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The Minotaur reached out to untie the knot on Madison's wrist, but the fingers, which didn't belong to the same owner, wouldn't cooperate. Madison watched as it tried three times but couldn't grab the end of the rope.

"My own body, no matter how I pieced it together, is not as perfect as the body that God Ian pieced together! Damn it!"

The minotaur muttered, its voice tinged with embarrassment. It tried again but failed, so it let out a low growl of irritation and spat out a small ball of sparks from its nostrils.

"What Pinduoduo body?" Madison felt something about to burst out of her mind, as if her memories were returning. She noticed that the Minotaur Demon only had three fingers on its right hand.

Moreover, they clearly came from different people, with skin colors ranging from pale to dark.

"What exactly are you?" Madison, whose memory was in disarray, was very sensitive to the words "Ian God" and "Pinduoduo." She stopped struggling and just stared intently at the huge demon.

"It seems this thing has affected your memory." With that, the minotaur used its six legs to wipe away a corner of the complex magic circle on the ground.

This is the drawback of using human blood to draw magic circles.

It is easily damaged.

It was nowhere near as good as the "Ian Magic Circle" idea of ​​turning black dog blood into quick-drying paint. Suddenly, Madison thought of a lot of knowledge, and her eyes immediately became clear.

At the same time, the magic circle was damaged.

She immediately felt the low ringing in her ears disappear.

The brain quickly resumed functioning.

"Do you remember me? I am Baal the Abyss Barrel, the trash can that Ian God can't live without." The Minotaur continued trying to untie the ropes binding Madison.

It began to test whether Madison was still Madison, using a tentative tone.

Ian God?

Madison blinked.

The Minotaur Baal continued to speak, offering reminders.

“A little earlier, you took me from the ruins of Ian’s house, and you even tried to make a wish on me, asking me to turn M&M’s into the illegal Happy Beans for you.”

It is helping Madison awaken dormant memories.

have to say.

Outstanding effect.

The memory areas in Madison's brain were suddenly activated.

More memories flooded back, one scene after another flashing before her eyes—the place was a mess, and she packed up her classmate's belongings from the ruins, intending to boast about it the next day.

She found her parents.

He even performed the magic he had just learned for them—real magic, not street tricks. Amidst his parents' gasps of amazement, Madison recalled how he had fought his way through the crowd to get his parents to the official shelter.

"I shouldn't have listened to you, saying I could use those monsters invading the city to film my own personal hero special!" Madison suddenly remembered everything.

She was supposed to stay in the shelter with her parents, but she was tempted by the devil to go out and become a star superhero. However, she was hit on the head while posing for the camera.

It was in a restaurant.

The lighting was dim, and the customers were eerily quiet. As she approached the bar, everyone turned to look—their eyes were all completely black, with no whites.

At the beginning.

Madison thought the lucky people she had saved were contact lens enthusiasts, but then she was ambushed and the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was that they called her the Supreme Witch.

And... the murderer who killed the eldest son has been found.

"That book! Yes! They took that book!"

Madison's eyes widened suddenly, all the memories flooding back. She turned to stare at the cobbled-together minotaur beside her: "And you! You betrayed us the moment you were picked up from the ground!"

In flashbacks of memory.

Madison remembers that the bull-headed creature, which only had a head, betrayed her faster than she could remove her makeup.

Without the slightest hesitation.

In this regard.

Baal, the Minotaur, was not ashamed; he even smiled slightly and subconsciously straightened his back—a movement that made his cobbled-together body creak ominously.

"What I did was to assess the situation and endure hardship; it was true cunning!" it said in a low voice, righteously. "You know, those ghostly things are not human."

“They are demons, demons far more powerful than me, demons who make deals at crossroads. If I want to save you, I have no choice but to use the wisdom I learned from God Ian to become a double agent and infiltrate them.”

"Look, I've seized the opportunity and am waiting for the right moment to strike." For a warrior-type demon, being able to use intelligence is indeed something that makes the minotaur demon very happy.

It became more and more excited as it spoke.

The sparks nearly burned Madison's bangs.

Do you know how expensive my bangs are?

Madison twisted his head and quickly dodged.

She couldn't argue.

I just felt that the other party's logic was damnably reasonable.

“You truly are Ian’s pet.” She raised her chin, trying to hide her earlier panic. “You do have some cleverness. I was just testing you.”

"Of course I understood that a long time ago." The young delinquent still liked to feign wisdom, but she didn't play any smart characters during her limited child star career.

She has basically been playing the role of a bitch since her debut.

Her acting roles are very consistent.

Horror films, dramas, comedies—without exception, the roles she plays all follow the same template: a vicious schoolgirl.

“A test? Only Ian God can test me!” The Minotaur Demon didn’t mock Madison; it simply retorted seriously before looking at the candles on the ground.

"Whoo~"

The intelligent bull-headed demon exhaled through its nose, igniting its own Pinduoduo-like fingers with sparks. Then, it successfully burned through the ropes binding Madison with its burning fingers.

"Zizzizi~"

The rope snapped.

Madison quickly rolled over and climbed down from the eerie stone platform.

"Sure enough, it feels great to use your brain more. Look how hot my hand is!" The Minotaur Demon raised his burning fingers, quite pleased with his current resourcefulness.

"You could have just used the candles on the ground..." Madison didn't have much to say about the demon who saved her; she just flexed her bloodied wrists.

"Where's my phone?"

In this inappropriate place.

The young delinquent girl is trying to take more pictures to accompany sad literature.

“You’d better praise me a few more times in front of God Ian,” Baal mumbled, his burning fingers dripping a thick green liquid that hissed and corroded the stone.

"no problem."

The young delinquent nodded quickly, still needing a favor from the devil Baal, "Can't you really turn my M&Ms into Happy Beans so I can sell them in Hollywood?"

Regarding the issue of drug use in Hollywood.

Everyone knows this.

Those wealthy celebrities offer much higher prices than outsiders.

"Please, I'm just a demon head, not Aladdin's lamp." Baal rolled his eyes dramatically, a rather comical expression for a minotaur.

Hear the words.

Madison pouted.

"Then spit out my M&Ms, the whole bottle! You didn't say that when you ate them." Her memory is now perfect, and she clearly knows what interaction had happened.

"Have you ever seen a trash can spew out trash?" Baal frantically rubbed the magic circle on the ground with his legs, as if trying to destroy the scene to avoid being discovered that he had been there.

after all.

After coming to the human world.

A demon that can walk on six legs is really rare.

Madison was about to retort when he suddenly heard an unusual noise in the distance, along with the chanting of incantations. Baal immediately tensed, his muscles bulging.

Each of its arms grabbed a weapon: a hoe, a hammer, and a mallet. Hearing the commotion outside, the little witch, like the demon Baal, became very nervous.

Have they returned?

Madison looked bewildered.

“It shouldn’t be this early.” Baal’s cloudy eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness. It listened intently for a moment, then shook its head, its horns drawing faint arcs in the air.

"Those guys are busy preparing a summoning ritual, trying to get their leader to set foot in the human world. They shouldn't be returning to this temporary nest before tonight."

The minotaur's voice sounded like muffled thunder emanating from deep within its chest. It had indeed infiltrated the demon organization and obtained a great deal of highly classified information.

"The leader of the demons?" Madison wrinkled his nose. "Is it Lucifer?"

Hear the words.

Baal scoffed, spitting out a few sparks. "That bunch of scum are unworthy to serve Lucifer. The leader of these demons is nothing more than a Crossroads Demon with some skill."

talking.

It flicked its tail dismissively—which was actually half a human spine with a tuft of hair hanging at the end, showing that it had a lot of imagination when it pieced its body together.

“We have to find Ian,” Madison said, biting his lip, a drop of blood seeping from the wound on his forehead as his expression changed. “He definitely knows how to deal with this kind of guy.”

The young delinquent always trusted Ian.

“God Ian definitely doesn’t like anyone touching his books. He will devour all the demons except me.” Baal’s confidence stemmed from his understanding of Ian.

There was still a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

When it mingled with the demons' ranks, it was often asked by the other demons why it was drooling. None of the demons knew that the Abyss Barrel just wanted to eat the scraps left over by Ian.

That's enough for it to evolve again.

Filled with excitement, the demon Baal led Madison cautiously toward the door. The corridor of the abandoned factory was like the intestines of some kind of giant beast, damp, dark, and exuding a stench of rust and rotting flesh.

Madison's feet were on the cold concrete floor.

Every step reminded her of the fear she had felt while lying on the altar.