Chapter 315 The Weird Demon
"Of course... of course, distinguished guest, come, come here..."
After seeing Li Muhan withdraw the Fu Jiang Zhenmo, Bafumi became extremely attentive. He jumped to Li Muhan's side nimbly and was about to hold his hand, but Li Muhan glared at him.
The demon shrank back in fear, then chuckled dryly again.
"Please come this way, and old Baphomet will give you what you want."
"What I want? I don't even know what I'm doing here. I was just playing games and eating hot pot at home when someone brought me here. Damn it, the Riddler is the one I hate most in my life! If you dare to say something like 'this land', I'll chop you down right now."
Li Muhan's mood can be described as extremely irritable. The public-funded trip that he had been looking forward to has now turned into an unknown adventure.
He knew very well that Chang Yue's words were like farts, half true and half false, and difficult to understand, but his intuition told him that Chang Yue's arrangement this time was not out of joke or boredom.
He dared to confront the Special Management Bureau head-on and insisted on letting him face this demon alone. There must be a far-reaching intention behind this.
Despite his indignation, Li Muhan's reason prevailed.
While cursing, he followed the goat-headed monster named Baphomet and came to a chilling scene - a huge iron pot stood before them.
This iron pot is obviously not used for daily cooking. Its height is even higher than that of an ordinary person. Its shape and size are more like the alchemical crucible used by evil witches in some horror movies to cast dark magic. It is full of a heavy and gloomy atmosphere.
The surface of the iron pot is covered with rust, as if witnessing countless years of sedimentation and unknown secrets.
"Let old Baphomet see...see, guest, guest, what do you want, what do you want..."
Bafmiel's hand slowly touched Li Muhan's back from behind. Li Muhan suddenly felt a surge of anger. He turned around and stretched out his hand covered with dragon scales, tightly grasping Bafmiel's neck. "I'm warning you. Don't touch me."
But Baphomet didn't mind Li Muhan's behavior at all. His hoarse and low voice was slightly apologetic: "Sorry, old Baphomet apologizes, because old Baphomet is too curious about what is hidden in your body. Hehehehe, it's very interesting. Let old Baphomet see... see what exactly you are..."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and finally it penetrated Li Muhan's body directly, as if it had directly touched his soul.
"Oh... My God, Son of the Morning Star, hehehe... Old liar, Son of the Morning Star... You're hiding here... Lord of Solomon's Legion... Hehehe... Hehehe, such a miserable, broken soul, old buddy... You're not having a good time, oh! What did old Baphomet see? A true god of Olympus! And... Hahahahahaha, the Mother of All Spirits persecuted by her own offspring!! So interesting, hehehe!! So interesting!"
boom--
Flames instantly ignited around Li Muhan's body, and his eyes flashed with anger.
"I already warned you, don't fucking touch me!!"
The flames instantly set Baphomet's arms on fire, and then the flames quickly spread to his entire body.
"Hehehe......! The power of the Son of the Morning Star......! Hehe......!"
Amidst Bafomei's almost twisted laughter, Li Muhan suddenly came back to his senses. He found that he was not pinching Bafomei, nor did he let him ignite the fire. Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
And Baphomet was still standing beside him.
Li Muhan also realized at this moment that something was wrong. He had actually lost control...
The goat-headed monster nimbly circled around Li Muhan several times. Although it acted extremely humble, it let out a laugh that gave people goosebumps: "Hehe... Hehehe, Son of the Morning Star... The power of the Son of the Morning Star is affecting you... Hehe, guest, guest... Don't believe her, she's a liar, a liar! A liar full of lies! Hehehe..."
Then he jumped to the side of the iron pot, holding the iron pot with his hand and slowly leaning his head closer to Li Muhan: "Trust old Baphrodite, old Baphrodite will give you what you want. Don't believe that fallen angel, hehehe, old Baphrodite is the symbol of Satan."
Li Muhan admitted that after entering the Red Dragon Purgatory, his thinking would sometimes be affected by some indescribable anger. No, it would be better to say it was arrogance rather than anger. He would subconsciously think that no one could touch him, and should not even raise their heads in front of him.
This feeling was particularly obvious after the battle with Chang Yue. At that time, the Red Dragon Purgatory almost burned his life out, and the power it gave him was terrifyingly strong. Li Muhan was almost losing his mind at that time, but he did not go to trouble Lucifer afterwards.
After all, people have long said that the side effect of the Red Dragon Purgatory is that it affects the mind.
Li Muhan didn't want to believe a word the demon in front of him said. These demons always like to act friendly and humble in front of you, just to drag you into the giant net of the abyss they specially woven.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. What can you give me?"
In order not to be affected by the Red Dragon Purgatory, Li Muhan withdrew the power of the realm and restored his human form.
Seeing Li Muhan's actions, Bafumi seemed very happy. He jumped to Li Muhan's side, then raised his scary sheep head, and stared at Li Muhan with a pair of black eyes: "Guest, no, don't be anxious, old Bafumi wants to take a look first... hehe..."
He jumped back to the crucible, took out a handful of powder from somewhere, and sprinkled the powder into the crucible, chanting an unknown spell.
Then Li Muhan saw dark green boiling liquid rising from the crucible, and a pungent and unpleasant smell immediately hit his face.
"Oh my god! Your food is even more disgusting than Xia Yue's cooking!"
Li Muhan took a breath and immediately pinched his nose and took a few steps back.
"Shh...! Shh! Guests! .....Shh!"
Baphomet suddenly seemed to be frightened. He quickly jumped in front of Li Muhan and made a gesture of silence with his withered fingers, then looked at the wooden door carefully.
"Humans, humans are listening... Guest, humans are evil. They've imprisoned Old Baphomet here, trying to extract knowledge and everything they desire. Old Baphomet doesn't want them to gain even a single benefit... They're all greedy liars. Hehehe, Old Baphomet will only receive you, the honored guest."
"Well, from a biological point of view, I am actually human too."
Li Muhan scratched his head awkwardly. Baphomet leaned in to look at Li Muhan, then chuckled twice: "Hehehe... Is that what you think, distinguished guest? I'll follow your wishes and only receive you as my guest."
After saying that, he suddenly reached his hand into the boiling crucible, fumbled in the disgusting sticky liquid for a while, and suddenly took out something from it.
After seeing this thing, Li Muhan almost vomited.
It turned out to be a bug that was still twisting its body slightly.
"Eat...eat it, guest, eat it..."
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Li Muhan looked at Bafomei suspiciously, trying to tell from the other's eyes that this was just a joke, but unfortunately, Bafomei seemed very anxious and moved the insect closer to Li Muhan's eyes.
At this moment, he suddenly missed the meals cooked by Xia Yue. At least those meals...the ingredients were clean and hygienic.
But this thing... Is this guy an Indian devil...
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