Chapter 7: Weird Theater
"Why, you can't recognize her after she takes off her clothes? This is your ex-girlfriend. Look how sexy she is in bed. This must be a side of her you have never seen in your life, right?"
Zhao Qiankun put his arm around Li Muhan's shoulders, as if he was appreciating something interesting with a friend.
"I know you're furious now, but you should accept reality. I also want to tell you that your girlfriend is just one of my many toys. You know, it's really fun to have sex with a woman who has never seen the world."
anger?
Is Li Muhan angry? He should be angry.
But he was now extremely calm. When he saw Gu Ruoxi Jiao being pressed on the bed by Zhao Qiankun and gasping for breath, he just felt sad.
I felt sad for Gu Ruoxi, but not angry at all.
"Master, be more civilized. Be careful of the Internet police knocking on your door. Can you let me go first?"
Snap——
Zhao Qiankun turned off the camera, ignored Li Muhan's words, and then grabbed Li Muhan's hair.
"Boy, no matter how much I say, you probably won't be able to feel the gap between us, so I'm not going to waste my words. I'm a germaphobe, so before I get tired of playing with that little bitch, you can't say another word to her. Do you understand? You bastard without a father or a mother, you fucking..."
Just when Zhao Qiankun was about to make a harsh remark, he suddenly saw Li Muhan's eyes.
He originally thought he would see Li Muhan's frightened or angry eyes.
But no, that look was as calm as water, even cold and a little scary.
After all, everyone has only one life.
Li Muhan’s life is his life, this young master’s life is his life. Just when Zhao Qiankun made those harsh words, Li Muhan had already calculated the situation.
It’s not a big problem to exchange one for one with this young master.
But the brainless Zhao Qiankun obviously took Li Muhan's look as a provocation and contempt for himself.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the young master's eyes. He wiped off the stain with a handkerchief, then stood up, took out a baseball bat from the trunk of the car, and walked back to Li Muhan with a sneer.
"You're really looking for death."
"Huh? What? I didn't say a word."
Bang--
Before Li Muhan could finish his words, the baseball bat hit him hard on the head.
A muffled sound echoed in the silent winter night, and blood instantly flowed down Li Muhan's head.
"You're just a piece of trash. You'll always be stuck at the bottom of the heap."
After saying that, he threw away the baseball bat, and several men in black also let go of Li Muhan and prepared to get in the car.
Damn, that was a bad move.
This bastard really doesn't treat people as human beings. He kills people without any hesitation.
Li Muhan was dizzy at this time, his eyes were blood red, and he could hardly hear the sounds from the outside world.
He tried desperately to raise his head, and in a daze, he saw the rich second generation and the man in black get into the car. Li Muhan tried hard to breathe, but every breath made his chest hurt like it was exploding.
Maybe I'm going to die.
Li Muhan felt his body gradually becoming cold, and the pain slowly began to dissipate. His vision was gradually surrounded by a black mist, and his body was gradually sinking, as if countless hands were dragging him into an endless abyss.
Li Muhan woke up to the low chanting of an ancient language. The voice was like an echo from ancient times, penetrating his chaotic thoughts and leading him out of his vague dream.
He moved his body slightly and slowly opened his eyes, feeling no pain.
Then he found that his head was intact, as if the conflict with Zhao Qiankun and others just now was just a brief illusion.
He stood up with his hands on the ground and looked around.
He found himself in complete darkness, with the only source of light being the giant stone gate standing in front of him.
The door was incredibly tall, tens of meters high, as if it was a weight that nature could not bear, and it was forcibly inserted into the endless darkness.
The door is not made of iron, but thick stone, and its surface is covered with complex runes. They flicker in the darkness, revealing a deep and ancient power.
These runes are like secret codes, weaving into a mysterious totem.
Surrounding the runes were lifelike reliefs, each depicting a distorted, hideous monster, like a demon from the depths of hell.
"Well, even if this is heaven, it's probably Nintendo."
Li Muhan smiled self-deprecatingly, he would go to hell eventually.
Li Muhan carefully placed his hand on the door and pushed it.
The heavy door did not move at all.
Just as he was wondering, an indescribable whisper came into his mind along with his hands touching the door.
【…………key……………】
A large amount of meaningless language has poured in.
It was a language that Li Muhan had never heard before, but it was like it was engraved on his soul. He could remember and repeat it completely.
Li Muhan followed the voice in his head and recited this ancient spell.
As the spell was finished, the heavy iron door slowly opened inward with a loud bang.
Li Muhan originally thought he would see a sea of blood and corpses, or a terrifying scene like a demon's lair.
But the opposite is true.
Inside the door was a huge opera house.
Li Muhan had seen this kind of opera house on TV before, with the auditorium arranged in a circle surrounding the stage.
Li Muhan had already stood in the center of the stage without anyone noticing.
Snap——
The spotlight shone on Li Muhan's head. Li Muhan squinted his eyes under the strong light, and it took him a long time to see clearly.
Those dark figures in the audience weren't human at all.
Instead, there are statues of various shapes one after another.
"Is this the world after death? That's too abstract."
Li Muhan couldn't help but complain.
At this moment, the eyes of a statue in the audience seats directly in front of them lit up red.
Li Muhan happened to meet its gaze.
In an instant he was pulled into another dimension.
This is a ruined temple with dim light and broken walls all around. Only a throne remains intact.
And on the throne sat a young man.
He was handsome, with golden runes engraved on his black skin. His white hair looked very messy. Li Muhan could not recognize the clothes he was wearing, but they looked a bit like ancient Babylonian style.
However, the young man's eyes, which were flashing with dim golden light, were looking blankly ahead, as if he was looking through Li Muhan and at the endless void behind Li Muhan.
"Dude, how do we get to the underworld?"
Li Muhan asked as he walked to the throne.
But the boy did not answer. He just supported his chin with his hand and muttered to himself.
"Why did we lose? Why did we lose?"
At this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in Li Muhan's mind.
【Demon: Baal
Level: World-destroying
Soul Status: Damaged
Mission: Help Baal repair his soul. Every time the soul is repaired to a certain stage, you will gain a part of Baal's power.
Current recovery level: 0%. 】
Li Muhan looked at the young man in front of him who looked like he had been beaten stupidly. He was actually the first demon god among the 72 demon gods who had signed a contract with King Solomon.
King Baal.
Li Muhan was not particularly familiar with the myths and legends about King Solomon. He only knew that he was the king of ancient Israel who signed a contract with the devil to gain supreme wisdom.
No wonder this Baal looks like a fool. It turns out that his soul is missing. But why is it described as a prisoner?
Also, why do I see foreign demons after I die? Could this world be a giant battlefield?
Will every dead soul eventually end up in the same place?
Li Muhan suddenly had an idea and another idea came to his mind.
Baal's soul is broken. If I can repair his soul, does it mean that I can fight back?
Thinking of this, he cheered up and started to communicate with Bal. After all, you have to know the root cause of the disease before you can help him repair it.
"Hello, my name is Li Muhan."
"Are you really Baal? The first of the 72 demons?"
"Hey, you know, there are many images of you in the game. In the game, you are a general who controls thunder and lightning. Isn't that awesome?"
"At least you can say something back!"
In the end, Li Muhan was helpless. No matter what he said, the young man ignored him.
So he decided to use the last resort and slapped Bal in the face with his hand.
Snap——
The crisp sound echoed in the empty temple ruins.
Bal seemed to wake up suddenly. He raised his head slightly and looked at Li Muhan, his eyes full of confusion.
"Who are you?"
Before Li Muhan could say anything, a voice in his head suddenly reminded him.
[Baal's soul has been awakened. Current restoration level: 1%. You have gained Baal's attention and are gaining power from him.]
Oh shit.
Li Muhan cursed in his heart.
Isn't it just a matter of slapping him and it's turned on? If I slap him a few more times, his soul will be brought back to me?
Before he could react, his body was suddenly taken over by a mysterious force, which seemed to be tampering with every cell in his body.
This made Li Muhan feel like he was reborn.
When the force subsided, the young man in front of him had slowly stood up. He walked barefoot, step by step, slowly to Li Muhan's side.
At the same time, that voice appeared in Li Muhan's mind again.
[Learned boundary skills: Ten Thousand Thunders Kill
Domain Ability: Within the domain, your strength, endurance, speed, and mental strength increase tenfold.
Within the realm, you can gain Baal's power over thunder and lightning.
Within the realm, you can absorb the electricity of all electrical appliances in the area to strengthen yourself.
In the realm, as long as the thunder and lightning continue, you will be immortal.
Boundary range: 1km radius
Realm level: Level 2
"Whoever awakens me will also receive my power. Human, I know exactly what you seek. Your dying body desires a new life."
Li Muhan was stunned. He slowly looked up at the white-haired boy who was half a head taller than him, and then his lips moved slightly.
“Who wants to die when they can live?”
The young man stared at Li Muhan, and his golden pupils revealed an invisible majesty, but Li Muhan did not avoid his gaze at all.
This seemed to amuse the white-haired boy, and he sneered.
"Power isn't so easy to control. If you don't believe me, you can try and see if you can withstand even one percent of my power."
After saying that, the boy raised his hand and flicked it lightly.
Li Muhan's consciousness was immediately pulled out of his body as if it had been pulled out, and flew into the darkness deep in the temple.
......
At the same time, Zhao Qiankun spat at Li Muhan's body lying on the ground, and returned to his car cursing.
"Damn it, why would Gu Ruoxi like this idiot before? He refused to pay and insisted on seeking death."
Zhao Qiankun sat in the passenger seat and lit a cigarette.
"Master, the master said that no one should be killed under any circumstances, but you..."
A bodyguard looked at Zhao Qiankun with some embarrassment and said.
"Just handle it. This isn't the first time you've done this. Deal with it cleanly. I've checked. He's an orphan with no relatives. No one would care about such a person even if he were to disappear into thin air. Wait, is it going to rain?"
Zhao Qiankun took a puff of his cigarette and looked at the night sky outside the car window.
The originally silent sky began to roll with thunderclouds, and lightning flashed in the clouds.
"This horrible weather, but it will also make things convenient for you. While we wait for it to rain, take his body...Huh?"
He looked at Li Muhan outside the car jokingly.
But at this moment, he froze.
Because Li Muhan's body, which was supposed to be unconscious on the ground, was gone.
At this moment, a loud bang came from the roof of the car.
"What the hell! What the fuck is going on?!"
The young master looked up at the dented roof in astonishment.
Several men in black quickly got out of the car to check the situation.
One of them just got out of the car and turned around to look at the roof and was so scared that he fell to the ground.
Because Li Muhan, who was supposed to be lying on the ground, was now standing on the roof of the car.
His shirt tore open, revealing a body covered in strange runes. His hands had turned into pitch-black claws, which were even wrapped in lightning.
What is even more frightening is that a devil-like horn grew on Li Muhan's head, and a long black tail grew from his tail vertebrae.
The monster stared at the crowd with its golden pupils.
The corners of his mouth stretched into an evil smile.
"The realm is opened, and thousands of thunders lead to killing."
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