Chapter 145 Two Impostors

The noisy voices gradually fade away.

A group of demon apostles who were "off work" felt relaxed under the temptation of entertainment activities.

They didn't notice at all that some of them had fallen behind.

In the dimly lit tunnel, with torches lighting up the rock walls on both sides, the "knocked out" Guy's legs weakened and he was about to collapse on the ground.

But then, his rolled eyes suddenly returned to normal. He pushed his arms against the wall next to him and stood up from his semi-paralyzed state.

"The power of the devil..."

He raised his palm and put it in front of his eyes to look at it. Guy couldn't help but frown.

But within a few seconds, he seemed to adapt. He put down his arms and walked towards the workshop, as if he had left something behind.

However, it looks the same as before.

But if anyone familiar with him observes carefully, they will find that Guy is completely different at this time.

He is a young man under thirty years old, with handsome appearance, tall and strong body. His strong hormones make him a little out of character, and his eyes usually have a lively look.

But now, that agile energy has turned into calm, as if in an instant, his mentality has matured by decades.

However, this maturity did not last long.

In about three or four seconds, all the abnormal features on his surface disappeared. Even if his biological parents saw him, they probably wouldn't recognize that Guy was any different from usual.

"Robin, Andy..."

As he walked towards the workroom, he was thinking about someone.

His own doubts have been eliminated, but "Guy" is not stingy in using some special means to achieve his goals.

It was not working time, so the rock tunnel was deserted, so his footsteps became very loud.

But the strange thing is that this kind of movement usually scares some rats that are rampant in the tunnel. Now he walked by, and the rats completely ignored it.

It was as if he was not aware of him.

In other words, he has become part of the surrounding environment!

A mouse even climbed up Guy's left leg and onto his shoulder without realizing it. Guy picked it up and put it aside. It was not frightened at all, but it crawled to other places on its own. The place.

But Guy seemed to have learned some information in the process.

So he paused as he walked towards the workroom, then changed direction at the corner next to him.

Time passes slowly.

The Greedy Demon King's cave is not a temporary building, but it is obviously not a permanent residence, and the surfaces of each tunnel are not clean.

Rats, rats, centipedes, beetles, moss, fungi, etc. make the environment very messy.

There was also a cold and damp smell in the air, and it was very dull due to the lack of ventilation.

Guy's footsteps paused for a moment from time to time, constantly changing directions, and even went further and further away. Without the torch, the light became darker and darker, and finally it was pitch black.

He turned a blind eye to this, and his speed was not affected at all.

It wasn't until he reached another corner of the tunnel and saw a fly lying on the rock wall through the darkness that he stopped.

The fly was just an ordinary black-headed fly. It landed quietly in the cracks of the rock wall. It looked ordinary and had no special smell about it.

But Guy's gaze paused on that little thing for more than ten seconds, as if he saw something special in it.

"My method of hiding everything."

He then made a judgment, but after taking a closer look, he overturned this conclusion.

"Not only the concealment method, but also the shadow of the Nordic elves' breath gathering technique..."

Muttering, he seemed a little surprised, so he shifted his gaze and continued to move forward.

As he passed by, the ordinary-looking fly showed no reaction to his presence.

It's like he didn't see it.

So in the end, Guy successfully came to a dark underground world where ordinary people could not tell the way forward with their naked eyes.

The edge of the tunnel extending out is a cliff-like bulge. Looking forward, it seems to see a dark void.

Below the void, as dark as an abyss, is a grand canyon, with the faint sound of water flowing in the depths of the canyon.

And Robin, Guy's friend who "is in my heart", is standing on the edge of the cliff playing the flute.

Guy's footsteps were loud, but Robin was like that fly, not reacting at all, apparently not noticing any movement.

But when he heard the sound of his flute clearly, Guy was walking towards him, but suddenly stopped.

The sound of the flute is clear and matches the sound of the water below the canyon. It is ethereal and natural, and it is so harmonious that it seems to be one.

Accompanied by the echo of waves of rocks emerging from the depths of the open environment, a wonderful rhythm was transmitted to every corner of the surroundings.

Guy therefore stood where he was and did not come forward to disturb.

He could see what the other party was doing - summoning devil bugs.

From the name, the devil bug seems to be very evil.

But this bug is actually harmless in nature, and can even be said to be extremely docile.

They live in various dark corners, and normally would not interact with humans at all.

The reason why it is called a devil bug is because the secretion of this bug can break the barrier of space and connect a certain area of ​​the human world to hell.

In ancient times, this characteristic was often exploited by hell beings who wanted to enter the human world but could not, and indirectly caused countless disasters.

That's why it's linked to the devil.

But what worries Guy is not the act of summoning devil bugs, but the method used by "Friend Robin" to summon them.

Using music itself to attract life in nature, rather than using extraordinary power to forcefully interfere, is not the mainstream in the current world.

On the contrary, it was very popular in ancient times.

Nowadays, the number of people in this world who know this skill can be counted on one hand.

In a sense, it is an "endangered species" and cannot be encountered at ordinary times.

So he listened quietly, with a nostalgic expression on his face.

Unfortunately, within half an hour, "Friend Robin" who was standing on the edge of the cliff ended his performance and turned around to walk towards him.

Guy frowned unconsciously, a little dissatisfied with the shortness of the music.

However, he did not interfere with this, but allowed the other party to pass by him without realizing it, and finally turned into the tunnel and disappeared from his sight.

Guy then looked towards the cliff where Robin was standing.

Stepping to the edge, he looked down.

His keen vision allowed him to see through the darkness and clearly see a group of gnarled black bugs slowly dispersing beside the stream at the bottom of the underground canyon.

They were obviously the audience of the music just now, and it was time to leave when the music ended.

However, the bugs left quickly. The secretions they left behind when they were listening to music turned a rock next to the stream dark.

"Inducing labor?"

Guy thought, "Using music to stimulate emotions in bugs?"

Devil bugs don't secrete much substance. Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a year to open up a small area connected to hell.

But at this time, looking at the color on the rock, he could tell that in three or four days, an entrance to hell would appear on the surface of the rock.

However, the scale and "quality" of this entrance does not seem to be large. Even if it is opened, at most it can only allow a few miscellaneous soldiers to pass through.

What's the use of this?

Especially, this place is also the lair of the Greedy Demon King...

He observed it for more than ten minutes and saw no other arrangements.

So with a doubtful attitude, Guy returned the same way and finally came to the underground accommodation area of ​​the apostles.

"Dong dong dong——"

Knock on a wooden door in a certain room in the area, and the sound is very clear.

"Who?" came a dull response from inside, which was the unique difficult accent of his friend Robin in his memory.

"it's me."

Guy's tone was dissatisfied, and compared to the past, there was no difference at all in his attitude.

As if he were real.

"We agreed to go relax together, why did you slip away in the blink of an eye?"