The Death Knell

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you feel like you've lost a lot of weight?"

At this time, Su Ming was sitting on a black stone chair, and there was no scenery at all around him. There was only a circle of magma, and the heat caused the air to twist continuously, and he shrank back into his body.

In front of him was a shriveled devil. There seemed to be only bones under the red skin, and every rib was clearly visible.

The other party looked at Su Ming with a smile, showing his fangs, squatting on his throne like a monkey, and after hearing this, he touched his belly with his sharp claws.

He was like many people who starved to death. He was skinny but had a big belly, making him look very sick.

"Haha, I haven't had a good appetite lately. I heard that you became the Supreme Mage. I haven't had time to congratulate you yet."

"This is not a happy event. Maybe I will be killed by you one day, haha..." Su Ming greeted the other party with a smile on his face, crossed his legs, and folded his hands on his knees.

The skinny devil turned sideways and stuck himself in the groove of the throne. His head rested on the armrest on one side and his legs were raised high.

"At least I, Mephisto, have no intention of invading the main dimension. Just doing some business now is enough."

Su Ming smiled. Mephisto's business is not very small. He has almost a monopoly on the earth's soul trade, and he has many devils under his command, who are always looking for customers for him.

Clients are usually gamblers who have lost all their fortune, incurable patients, desperate prostitutes, or fools with excessive curiosity.

Mephisto will give them what they want, money, love, health, hope, only what they can't imagine, there is nothing he can't do.

Of course, these are basically fake, either illusory smoke or time-limited hallucinations.

Money is counterfeit, love is a succubus, health is a reflection, and hope is actually despair.

He is a demon king, and his job is to recover souls.

"I know, so doesn't my first stop on the journey to hell start with you?"

Mephisto looked at the woman next to the new Supreme Mage. The woman with long blond hair was playing with the lava with her combat boots.

The first stop is hell? Where did that hell lord next to you come from? This ability to tell lies with open eyes is even better than that of Gu Yi.

Mephisto jumped up from his throne. He had no intention of getting entangled in trivial matters.

Lies, deception, conspiracy, these qualities are more to his liking. If he welcomed Su Ming's arrival by 1% before, now he has 2%.

He grabbed a head from the side of the throne and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it casually and spit it out like betel nut: "Then I will show the Supreme Mage around my hell?"

"Haha, just what I wanted."

Su Ming saw clearly what Mephisto's plan was. He was showing his weight and his role in balancing.

He is not afraid of the Supreme Mage. As long as he is in hell, no one can hurt him.

But if the Sorcerer Supreme targets the little devils who go to the main dimension to do business, hell will be broke.

Su Ming would not do this, because in his opinion Mephisto's trick was more like euthanasia. Many people who sold their souls died in confusion, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Take the little match girl as an example. She only had matches to keep warm before she died. She saw delicious food and relatives in hallucinations, and then died of hunger and cold in the heavy snow.

If she made a deal with the devil, at least she could eat real food, see her loved ones, and die without pain and with a smile on her face.

Although they are all dead, the way to die later is better. The devils provide better hospice care than the priests.

As for what will happen to the soul after it reaches hell, that is another story. In Mephisto's hell, there are not many souls as musical instruments.

He has his own set of criteria for judging. Only those who liked to quarrel most during their lifetime would have their souls tied to the steeple.

Mephisto likes gambling, and most of the people in his hell are bad gamblers.

While thinking, Su Ming followed the footsteps of the Demon King. Mephisto was waiting for him with a smile on his face, as if he planned to walk side by side with him.

Su Ming pushed Mysterio and asked her to go with Mephisto: "You hell lords should communicate more with each other, and I'll just take a look."

The mysterious guest nodded seriously after hearing this, but Mephisto couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

What is there to communicate between hell and limbo? The boss behind one is Death, and the boss behind the other is Ancient God. They are not the same approach at all.

The current routine in hell is to ‘use ghosts to generate electricity’, and the soul is both labor force and currency. What about Limbo? They are all tentacle monsters, relying on the law of the jungle and corruption by chaos.

But Mephisto quickly regained his smile, clapped his hands, and a door rose from the hot magma beside him. It opened with a bang, and a familiar atmosphere exuded from the door.

An atmosphere of hope and despair, tobacco, alcohol and noise.

"Come, take a look at my masterpiece." Mephisto took two quick steps and ducked into the door.

Mysterio glanced at Su Ming, he just nodded slightly, and the two of them followed.

After entering the door, it was as if the world had changed in an instant. In front of the three of them were rows of slot machines extending to the edge of the field of vision, with no end in sight.

Countless souls with pale faces and red eyes sat numbly but enthusiastically in front of these slot machines, constantly pulling down the joysticks like robots, watching the three rows of patterns rotating rapidly, and the machines constantly making jingling sounds.

This is Mephisto's most famous devil slot machine. These souls are gamblers from the earth. Their mission is to continue gambling until the end of the universe.

Mephisto told them that these slot machines have a winning rate of one in a million, and as long as they win the prize, they can go to heaven immediately.

So these souls kept gambling, and their actions of throwing coins and pulling levers provided energy for Hell, and Mephisto profited.

In fact, many of these souls also know that the banker always wins in the casino, but hell has increased their paranoia and fluke mentality, and they just want to gamble.

Heaven? nonexistent.

"It's huge, but a little noisy." Su Ming looked around and saw that the slot machine wheel was actually completely blank, but there were patterns in the eyes of these souls.

"Yeah, I think so too." Mephisto raised his paws and moved his palms towards his face.

The surrounding environment seemed to be dragged around on the mobile phone screen, flashing past the three of them and changing to a new place.

The environment here is much better than the one just now. The scene is a huge nightclub. Most of the people working here are succubi. Many souls are being squeezed out of their soul energy by SM methods. The surrounding music cannot cover it up. Moaning one after another.

Mephisto casually picked up the cherry on the table next to him, but a frightened face appeared on the cherry and screamed, and he stuffed it into his mouth without looking.

"How is it here? Do you want to play for a few days?" Mephisto called a few succubi over, as if he planned to use them to entertain Su Ming.

Su Ming calmly refused. The succubus was no better than a female vampire. Howard might like it, so he would just let it go.

"The smell here is too strong."

Next, Mephisto showed Su Ming the seven deadly sins one by one, but Su Ming kept a calm expression, as if he had seen billions of souls and still didn't let him take it to heart.

Finally, the three of them returned to the black lone peak, back to the starting point.

Mephisto stopped smiling. He walked to his throne, sat upright, and completely assumed the posture of the lord of hell.

"Tell me, Supreme Mage, after going through such a big circle, what exactly do you want from me?"

"Aren't you always the one who talks in circles?" Su Ming took out a cigarette from his pocket, poked it into the lava beside him and lit it: "Don't mention it, it's quite delicious to light cigarettes with lava."

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

One person and one ghost looked at each other and smiled, as if they were competing to see who was more angry and could laugh longer. But with the Time Stone, Su Ming could laugh with him forever.

The magma around the throne was constantly rolling, and the smell of sulfur filled everyone's nostrils. In the end, Mephisto figured out that he could not continue to consume it like this.

"Are you here to change the treaty?"

"Of course, I still respect Master Gu Yi very much, but some of the rules she left behind... those were from eight hundred years ago, and times have changed now."

Su Ming was still sitting on the chair, smoking quietly, and answered the question casually.

"Indeed, I used to play poker for gamblers, but recently I have switched to slot machines. But some things are better not to be changed..." Mephisto leaned his neck forward and said somewhat sinisterly.

Su Mingchao said soot on the ground beside him, leaving fine traces on the black stone slab: "Don't be nervous, your business will continue as usual, but there is an issue we need to discuss."

"explain."

"I can allow your salesmen to operate in the main dimension, but your thugs are always wandering around my territory. Isn't that not good?"

Su Ming asked with a half-smile, and he looked at Mysterio with questioning eyes. Mysterio's little head also nodded up and down, which meant that it was really not good.

Mephisto feels disgusting, so disgusting.

He and Deathstroke had nothing to do with each other, but there was a Hell Lord opposite, so things were different.

Although Mysterio is not as powerful as him, he still has the attributes of a hell lord. If he really wants to launch a hell invasion, she will definitely not feel bad about how many tentacle monsters die, but his hell losses will be huge.

Those who are barefoot are never afraid of those who wear shoes.

"You're talking about Ghost Rider, what do you want? His right to belong does not actually belong to me." Mephisto's tone became calmer. He had not frightened the other party before, and if he tightened his string further, it would break.

"He is just a tool. When his owner is away, you are the custodian." Su Ming blew out a smoke ring, took out a wine bottle from his pocket and took a sip: "How about lending it to me?"

"Everything else remains as usual?" Mephisto's eyes rolled.

"As long as you don't want to change, then everything will remain the same, haha..." Su Ming also smiled conspiratorially.

Mephisto put on a smile again, touched his belly and stood up: "Is your contract ready? To be honest, you are more insidious than all the black wizards in the main dimension. I like it very much. you."

"I still keep my soul for myself, so don't think about it and sign now."