Chapter 138 The idea of ​​making magic lamps and free labor

Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

Chapter 138 The idea of ​​making magic lamps and free labor

Seeing the devil Salt fleeing quickly, Zhong Ming was not hesitant. He surged with divine power and transformed into an electric python, which cut through the sky like lightning and rushed directly to the direction Salt escaped.

With a whistling sound like angry thunder, the distance between the two quickly narrowed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Salt opened his mouth to beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, go around..."

Before he finished speaking, streaks of metallic energy wrapped around him in the blink of an eye, binding him tightly in a perfect "turtle shell binding" method, and his mouth was blocked by a ball of energy.

There was no resistance, no time to react, and the power of resistance disappeared. He was captured so lightly, and the energy in his body was locked up.

The gap between the second-order and third-order limit states is so big.

In the next moment, Zhong Ming happened to catch Salt, who was falling downwards. He firmly held the other man's neck with one hand and led him to disappear into the sky.

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In an uninhabited cave outside Ant City, Zhong Ming knocked on Salt, who was hanging upside down by him, and began his long-lost interrogation activity. - Squeezing out the enemy as much as possible is a virtue of diligence and frugality.

"Pa—"

An energy light whip condensed from Zhong Ming's divine power hit Salt's body hard, making the elegant Mr. Devil scream in pain.

Zhong Ming's divine power has quite a metallic quality, which is undoubtedly highly effective in terms of lethality. It also has a quite sour taste when used to torture people.

Otherwise, how effective would ordinary torture methods be on Salt, who has been languishing in the hell of jealousy for nearly ten thousand years?

"I ask you questions, do you understand?"

"I answered, can you leave me a way to survive?" Salt raised his eyelids and asked weakly.

"Ouch—"

The divine power was condensed into indestructible energy needles, directed towards Salt's sheep's hooves, and his claws suddenly plunged into it, completely engulfing it.

"You dare to negotiate terms with me?" Zhong Ming waved the light whip in his hand and cracked it several times, beating with some vigor.

"If you say it, you will die, if you don't say it, you will die, so why should I say it? What, do gods have this kind of intelligence?"

Salt, who felt that he was almost certain to die, prepared to indulge in oral pleasure before he died.

"Good guy, there is a tough guy like you among the devils?" Zhong Ming smacked his lips and said in surprise, "If you cooperate with me, I can make you die more quickly.

If I feel happy, I might be able to accept you as my lackey, and you won’t have to die?"

"If you don't cooperate, haha, I heard that you have a very good way of punishing people in hell. I would like to ask you to appreciate the punishments in the human world.

Do you know about Ju Wu Xing? Do you know about Ling Chi? Do you know about hanging? Do you know about cooking? Do you know about castration? Do you know about mutilation? Do you know about insertion of needles? Do you know about stick punishment? Do you know about breaking vertebrae? Do you know about filling with lead? Do you know about playing pipa?

Do you know? Do you know about intestinal evacuation?

Let me explain it to you..."

Salt watched Zhong Ming talk enthusiastically and felt in his heart: Hell is empty and the devil is in the star realm.

Why is this god so skilled at punishment?

"Woof woof~" Salt opened his mouth decisively and said flatteringly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am a dog, I am the best lackey. I have worked for many bosses, including the Earl of Hell..."

The corners of Zhong Ming's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled secretly in his heart: This is the devil in my heart. Why do you look like a tough guy and a hero? Isn't this a joke?

"Ahem, let's recover. I still like your unruly look just now."

Upon hearing this, Salt immediately stopped smiling and said sternly: "Your Majesty, may I ask."

"Tell me which spell models you know, no one is missing."

"How come your Majesty is so interested in such gadgets?" Salter asked with some confusion.

As far as gods are concerned, even if they are official wizards of the ninth ring and demigods at the limit (third level limit), the forbidden spells they can cast are just that, and they can even hurt gods with weak divine power.

Compared with the divine power, authority and divine body of the gods, the wizard's spells are still weak.

There are only a handful of examples where legendary wizards (level 4) have killed gods, namely Poseidon Sri, Savid... and so on, but have missed some gods who were seriously injured to the point of being half-dead in the battle between gods.

From the nine-ring epic wizard to the legendary wizard, due to the suppression of some gods, it is even more difficult to be promoted to the legendary wizard under the age of knowledge.

However, many gods are still upright, and there are also many gods who secretly learn wizard spells.

Based on the concept of "I have what others have, I have excellence in others", Zhong Ming, who desires extraordinary knowledge to the point of greed, will naturally not be willing to lag behind the gods.

Involution is everywhere.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say what I ask you to say. Your skin is itchy again, right?" Zhong Ming immediately slapped Salt's body with the whip several times.

Salt screamed in pain a few times, and did not dare to talk any more nonsense. He started to talk bit by bit from the most basic spell models he had dabbled in.

This lecture was about the stars changing and the sky was slightly bright. Seeing Salt still talking non-stop, Zhong Ming couldn't sit still.

Zhong Ming saw that he was rich in skills with his true seeing eye, and was ready to drain him of his extraordinary knowledge before killing him, but wouldn't this be too time-consuming?

"Stop, stop!"

"Sir, what's wrong?" Salt asked in confusion.

"You are saying that until the end of the year of the monkey, is there any faster way?"

“What does the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse mean?”

"Papa-"

After a few more whips, Zhong Ming said: "I told you to stop talking nonsense, stop talking nonsense, you just deserve a beating, right?"

After screaming in pain, Salt almost shed tears of grievance and said: "Yes, of course, I can still use the memory transfer spell."

"Papa-"

"If you didn't tell me earlier, you would be sincerely wasting my time, right?"

After all, Salt couldn't help but shed black and red tears, and said aggrievedly: "Your Majesty, you didn't ask."

"Huh?" Zhong Ming raised his whip.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, it's my ignorance of current affairs, my stupidity, my lack of eyesight.

My Majesty, please stop beating me. You have been beaten all night. If you beat me again, I will go to Hades." Salt felt his body with old wounds not healed and new wounds coming back, and he felt sad for a moment.

"Then why don't you get to work quickly? Do you still need me to remind you?"

"Yes, yes, um, your Majesty, do you think I'm suitable to be a dog?" Salter asked with a flattering face and uneasiness in his heart.

Hell bless, hell bless, hell bless me to survive...

Zhong Ming thought about it for a moment. Although this big devil scared Shana's family, he was caught by him before he could do any actual harm. It was okay to leave him as a lackey.

"Besides, living is much more painful than death." Zhong Ming made up his mind to let Salt taste what suffering is in the world.

"You," Zhong Ming walked away, as if thinking about Salt's life and death. Under his expectant, fearful and anxious gaze, he slowly said,

"I think you still have the potential to be a lackey, and you have a lot of experience as a lackey.

After careful consideration, I decided to accept you as my lackey.

You have to be grateful for this hard-won opportunity to be reborn, and be a good dog, do you understand?"

Salt cried with joy for a moment, thankful to have finally escaped death.

As for being a dog for people, oh, gods, what's wrong with it? It's not like he's never done it before, he has a lot of experience.

I haven't known a hundred and eighty masters in hell, and I haven't known a hundred and eighty adoptive fathers. How can I call myself a hell elite rising from the bottom?

"Your Majesty, no, Master, this is a ray of my soul origin, please keep it." Salter handed over his lifeline in an upright manner.

The soul origin is one of the absolute lifeblood of every intelligent life. There are not many ways in Zoya world to use this soul origin to eliminate slaves.

Zhong Ming put away this ray of soul origin, took out a piece of pure gold and rolled it into gold paper, which served as a blank spell scroll. He now learned and sold the Devil's Contract Technique, and wrote hundreds of unequal treaties.

After signing at the master's position, Zhong Ming pointed to the slave's position and motioned for Salt to sign.

"Oh, sign this and swear allegiance to me to the River Styx according to the content above. Your life will be temporarily saved."

Salt signed the slave contract "with tears of joy" and excitedly swore allegiance to Zhong Ming to Styx.

This was the first time he had seen such a cautious master. If all the masters he had stabbed in the back were like this, how could he possibly rise?

Salt then used memory transfer, transferring all the skills he had accumulated in hell for nearly ten thousand years including spell models, contracts, runes, pharmacies, formations, etc. to Zhong Ming.

Although most of this knowledge tends to be destructive, there is also a lot of useful knowledge.

After Zhong Ming carefully checked that there were no errors or omissions with his true eye, he was satisfied and stopped extracting knowledge from him.

Seeing that it was about to get dark, Zhong Ming also planned to return to Ant City to handle the follow-up matters.

"Your size is a bit of a hindrance."

Zhong Ming looked at Salt and thought: I can't carry around a lackey with such an image. It would damage my glorious image too much.

Salt was a little embarrassed by Zhong Ming's gaze, and took the initiative to change back to the appearance of an old gentleman, looking at Zhong Ming flatteringly, fearing that he would be humanely destroyed because of his ugliness.

Zhong Ming still shook his head: "No, no, you still have to scare Shana and the others. By the way, give me the contract you signed with Miller."
To be continued...