A several hundred pound white pig and one produced by Hell at that.
If it hit someone, not to mention an ordinary human, even Woo Manyeo would have a hard time handling it.
Woo Manyeo tightly pulled the iron chain, trying to control the pig and dog and make them obey him.
"Stop. Sit. Stop."
No matter how Woo Manyeo commanded them, the two unruly pets did not listen.
Since soft methods did not work, only force remained.
Woo Manyeo released the chain and raised his hand.
The pig and the dog simultaneously slammed into the ceiling with a loud crash, creating a large hole in it.
He could sense that the pig and dog could understand his intentions.
After all, they were products from Hell, not ordinary animals.
It was just that their obedience was too poor, and their previous owner clearly had not trained them properly.
Woo Manyeo dusted off his hands and looked up at the ceiling while lecturing the pig and dog.
"In the future, when I say go, only then are you allowed to move. Do you remember that?"
Wyll watched a demon pig charging straight at him. He originally thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly, it was blocked by that demon.
"You, you are not going to kill me anymore?"
"Ah… this, sorry, you misunderstood. I just want to use this opportunity to train my pets' obedience."
Of course he was still going to collect the soul.
Demon transactions were not some kind of forced buying and selling.
Everything required mutual agreement and it had already been negotiated in advance.
The contract was already signed.
Although there was a bit of merchant-like cunning involved, it was still a market behavior.
After all, Hell could provide things that no one else could offer.
A unique monopoly, so naturally they could set the price however they wanted.
Anyway, there was no such thing as a Hell Market Regulation and Compliance Authority.
Being a shady merchant in Hell did not require any guilt at all.
Upon hearing this, the last light in Wyll's eyes faded away.
The gun in his hand loosened and fell onto the desk.
After seeing Woo Manyeo's methods, he knew he could not escape.
He looked at the photo on the desk.
His wife, two sons, and one daughter were smiling at him.
He had already arranged everything after his death, so there were no more regrets.
"After I die… will I be tortured in Hell? Will I become a demon?"
Woo Manyeo glanced at the husky still causing chaos on the ceiling.
It would take a while to deal with it, so he casually made up nonsense to answer him.
"Torture? Not really. They are very lazy. Don't worry, Hell is not a scary place. Other than the demons being a bit lazy, there are no other problems. Becoming a demon… is not that easy either. The probability is very low."
To be honest, Woo Manyeo was not sure what the exact conditions for transforming into a demon were.
In the Abyss, he had several moments where his consciousness almost scattered and he nearly disappeared.
He had survived entirely on sheer willpower.
Thinking about it, whether one could transform was probably related to soul energy or something like that.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine came from outside the house.
It sounded like someone had returned home.
Wyll's expression changed drastically. He did not even have time to feel fear anymore. He quickly stood up from his chair and walked to the window to check. He saw his wife parking the car alone and preparing to go inside.
What is going on.
He had clearly told his wife to take the children to her mother's house.
Why did she come back early.
Wyll immediately turned back and looked toward the demon at the door and desperately pleading in a low voice.
"My wife has nothing to do with all this. She knows nothing. Please, please let her go. I still have three children. The children cannot live without their mother."
At this moment, Wyll was even more panicked than when facing his own death.
He was almost about to kneel down.
Woo Manyeo calmly replied, "Don't worry. Only your name is on the contract. I am very trustworthy."
...
"Dear, dear, can you hear me? Which room are you in?"
Theresa, unlike Woo Manyeo, could not sense human aura from a distance, so she was searching room by room for her husband.
"Dear, I am calling you, why are you not answering me?"
Theresa pushed open the door of the study and looked at Wyll who was completely lost and her face full of worry.
"Dear, your condition has been really bad lately. What happened? Did you encounter problems at work? I have told you many times, money can never be earned endlessly. Why are you working so hard!"
Theresa had long smooth blonde hair falling over her shoulders with part of it tucked behind her ear.
Her face always carried a smile.
Even though her words sounded like complaints, her tone was extremely gentle and every her sentence filled with concern.
Before she even fully entered the room, she already saw her husband Wyll staring blankly at an empty chair in the corner of the study.
"Dear? What are you looking at? Is there something there?"
Wyll saw Woo Manyeo sitting on a chair beside the bookshelf while curiously observing the couple.
"You, you cannot see it?"
"Should I be seeing something?"
Wyll then turned his gaze toward the ceiling.
On the ceiling, a big fat pig was completely motionless, while a husky beside it was constantly struggling.
"Ah—"
Theresa screamed when she looked at the ceiling.
Just as Wyll was about to comfort his wife and explain everything to her and tell her not to be afraid.
"What happened here, how did you make such a huge hole in the ceiling! Even the lamp is shattered. Huh? This is not a ceiling collapse… this is… an upward dent? How did this even happen?"