67 Going To Hell Isn’t Tourism

"Beelzebub, I need to go to hell. Summon me with your true form."

"Human, do you know how much I have to pay for summoning you? A hundred souls!"

Chen Zhao took out a small bag of perfect crystal powder. "Is this enough to compensate for your loss?"

"Of course. It's my pleasure." Beelzebub accepted the trade without hesitation.

"Human, I can summon you too," Raymond suddenly interrupted.

He would snatch whatever Beelzebub had.

"Master, did you forget about me?" Carrie was similarly unwilling to be left out. "I also want to invite you to my house."

"I'll go next time when I have the chance."

"Are you two not ashamed for inviting a living to your rural places? My house is only three days away from Fallen City." Beelzebub looked as if he was from a more developed place.