke instantly, and a frozen corpse floated up from below. The corpse was lying on its back, with its hands in its arms. There was a fake crystal ball frozen in ice in the palm of its hand, which was constantly disturbing Wu Heng's suitcase. crystal ball inside.
"The cold winter has arrived, and you have nothing to do"
The frozen face of this ice corpse began to make sounds one by one.
The opening and closing of the mouth was like broken ceramics, with the ice residue of the skin falling into the sewer.
Han Bing has come to capture Wu Heng. The last time he summoned it from the high priest, it felt deeply teased and ridiculed. It was very angry and wanted to tear Wu Heng's soul into pieces ten thousand times. Throw it into a rock pit.
Wu Heng felt the coldness coming from the crystal ball in the suitcase.
'It seems it's time to leave this world. '
But before leaving, Wu Heng planned to give the Ice Hell monk another surprise.
Quickly run back to the hall of the underground kingdom.
Wu Heng looked at the uncompleted circle painted by the large little devil.
With the blood on the corpse, he added the final touch to the demon summoning array.
Fortunately, this ordinary blood only had a repairing effect on Wu Heng and did not cause any injuries. Wu Heng was too lazy to absorb it all.
As the circle is completed, a pile of tongues on the ground are quickly tied together in knots.
The hanging corpse turned into red powder and fell to the ground, forming a pile of ash that covered the tongue.
A sickening song began to sound all around, and those who heard the song couldn't help but want to tear everything apart.
The ashes shrunk into a gray body, just like the body of a devil butterfly. In front of the body is a tongue fused to form a head similar to the underground king. Black wings with patterns extend out from both sides of the body, and circles of powder start to spread around. drift.
This is the great demon of Abaddon Hell - the Singer.
When Wu Heng was about to take shape as the singer, he thought silently:
"return."
Wu Heng disappeared on the spot.
The temporary crystal ball in the ice corpse's hand broke, briefly opening the crack in hell, and the ice hell monk walked out of it.
The newly summoned singer also spotted the ice hell monk in an instant, and the two hell monsters stared at each other for a moment.
Abaddon Hell and Leviathan Hell are mortal enemies who have been at war for many years.
The Great Demon Singer controls all the powder, like a dense mist, and attacks the Ice Hell Monk...