"Devil! I am willing to use this pure body and white soul to summon you to this world and sign a lifelong contract with me."
The cold and sharp knife gradually came closer to his chest.
Why, why did he die.
Why aren't these people dying, these damn people.
The moment the knife was inserted into his chest, he saw a man with six wings hanging above him, a black feather fell on his face, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, but it was not the smell of his blood, but theirs.
He signed a contract with the devil. No matter what kind of power it is, whether it is from the devil or from hell, as long as it can help revenge, he can accept it.
From then on, he took a cat on the road of revenge.
Intention: No matter where you are born, as long as your heart remains unchanged, you can remain standing.