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They cannot leave the house's boundaries. This means that while these souls can move freely within the house, they cannot enter the outside world or return to the underworld or heaven.

“I bet Lucifer entered the human world from here too!” Ian pressed his face against the car window, examining the murder house with great interest. Through the dusty windows, he could see countless souls trapped inside, their faces contorted, their empty eyes staring intently out the window, as if screaming silently.

"Why use the verb 'drill'?!" The demon's head was so frightened that its tongue was tied in knots; it had never seen anyone dare to offend the Lord of Hell like this.

"Because I love to tell the truth."

Ian pushed open the car door, shouldered the sack, carried the demon's head, and swaggered towards the mansion. The spirits wandering inside immediately stirred upon seeing him.

"The Witcher! It must be the Witcher!" An old woman dressed in 20s clothing backed away in terror.

"No, I am the Supreme Being of the Golden Palace of the Heavenly Emperor, the Natural Wonderful Being, the True One, Ian." Ian made up a story on the spot, completely ignoring the ghosts who were running away in terror.

He started ransacking the house, turning everything upside down. Amidst the chaos of the spirits, they first ripped off floorboards, then smashed walls, and Ian even dismantled the toilet.

however.

But he could never find the entrance to hell.

"Where's the entrance?!"

Ian kicked the bathtub in a fit of rage.

The tiles shattered all over the floor.

at this time.

A cold female voice came from behind.

"Kid, don't you know that to get to hell, you need a key?"

The voice was filled with displeasure.

Ian turned around abruptly and saw a tall woman leaning against the doorframe. She was wearing a tight leather outfit, her eyes were sharp as knives, and she was tossing an old coin in her hand—the very one Lucifer often played with.

"Mazeg?"

Ian's eyes lit up.

"Would you like to go home and sit for a while together?"

He extended an invitation to the female devil bartender he had met once before, but his enthusiasm was met with indifference, and the female devil bartender simply rolled her eyes and tossed him a coin.

"Don't flatter yourself, kid."

Done.

The possibly narcissistic female demon then turned and disappeared into the shadows.

"Oh, so this is the power of God Ian! Someone is actually waiting here to deliver the key to you! And it's none other than the Hell Vice-Lord who once annihilated me!"

The demon's head was so excited that it became incoherent.

"His Holiness Lucifer and you two are indeed quite close!"

It tried to fawn over Ian, but little did it know that its words would immediately trigger a reaction in Ian.

"Lucifer, you're not allowed to have a crush on me!" He rushed to the window and yelled at the Los Angeles night sky, "Did you hear me! I don't like to shower! I have a bad temper! I also like to be violent at home—"

The words are not finished yet.

The coin in my hand suddenly started to glow.

"Vroom vroom vroom—" The Hellcat's engine started without warning, smashing through the door and crashing into the house. Ian reacted quickly, flipping onto the roof of the car.

"Let's go!"

He laughed and grabbed the roof rack.

The Hellcat roared and charged toward the wooden door that had suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. In the instant it smashed open, what lay behind the door was not the original bedroom, but a thick darkness.

There.

It was the road to hell. The next second, the eager Hellcat, carrying Ian, Will in the sack, and the terrified screaming demon head, rushed into the entrance to hell.

[P.S.: I still owe another 10,000, which will come at the end of the month.]

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Chapter 158 Ian and the Three Palaces Demon! The New King of Hell!

Bloodshed blotted out the sun.

The sky above hell was a solidified dark red, and countless translucent souls drifted across the cracked earth. They wandered aimlessly, their empty eyes reflecting eternal torment.

This is Limbo, the edge of hell, where lost souls will linger forever.

"They say that souls are assigned a place after death, but in this hell, there are still so many souls who can't afford a place to live," Ian thought to himself, sitting on the roof of the Hellcat.

This is clearly the result of Lucifer's negligence. Lucifer, at three years old, simply does not possess the wisdom of the evil god Ian—the best revenge against God should clearly be to build Hell to be better than Heaven.

If every soul in hell has a house and a car, and every man and woman is given a few shapeshifting imps with Mystique's abilities, who would still dream of going to heaven to enjoy bliss?

When the two poles are reversed, hell is the place to enjoy happiness!

"Alas, I have a heart full of passion, but alas, I don't have a hellish pass. So I can only occasionally drop by and help the demons cut off some extra kidneys and livers..."

Ian likes to cut things.

He only promised not to scalp the demons.

"Praise be to you! Great God Ian! Your idea is truly brilliant! You are so ruthless and cunning, you are absolutely born to be the great lord of Hell!" The demon bull-headed demon's flattery tactics were limited to a few tricks, and Jiang Mo had run out of ideas. It also wanted to get a share of the demons' kidneys from Ian.

what?

Were they all its compatriots?

Demons prey on their own kind!

A demon that doesn't eat its own kind isn't a good demon! The Hellcat's engine, which was trying to refuel at a self-service gas station, roared with pleasure, leaving two trails of blue smoke on the scorched earth.

"Cunning, I like that assessment. If you're going to give me a good assessment, give me a few more." Ian always thought it was a compliment, and he patted the head on his waist with satisfaction.

In the distance, a colossal gate made of piled bones gradually came into view—the entrance to the depths of hell. Countless rotting arms writhed helplessly on the hill of corpses before the gate.

"Woo——"

As the Hellcat drew closer.

Suddenly, the ghouls let out a collective, piercing wail. This sound awakened the slumbering gatekeeper, and a five-meter-tall lava giant rose from the pile of corpses.

The chains binding him rattled.

"He who comes is stopped!"

The gatekeeper demon's voice was like muffled thunder.

"A hellish realm, where the living cannot survive."

It wasn't pausing intentionally; the Hellcat simply didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, launching a catapult and charging straight at him. The entire vehicle crashed into the demon's chest like a raging bull.

"Bang~"

Not only did the gatekeeper demon suffer, but the gates of hell that couldn't be opened in time were also affected. The hellcat slammed the gatekeeper demon and the gate together, sending them flying into the inner ring of hell.

In this layered, multi-dimensional hell, perhaps this is truly the first time in history that such a thing has happened, and hell has welcomed a rather localized "Great Sage on a Bicycle"!

"Meow~" The Hellcat pressed down on the gatekeeper demon, emitting an excited horn sound. Suddenly, dozens of metal straws popped out of the fuel tank and stabbed at the massive gatekeeper demon.

It's in a hurry.

They yearn for the nourishment of demon blood.

Just like Ian could never forget the demon god after eating it, and the hellcat that drank demon blood found everything else tasteless. This is probably a typical example of being spoiled and having a picky palate.

"Get away! Damn it! You're not a demon! What are you?" The gatekeeper demon struggled frantically, but the hellcat's protruding straws clung to it like leeches.

Perhaps because the gatekeeper demon was of a high rank, his skin was extremely defensive. Even though the Hellcat used all its strength, it could only make a "gurgling" sound.

Unable to break through the opponent's defense.

Of course, not a single drop of Hell's Magic Oil could be extracted.

"Woo woo~" It honked pitifully, its headlights flashing as if it were complaining, and its exhaust pipe spewed out a few puffs of black smoke to express its disappointment. And Ian couldn't bear to see his beloved Hellcat go hungry.

It saved Ian's family's lives.

"What a clueless demon! A smart demon would know to stick his vein into my cat's gas tank himself!" Ian suddenly pulled a short sword that shone with holy light from his palm-sized pants pocket. He ignited a not-so-strong holy flame, which emitted a rule representing absolute sharpness.

"No! You are an archangel! The archangel is attacking Hell! Lord Lucifer, save me!" The gatekeeper demon's pupils suddenly dilated, his ferocious face filled with terror.

Its cries for help echoed across the desolate, hellish wasteland.

however.

But there was no response—which was normal, as Lucifer was currently training his good brother and had no interest in dealing with the countless demons in Hell.

"Swish! Swish!"

Ian swiftly delivered two blows to the demon, whose flesh was instantly torn apart like crispy roasted meat, and scalding hot demon blood, like lava, gushed from the wounds.

The Hellcat's straw immediately began to tremble excitedly as it began to devour its food.

"Leave some for me! Leave some for me!" The demon head Baal was so anxious that its ears twitched. It rolled from Ian's waist to the ground and opened its huge mouth to start tearing at the demon's flesh.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +996]

The demon head ate meat, the hellcat drank blood, and Ian consumed energy; everyone seemed to have a bright future. The demon head, however, was the weakest; it ate only a few bites before getting full and starting to evolve again.

however.

Its evolution, however, is not as obvious as that of the Hellcat.

With eating.

The Hellcat's exterior was clearly changing—the dark red armor writhed like a living thing, sharp horns grew from the front of the vehicle, and the exhaust pipes transformed into the shape of devil horns.

[Hell OS 2.0 is being installed. New features: Soul Navigation, Sin Radar, Demon Voice Assistant] Clearly, this update includes an extra surprise.

The upgraded Hellcat excitedly drifted in place, its tires burning a "666" mark on the ground.

“Not bad, not bad, now it truly deserves the name 'Hellcat'.” Ian looked at his beloved car with satisfaction. It seemed that Hellcat, which knew how to use double entendres, had also become quite intelligent.