"Huh... I can finally come up here and take a breath. I really want to come here for a vacation."
A figure gradually rose up from the gloomy hellfire. It was not the devil with bat wings as imagined, nor the minotaur with two horns holding a giant axe, but a handsome British gentleman holding a civilized staff, wearing a straight high-end suit and a slicked back hair. However, the gentleman's face was very pale, so pale that he was almost as scary as paper.
As soon as he came out, he stretched out a lot, looked around leisurely and said, "Oh, everyone, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. The last time was only five years ago. What? Do you miss me so soon?"
Marcus' face was even less blood-colored at this time. He was so sluggish that even his bone marrow had been drained. However, he stubbornly spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and weakly cursed, "Fuck you, who missed you? I summoned your master, not you, this dog."
The young gentleman didn't care about Marcus's harsh words. Instead, he said with a smile on his face, "Oh, dear Marcus, it's not that I want to belittle your status. With your lowly soul, you want my master to come in person. That is absolutely impossible. If it were Jack, I think my master's master would come in person." After that, he pointed elegantly at Jack next to him with his civilized stick.
Jack raised his middle finger to the young gentleman and forced himself to smile, "Haha~ Poor Andrew, I miss you. Do you still want me to kick you back to your fucking hell this time? And why don't you wear that white suit from before? How handsome is that one? Oh, I see. The reason why you don't wear it must be because there is a big footprint of mine on the back of it, and no water in hell can wash it off, haha... cough cough... haha..."
Although Jack spat out a mouthful of blood, he still couldn't stop his wanton laughter. And Andrew's facial muscles twisted violently. Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore. He slammed the civilized stick in his hand to the ground and inserted half of it into the soil. Regardless of his gentlemanly image, he cursed, "You are a fucking human boar. If it weren't for you, Uncle Andrew, I would have no choice but to take advantage of you." In this world, you can't even use 20% of my strength, otherwise there would be no place for you, Thomas, a pig. Just wait, boy. Even if I am summoned by Marcus today and can't kill you, don't worry, it won't be long before my true self comes to this world. At that time, I will draw your soul alive and slowly take it out for torture, so that you and your true self, Rasul, will be finished together, haha..."
Andrew almost said the last sentence through gritted teeth, and after saying the last sentence, his face began to slowly rot, and his skin began to slowly dry up and shrink. He was originally a handsome and handsome guy, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a terrifying zombie that would make people burst into tears just by looking at him.
Seeing Andrew become like this, Jack was not afraid at all. Instead, he said jokingly, "Yes, yes, that's it. This is your true face, ugly devil."
"This Andrew..." Dexter has been able to move since Andrew appeared, but he chose to observe quietly and did not move. Who knew that as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he was scolded by the furious Andrew.
"Can you call me Andrew? No one in hell except my master dares to call me by my name like that, you know? No one dares, you fucking bug." Andrew raised his right hand and made a claw-like gesture in the air. Dexter sucked it in without any resistance, and Dexter's thick neck was pinched hard again, kicking his legs feebly in the air like a child.
"Who gave you the courage to call me that? Huh? You dirty and lowly skinner actually dared to call me by my name and said, who gave you the courage?" Andrew was like a harem who found an outlet and immediately poured out all his anger. Fortunately, the devil has no saliva, otherwise Dexter would probably be drowned by saliva.
"I...I didn't mean it, don't kill me...ah..." Dexter hadn't finished speaking, but Andrew had no patience to listen anymore. He put his nose close to Dexter's mouth and inhaled hard, and two wisps of white smoke visible to the naked eye were sucked into his mouth. In the nose, the two wisps of smoke vaguely merged into two figures, one of which seemed to be Dexter, but the other was blurry. The four little skinners not far away were so frightened when they saw this scene that they immediately ran away, but it seemed that Andrew was too lazy to chase them.
"Well, the taste of the soul of the corpse collector is really nice, and the power is quite strong! But that dirty 'skinner' taste is a bit lacking!" Andrew tilted his head back, his face full of enjoyment. Then he slowly turned around and grinned at the barely conscious Marcus on the ground, saying, "I've completed what you asked for, and now it's time to hit the road. Let's have a good time on the Marcus Spring Road!"
As he spoke, Andrew bent down and gave Marcus a heavy slap on the head, and an identical white phantom of Marcus instantly appeared above him. The phantom floated quietly, staring blankly at the sky, seemingly unaware of who it was or why it was there. Meanwhile, the Marcus on the ground had already slumped to one side, his neck limp, clearly having breathed his last.
At this moment, Jack was in tears. He desperately wished he could rush over and rescue Marcus's soul, even if it meant he couldn't bring him back to life; it would be better than letting him suffer in hell for eternity. But he was unable to do so, as his body simply wouldn't allow it. The fact that he was still conscious and hadn't passed out was already a miracle, and all he could do was bite his lip tightly to keep himself from crying out.
The relationship between Marcus and Jack was truly extraordinary. In a special team of only a dozen people, they were the only two Americans. To Jack, Marcus was both a mentor and a friend. Being from the same country made their bond even stronger, allowing them to share everything without reservation. Jack had saved Marcus's life more than once, and Marcus had similarly repaid Jack's life-saving grace with his own scars.
Marcus had once joked that if he couldn't repay Jack's kindness in this life, he would do so in the next. Now, that good man had left, and he had settled all debts with his own soul.
"Andrew! I swear I will not let you go, even if I have to chase you into hell!" Jack's eyes widened in anger, the veins on his forehead bulging, clearly showing how serious and determined he was when he said this.
Andrew was leisurely dragging Marcus's soul toward a pile of hellfire. Upon hearing Jack's frantic roar, he turned back and coldly smiled, "Is that so? When I find your true self, Ra'shul, I will definitely pass this message on to him!"
After saying this, Andrew slowly disappeared into the green hellfire, and the ever-rising flames of hell also vanished with his disappearance.
The forest returned to its original silence and appearance, devoid of the ghastly green glow, as if all of this had merely been a dream that had never happened...