The Daily Life of the Great Demon King

The rooms on the second floor are not monitored, because the old people on this floor are currently only ‘goods’ options for opening bets, not real ‘goods’. But even if there is monitoring, Jiu Ming doesn't care. He is just a creature at the bottom of the food chain in a pet shop. In this world, he is properly the top group of the food chain.

"Go ahead if you want to say anything." Jiu Ming patted Wenming on the head, and by the way the invisibility spell was lifted.

The old man sitting by the window seemed to be a little surprised. The ‘guest’ who came to visit her today was so quiet, so he turned his head slowly.

See civilization at a glance.

"Ming... Mingzi? Why are you here!" The old man was really surprised now.

"Grandma Xu, I'll see you." Wenming said, and walked over, originally wanting to walk to the window, but was held by the old man, "Come here, don't go there, don't let the beasts See!"

Having said that, the old man seemed to think of something, looked at the civilization, and asked, "Why would they let you in?"

After entering here, the old people know the true face of the so-called nursing home, but unfortunately it is too late. The old people who were sent in cannot get out. The people here will deliver food to them on time and on time, and several times a day, there are special people who come to'care' about their situation, but not asking them if they are good, but hoping for them to die... No, not hope. If you die, you will lose a lot if you die directly, just hope that they will die soon, so that they can be sent to the third floor as'goods'.

This is a cannibal cell. People inside cannot get out, and people outside are not allowed to enter except ‘guests’.

"Big brother and the others brought me in." After Wenming was dragged, he squatted honestly beside the old man. Hearing the old man's words, he turned his head and pointed to Jiu Ming who was standing at the door.

The old man realized that there were other people in the house. She looked at Jiu Ming's eyes and was very defensive, because in her opinion, only ‘guests’ could come in.

At this moment, a noisy sound came from the corridor.

"On the second floor, there are ‘goods’ for opening bets. If the bosses are interested, they can take a look first."

"Over there, the old man who lives at 214 is currently the most promising one for opening bets, but the details will not be known until the professionals have evaluated them. Our betting is fair and will not cheat the boss. Yours……"

"Hey, why is the door of 208 open? Is someone watching the'goods' in advance?"

Accompanied by the voice, the noisy footsteps quickly approached here.

"Makko, hurry! Hurry up!" The old man was in a panic, clutching the hand of civilization, and urged in a low voice.

Although civilization doesn’t quite understand why it wants to hide, it’s emotionally infected, and it seems a little flustered. He turned around in a panic, but couldn’t find a place to hide, because this room is very empty, and even the bed is of the same kind. Iron frame, the sheets were tucked under the mattress and couldn't hide people at all.

"Why?" Jiu Ming said lightly, walked over and patted Wenming's head lightly. In this process, he has already cast invisibility spells on civilization.

The figures of the two disappeared in the room instantly.

The old man was shocked when he saw this.

Almost at the same time, the sound of footsteps outside reached the door, and only a middle-aged man came in with a probe, his eyes quickly scanned the room, and then he showed a puzzled expression, "I just heard someone talking..." he His gaze fell on the old man, and when he saw the old man’s expression, he was even more puzzled. He asked unceremoniously, "Hey, old man, what is your expression, the hell?"

The ‘guests’ who came with him suddenly laughed when they heard this.

"Hahahaha, it really looks like hell!"

"I think **** is a good thing. It's not like that. When people are dying, they are weak and easy to see unclean things. If she sees it, then it is not far from death. Are you ready to bet!"

"Yes, Brother Li is still smart, but cultural people are different!"

"No, do you want to be so happy, what if there is... a ghost? After all, this matter is a little... a little..."

"I'm not even afraid of people, but I'm still afraid of ghosts?! But I said Xiao Jiang, what's the matter with your courage?"

The middle-aged man who led the team was attracted by their conversation, and stopped paying attention to the room, and stood at the door to join their conversation, "Brother Jiang, you are wrong about this. Let’s do this. Well, strictly speaking, it is actually a good thing, because these old people who are sent in are either childless, or they are not to be seen. They stay at home and may die. No one knows. Isn't there a lot of news like this now, saying that the old man has been dead for a long time, and the neighbors only know that the corpse has stinked."

"And here we are, three meals a day, punctual, separate rooms, people clean every day, clothes and sheets, and some people help change them. From the time they came to the world, people cared about them, talked to them or something. , Is better than dying alone in an old house, is this the truth? Not only do we not charge them a penny, but the family members will still have money to take it, so that the funeral expenses after death will also be available, and we will walk decently. ,Everyone is good!"

"So, if you have such an old man around you, you can also contact us. There will be indispensable benefits at that time!"

"As for ghosts, don’t worry. Don’t say we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re not afraid of ghosts. Even if we do have them, we’ll be fine. In this place, we ask experts to do the tricks, let’s take care of you, monsters and ghosts. , Don’t even think about turning over splashes!"

...

Listening to the voices of those people outside the door, the old man suddenly laughed for some reason, his old face, gully, muddy eyes, and dumb voice, inexplicably oozing.

When the people outside heard this sound, they were startled indifferently, and when they reacted, they were very angry. The middle-aged man who led the team walked in angrily, "Old man, what are you laughing at?!"

The old man slowly raised his head to look at him. With his stiff movements and muddy eyes, he always seemed a little weird. "I laugh at you beasts and disrespect ghosts and gods. One day, one day, you will get retribution. !"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Don’t worry, don’t say we won’t get any retribution. Even if we do, it will live longer than your old thing! I’ll wait and see, when you die, will there be any That ability turned into a ghost to trouble me!"

"I'm leaving, look at other'goods', don't mess with this old thing!" the people outside shouted.

The middle-aged man glared at the old man again, then turned and walked out.

...

During this period, civilization couldn't stand it a few times and wanted to rush to the theory, but was grabbed by the collar of the nine lives, and couldn't move at all. He could only grit his teeth and stare at those people.

After finally waiting for those people to leave, Jiu Ming let go, and the civilization subconsciously grasped the old man's hand, and his voice was angry and aggrieved, "Grandma, what is going on? How can they... how can they bully people like this? !"

He was a child after all, lacking enough knowledge of the evils of this world, and those people were vague, so he didn't know what happened.

Although Jiu Ming didn't know what happened in detail, he could guess a general idea. But he is a monster, and he doesn't care much about human affairs. He faintly said to Civilization, "I am still disarming the spell, she can't hear what you just said." But he can feel the touch, after all, the spell only hides the body and voice, rather than making people disappear. .

He spoke, dispelled the spell, and reminded him again, "The door is still open."

Civilization was taken aback, and the original angry mood was slightly calmed after being interrupted by this little episode. He gritted his teeth and walked over to close the door. Suddenly he felt that his collar was grabbed by something. Then a force of force carried him into the air from the door to the door. After a while, only the door itself was seen. Closed.

Before the fear in the heart of civilization had time to rise, he listened to Jiu Ming said, "You are here."

Then I saw Yu Heng and his group appearing.

Jiu Ming looked at Scarlet and asked, "Do you know what happened?"

"It has something to do with the wishing game I met in Xinan before. The guy behind the scenes may be the same." Scarlett said briefly, and then asked, "What about you, what's the situation?"

Jiu Ming shrugged, "I can't tell, but there are insiders here." He said, pointing to the old man sitting on the chair in front of the window.

Everyone looked over.

The old man is also looking at them. She was no longer as shocked as before. In those cloudy eyes, there seemed to be something called hope, "You... are you gods or ghosts?" She asked with a trembling voice.

"Whatever it is, I beg you, accept the beasts outside, accept them... I don't know what you want. I only have this old life. If you want it, take it, but please spare Mingzi, and he will pay for it. Little, a good boy..."

"We don't want anything, grandma, please tell us about it first." Jiang Qingtian said softly.

Then they learned about the situation in the nursing home from the old population.

Jiang Qingtian and Jin Tian couldn't believe what they heard.

"Why... how could anyone do such a thing?"

"Are they still human? Even if they don't have a conscience, regardless of the kindness of their parents to nurture them, they don't want to think that they will get old in the future. Are they afraid of being treated like this then?"

But they knew very well in their hearts that if they really had a long-term vision, these people would not be the way they are now. They might have never thought about the future, driven by desire, and passed away.

Compared to them, Wenming was the one who was scared the most, because his grandma had been sent here before, and just now he saw his father Wen Fugui walking out of the three-story building with his own eyes.

"Grandma Xu, my grandma...she...and my dad, I saw him at the door just now, did he..." Pain, fear, anger... these emotions are intertwined, almost about to break this ten. The soul of the next year's child is crushed.

The old man touched his head with those old and thin hands, "Mingko, you are a good boy, smart and sensible... Don’t know about these things. When you grow up, you will leave your dad and leave this. The village is far away, never come back again!"

Although it is not stated explicitly, this is already the default.

"I don't believe it! How could...I don't believe it! I..." Civilization couldn't accept it, his emotions lost control, and he cried loudly.

Fei Se was too lazy to persuade, and directly cut a hand knife on the back of his neck, neatly.

But Wenming’s voice just now was very loud, and the soundproofing effect of the room in the nursing home was very average, and the voice of a child was obviously different from that of an adult. The middle-aged man who took someone to Room 214 happened to be standing at the door. Hearing the sound here, he was surprised and walked over quickly.

The door of the nursing home can only be closed, not locked.

The middle-aged man twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.

He looked around, still seeing nothing in the room. He walked to the bed again, probed out to check, there was still nothing. But he was still uneasy, and he looked under the bed again, even the bedside table where it was obviously impossible to hide people.

In the end, his face became ugly.

He looked at the old man fiercely, "Say, was there a child crying just now?!"

The old man's turbid eyes looked at him, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curved in a strange arc, "Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his face became more and more ugly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really not afraid! The immortal master will come here soon, and no matter what the demon is hanging on, they will all be caught and let them go away!"^

...

The middle-aged man left soon, because the ‘guest’ had finished reading and preparing the ‘goods’, so he had to take people to go elsewhere.

After he left, Scarlett and the others lifted the invisibility spell again.

"According to what he said just now, it seems that someone from the Profound Sect was involved in this matter?" Scarlet frowned slightly.

Ordinary people often call the people in the Xuanmen the Immortal Master, just like the Zhao Immortal Master who had been related to Jin Tian's family before. But just now they found the breath of the abyss on the roof, combined with the wishing game, this kind of handwriting does not feel like a human can do it.

Perhaps human beings are tempted by profit, willing to join the abyss monsters and be at the mercy of them. This possibility is relatively high.

...

When Yuheng and his party left the second floor and were about to go to the third floor to see the old man who was used as an opening bet on'goods', they happened to encounter a shaggy young man who came upstairs. It was Xiao Wu, so he naturally went to that room. .

When he arrived in the room, Xiao Wu'knowledgeable' didn't approach the old man. He just stood on the edge of the bed, almost half a meter away, and was facing the camera.

"Mom, I came to see you." He said, but couldn't hear much emotion.

The old man did not respond.

The expression on Xiao Wu's face suddenly became a little flustered, and he subconsciously looked at the ECG monitor on the bedside. He breathed a sigh of relief when everything was normal, but he was still a little worried and shouted several times, "Mom? Mom? You? Did you hear me?!"

The old man's eyelids trembled lightly, and then opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Mom! You scared me to death, don't you know?!" Xiao Wu had a bad tone.

"Dog...dog, I...I hurt so...it hurts..." The old man's face was distorted because of the pain, and she groaned, but her voice was inaudible.

Xiao Wu probably didn’t hear it, or didn’t care when he heard it, and said to himself, “Mom, I’m telling you, you must hold on anyway, at least one week, so that I have money. Yes. I swear to you, I will marry you a daughter-in-law as soon as I have money, one a year, three years to hold two, and pass on the incense of our old Wu family, so that you will not see my father when you go down. No face..."

This set of rhetoric, he used it over and over, probably because he felt that the old man was always confused, so he didn't even bother to perfuse it.

But in fact, although the old man has forgotten many things, he remembers everything he said clearly. elder""

Listening once, twice or three times... At that time, Xiao Wu's attitude was not too perfunctory. Although the old man was also sad, he was at least a little bit comforted. But after listening too much, the only comfort was worn away, and nothing was left.

The pain and despair of the soul are intertwined with the pain of the body, and a little bit the old man's little will to survive.

She looked at Xiao Wu by the bed and pleaded, "The dog...mother hurts, it really hurts...please...please..."

"I know you hurt, but I can't help it, Mom, let me tell you the truth. I mortgaged our old house and fields to others. I borrowed the money, and it’s all over you. So you have to stick to it anyway, otherwise, don't talk about your daughter-in-law, there will be nothing, then what will you take to see my father?"

The same method was used by Wen Fugui once before, and now Xiao Wu is also using it, because he knows that the old people care about these things, they believe in ghosts and gods, and believe that the dead will wait for them below, in order not to let the following People are disappointed, so no matter how hard they are, we must insist on certain things.

It is undeniable that he grasped the minds of the older generation very accurately.

The old man lying in the hospital bed, as he expected, cared about what he said. But he forgot that this is an old body that has been tortured for a long time by illness. It has reached its limit in all aspects. It can persist until now and it is supported by a single breath. In fact, it is no different from a dead person.

The old man was irritated by his words, his eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't catch his breath, so he left.

Xiao Wu lowered his eyes, still talking to himself, when he heard the alarm from the heartbeat monitor, he reacted and he panicked.

"Mom?! Mom, what's wrong with you?! Don't scare me, mom?!" He no longer cared about the so-called ‘rules’, he threw himself on the bed, stretched out his hand, and rudely pushed the old man’s body.

At this moment, he couldn't see that the old man's soul had escaped from that old and weak body. Compared with the body, the soul is almost weightless, as light as a feather, and after being separated from the body, all the pain and torture will also disappear.

This is a relief.

However, the old man's soul did not appear to be relieved at all, and his face was even more twisted and permeating than before. She was floating in the air, and the resentment wandering in the air, as if attracted by something, flooded towards her and penetrated into her soul.

The original pure white soul was polluted a little bit.

This is the process of ordinary souls turning into resentful spirits.

However, when the process reached the last step, a strange aura was born from the blood pool on the roof, and came straight to the resentful spirit that was about to take shape.

Obviously, this is the reason why this building was obviously covered by resentment, but no resentful spirit was born.

But this time it was different. Before that strange breath touched the old man's soul, Yu Heng in the room suddenly raised his hand, and a curse struck it, imprisoning that breath.

The next moment, the resentful spirit took shape.