There was information about the sacrifice in the witch's memory, and combined with Jennifer's story, Russell understood the general story of what happened.
To put it simply, the Low Shoulders were crazy about being famous and unwilling to be minions for the rest of their lives, so they made a deal with the devil and sacrificed a virgin to him.
Ridiculously, they approached Jennifer and decided she was a virgin!
This is a puzzling judgment. Maybe it's because Jennifer deliberately walked with her legs together, or it could be for other reasons. In short, Jennifer was sacrificed, stabbed a dozen times at the edge of the waterfall, and her life and soul belonged to the devil.
After a failed sacrifice, the devil was about to enjoy a feast, but found that the delicious food in his mouth was actually a lump of dog feces, and spit out Jennifer directly.
Fortunately, Jennifer received part of the devil's power, healed her physical wounds, and did not die. But the devil's power will eventually dissipate, and she has to replenish energy by eating people so that she will not die.
Russell refused to comment on what happened to Jennifer. Instead, some idiots from the Low Shoulders band made him feel really stupid. Ever since the legend of the devil appeared, I have never heard of anyone making a deal with the devil and dying peacefully in old age.
Russell understood this, and in his opinion the Low Shoulders also understood it, but the desire for fame and fortune overcame reason, and he was lucky enough to think that he was a special case, and that the devil would keep his promise.
"Then the question is, why did the Low Shoulder Band know that there is a devil in the whirlpool under the waterfall, and where did they know how to make a deal with the devil?"
Russell discovered a blind spot, and he thought he might be able to get something from these people.
"Russell..." Jennifer looked at Russell timidly, with fear and hunger mixed in her eyes. She swallowed and said, "I'm so hungry, can you give me a bite?"
Without eating flesh and blood, Jennifer's body will wither, her strength will weaken, and she will get closer to death.
Jennifer's voice fell, and before Russell could reply, he covered his head and screamed in pain. Because of slavery, she cannot have the idea of harming Russell. Even a thought will be sanctioned by the contract.
It's tragic for Jennifer, but good news for Russell, at least he doesn't have to worry about being bitten while sleeping.
"If you want to eat meat... it's not impossible..." Russell raised his eyebrows and came up with a damaging move. It can't be called a damaging move. It should be called using evil to fight evil.
He had a general understanding of Jennifer's current situation. It must be fresh human flesh, not animal flesh, nor frozen goods from the hospital morgue.
Russell was not that cruel to let Jennifer hunt cannibals, but he knew that there was someone who could feed Jennifer for a lifetime.
"Come on, the moon is so beautiful, let's go out for a walk and solve your food source."
Russell walked out of the basement and picked up the coat on the side. Jennifer was unbearably hungry and followed Russell closely regardless of her sloppy appearance. She is now like a drug addict. Before she is satisfied, she will not consider anything, even the beauty she cares about most.
Arriving at the garage, Russell took Jennifer into the car. It was not a Lamborghini, but a second-hand Chevrolet. The fate is so wonderful. Even if they are two worlds apart, Jennifer's face will be related to Chevrolet.
Russell was driving on the road he came from. Yes, the person who could eat for a lifetime was Michael. With the body of a demon, Michael was an inexhaustible source of meat.
The Chevrolet was not as fast as the Lamborghini. Jennifer in the passenger seat shrank her hands and feet, licked her lips from time to time and looked at Russell, and then screamed again and again. She was so hungry that she knew she couldn't touch Russell, but she couldn't help fantasizing about biting him.
Russell is still too naive. In fact, he can feed Jennifer by himself, as long as he often soaks wolfberry in a thermos cup and takes good care of his body, because... one drop of that thing is equivalent to ten drops of blood.
Once in the morning and once in the evening, Jennifer is a beautiful girl with super powers!
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As the Chevrolet was driving, the beam of the car's headlights illuminated several passers-by from time to time. Jennifer lay on the car window with a look of salivation on her face, her eyes following the passers-by, and she swallowed dryly.
“Russell, can this be eaten?”
"no!"
"Here, he looks very strong. It doesn't matter if he loses a piece of meat."
"No way!"
After several times in a row, Jennifer became a little discouraged and felt that Russell was playing tricks on her. Suddenly, the car slowed down, and she looked up. In the middle of the road illuminated by the car lights, there stood a man wearing a dark blue mechanic's uniform, holding a kitchen knife and wearing a white human skin mask.
Michael stayed up most of the night and was on his way to Russell's house!
"Russell, is this... okay?"
Russell grinned and whispered: "Okay, go and eat!"
When Jennifer heard this, she felt like she was being pardoned. She broke free from the seat belt and got out of the car, and rushed towards Michael with a fierce look.
Russell got out of the car, leaned against the car door, folded his arms and watched the two guys struggling. Both of them have inhuman abilities, and the fight would be a horrific R-rated movie with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Jennifer is less than 1.7 meters tall, and is more than two times smaller than Michael, who is over 1.9 meters tall. Because of hunger, his strength was at its lowest point, and he was crushed in strength as soon as they fought.
It stands to reason that Jennifer cannot be Michael's opponent, at least not before he is full, but Russell decided to wait and see, there are exceptions to everything, just like when a king meets a bronze, it is not certain who will fall first.
Michael has an immortal body. In addition to fatal injuries that can temporarily stop his activities, he can suffer minor injuries such as broken limbs without even frowning. He has a strong ability to continue fighting and is likely to have no pain.
In terms of strength, speed, nervous reaction, etc., Michael is a step beyond ordinary people. Although his fighting ability is average, he can beat many strong men with his physical fitness.
In comparison, Jennifer is much inferior. Except for the devil's ability, she has nothing else and her combat experience is equivalent to zero. If it weren't for his immortality, Michael would have been stabbed to death long ago, but even so, the current situation is not good.
After a struggle, Michael grabbed Jennifer's neck with one hand and lifted her up in the air. Michael ignored Jennifer's bloody mouth and stabbed her repeatedly with a kitchen knife.
Russell keenly captured that Jennifer deliberately avoided the heart position. Although she is also immortal, she still has weaknesses.
Michael stabbed Jennifer seven times, then raised his big foot and kicked Jennifer in the chest, kicking her directly to Russell's feet. After doing all this, Michael stood quietly, looking at Russell from a distance.
As silent as ever, Michael cherished his words like gold and was as cold as ice. He held the kitchen knife stained with blood, as if to tell Russell, it's your turn.
Russell lowered his head and glanced at Jennifer. The wounds on her body were healing extremely slowly. She was very weak due to hunger and excessive blood loss.
Russell stepped over Jennifer and walked straight towards Michael, shaking his wrists and ankles as he walked, pumping his fists and jumping twice from time to time.
"Come on, Michael!"
Michael responded to the challenge, holding the kitchen knife. He did not warm up, and the distance between each step was precise, like a robot.
The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, and each can see their own reflection in the other's pupils. The moonlight is blocked by black clouds, murderous intent looms, the air suddenly becomes dark, Michael raises the kitchen knife, and Russell... pulls it out from behind. Out came the Sand Eagle God.
Michael: "..."
Bang!
The headless corpse fell down, and the strong smell of blood spread in the air. Jennifer crawled over on all fours, spread herself on Michael and feasted.
The picture was so eye-catching that Russell turned sideways and felt nauseous listening to the sound of eating, and decided to stop eating Jennifer from today on.
On the other side, Jennifer ate and drank a lot, burped with satisfaction, and grinned, revealing two rows of bloody red teeth with shredded meat still on them.
Jennifer stopped eating, and Michael's body began to recover crazily. It was also recovering before, but not as fast as Jennifer ate. Now there is no consumption, and the recovery is visible to the naked eye.
"Russell, what kind of monster is he?"
"Just like you, he is a minion of the devil."
"I am not a minion of the devil!!"
"Yes, you are just a defective product, not qualified as a minion!" Russell looked at Michael who was about to finish his reply and took out the nylon rope from the trunk.
The nylon rope couldn't even tie Jennifer, and it was certainly of no use to Michael. However, Russell had already prepared for this. He muttered something in his mind, and under Jennifer's stunned attention, he took out three rolls of medical bandages from his arms.
