But before little Morgan could take a breath, old Morgan returned to his vigorous and fierce appearance. He turned over and tried to strangle him again.

"Ah, you really want to kill me? I..."

Little Morgan was frightened and angry. Maybe it was the anger that gave him strength, or maybe he was possessed by his "divine power". He yelled and elbowed the old Morgan next to him to the ground.

Then he pounced on his father, straddling his neck, and said ferociously: "I want you to die, you lunatic, you actually want to kill me."

Old Morgan's cheeks were bruised from the pain, his eyes turned white, and with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, he said with difficulty: "Demon...devil..."

"Devil? Yes, you are possessed by a demon. Not only do you want to destroy mankind, you also want to kill your own son, you demon...

No, you really want to be a demon, and you want to create sins and go to hell to become a demon lord?

Haha, you lunatic, devil, go to hell!" Little Morgan shouted with a twisted smile as the veins on his neck were exposed.

"Chris, the devil is behind you!"

Suddenly, old Morgan, who was being strangled, screamed clearly.

Little Morgan's expression became condensed, and Old Morgan quickly said: "Chris, don't kill me. I can't die in your hands. The devil has deceived us."

"Devil?" Little Morgan turned his head blankly and looked at the old gentleman behind him and murmured.

The old gentleman took off his hat and bowed slightly to salute, nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I am a visitor from hell."

Little Morgan regained some clarity and said warily: "Who are you and when did you come in? Why are there no bodyguards outside?"

"Chris, let go. If you kill your biological father, you will go to hell. I can die, but I can't be killed by you!" Old Morgan cried sadly, interrupting his son's question.

"ah"

Only then did little Morgan react. He let go of his hands like an electric shock, kicked his legs randomly, and stayed far away from his father.

"Hehe...hehe...hehehahaha..."

The old gentleman chuckled lightly at first, and then his laughter became louder and louder. In an instant, the vast ward was filled with his proud and joyful laughter.

"Who are you? Johnson, Duke, come quickly, Johnson..." Little Morgan was lying on the ground, shouting the name of the bodyguard toward the door.

"What's your name? Do you want everyone to know that you killed your father?" the old gentleman said with a smile.

"I didn't, my father is not dead!"

Little Morgan denied it repeatedly, but suddenly saw that his father's neck shriveled up abnormally, and then his eyes... became deathly silent.

"I-I'm dead?"

Old Morgan woke up with a start, then turned over. The pain and weakness were gone. He was as agile as if he was 18 years old again.

But when I turned around and looked at it, I said, "Oh, no."

Old Morgan looked at his dead body, held his head and knelt down, wailing miserably.

"Bah bang bang!"

"Hey hey hey!"

The old gentleman clamped the civilized stick in the creaking hole, laughed excitedly, and clapped his hands quickly.

"Hey, the Morgan family never disappoints me, and this generation is even more surprising."

Old Morgan's body was lying on the ground, and another old Morgan stood blankly above the body. This scene brought little Morgan to the verge of collapse.

"I, I killed my father? Haha, then, I will never be redeemed in this life?" Little Morgan looked at his hands and said with a silly smile.

"Ohgod! God, why do you treat us father and son like this?

I hate, I curse, God, you bastard, you ****..." Old Morgan's soul cried sadly.

"Good scolding, God, that old guy is a bastard." The old gentleman clapped his hands and laughed.

"You devil, you tempted me and came to harm my son again. I will fight with you!"

Old Morgan shouted and rushed towards the old gentleman.

"ah"

But as soon as he got within one meter of the old gentleman, old Morgan fell to the ground, holding his head and wailing.

Moreover, patches of dark red scales about the size of fingernails began to appear on the exposed skin such as the back of his hands and forehead.

"Why is this happening? Why? God is unfair!" Old Morgan cried.

"Why? Haha, why do you think your ancestor can become the emperor of the United States? Haha, because, just like you, I also have deals with them!" the old gentleman laughed.

"But, our previous agreement...my son, no!"

Old Morgan suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and then began to wail miserably, with a hint of regret and despair that could not be concealed in his voice.

The old gentleman clapped and laughed, bending over with laughter, "Remember? In the agreement, you will use the power of the Morgan family to disrupt the world, and I will help you and your son become great devils.

It’s a pity that your son seems to want to flatter old man God, isn’t that just what you want now?”

"No, no, that's not the case. It's all because of you."

Old Morgan shook his head repeatedly, pointed at the old gentleman and cursed: "You evil devil, you tempted me to fall, deliberately confused my mind, and controlled my behavior...

Everything was done to create opportunities for Chris to kill his father, and it was you who directed all of this!"

"Hey, don't be like this. Am I a coercive man? If you say that, don't you lower my style? Everything comes from your inner desire. At most, I magnified it." The old gentleman said.

Waving his hands.

"Father, stop crying. Now, let us discuss the previous plan with His Majesty!" Little Morgan slowly stood up, came to the old gentleman, knelt down respectfully, and turned to his father and said.

"Chris, you" Old Morgan was shocked.

"Hey, do I still have a choice now?" Little Morgan said in a faint voice.

"Chris, you are confused!"

Old Morgan stamped his feet and lamented: "I was bewitched before and went crazy. You are different. You are still young and can still wait for the establishment of the underworld."

"Ahem, the contract has been signed, and Maya Hansen can't help you." The old gentleman joked.

"When? When did I sign a contract with you?" Little Morgan suddenly raised his head and asked in surprise.

"Whoosh!"

A simple parchment scroll suddenly appeared in the old gentleman's right hand. The parchment was open and there were many wriggling and twisted words on it.

"Well, you can't understand? This way..."

Then, a picture like a water mirror appeared above the text: Old Morgan pinched little Morgan's neck, and the old gentleman sat beside the bed and asked slowly, "Do you need help?" Little Morgan said, "Help, help me...

....”

The moment Morgan Jr. responded, the words "Chris Morgan" that appeared under the contract were entirely in Morgan's handwriting.

"Well, this is the signing process. As for the content of the contract... the slave does not need to know what rights he has, because... he has no rights at all. Everything you have belongs to me, the lord of hell, Mephisto! Ha!

Ha ha......"

The old gentleman instantly transformed into a middle-aged man, and his black tuxedo turned into a red leather windbreaker and leather pants. He spread his arms and laughed proudly.

"Bang"

The door was slammed open, and under Mephisto's dull eyes, a group of soldiers wearing silver combat uniforms rushed into the ward. Without saying a word, they held submachine guns with golden light and faced them with a burst of "chunk!"

.

"What? Why was my barrier broken by these mortals?"
Chapter completed!