The instant his heart was removed, the wound on his chest had already healed. The emptiness inside him seemed to be gradually filled by something.
In the blink of an eye, the strong thumping of a heart came from his chest again.
"It's already done? What miraculous medicine." Jeff placed the removed heart onto a plate on the table and looked at Wu Heng. "Do I need to offer up my heart too?"
"You don't. You didn't play much of a role back then."
"Fine."
Budiman, standing nearby, reached out and took the knife. "I'll handle Satan. I've been fighting the Satan Cult for most of my life. They definitely know I exist and hold a grudge against me. I'm the most suitable one."
Anita was actually suitable as well. She had killed one of Satan's children. But she was currently drafting the plan, and no one wanted to disturb her. Everyone had their own job.
No one objected after hearing that. When it came to dealing with the Satan Cult, Budiman was undoubtedly the authoritative expert.
They had only come into contact with the cult recently. Unlike him, they had not drawn that much hatred.
Budiman took the dagger and stabbed it into his own chest without hesitation.
He had fought evil spirits for decades as an ordinary man. Injuries like this were nothing, let alone after all the brushes with life and death he had endured. He had long since seen through the value of life.
"Wait!" Wu Heng hurriedly called out, but before he could finish speaking, Budiman's dagger had already plunged into his chest.
Wu Heng swiftly waved a hand, sending a drop of liquid flying from the bottle toward Budiman's mouth.
Only then did Budiman realize that, in his excitement, he had forgotten to take