Chapter 138: New Scarecrow, Moth God Apartment, Menstrual Blood Incident

Because it was already late at night, Louis didn't go home and simply went straight to the base.

After the New Year, following the family's transformation, the prison had already opened. Now, over a hundred criminals were already living here. That's right, in just one or two months, over a hundred criminals had moved in.

One had to admit, the prison industry was truly profitable.

For every prisoner received, the government would provide a subsidy. Every service these prisoners used in the prison required money: making phone calls cost money, smoking cost money, and even the beds required rent!

Depending on how much one paid, the environmental treatment was different. Bed boards, bedding, velvet—could they be the same?

Every day, they also needed to work in the prison: operating sewing machines, cleaning, furniture making, metal processing, agricultural labor, and other heavy physical labor. Sometimes they would even be seconded to government departments to transport corpses, maintain roads, and so on. It was simply using cheap labor, having the same effect as the black slaves of the past.

For one prisoner, the prison could eat several portions of money: one portion from government subsidies, one portion from the prisoner themselves, one portion from the value of the prisoner's work...

No wonder it was so troublesome when he wanted to sign a prison contract with the government; he imagined his grandfather had spent quite a bit of effort.

Riding in the car, one observation light after another shone over. Upon seeing the license plate, they quickly shifted away. Arriving at the prison gate, the prison guard holding a gun here hurriedly opened the gate with a smile.

After the vehicle entered, the gate closed rapidly.

Entering the elevator and arriving at the underground base, the underground base now had more human presence. There were dozens of people patrolling everywhere. They were all personnel Louis had first selected from the family, as well as a portion recruited from society—veterans and other social personnel who had voluntarily signed contracts, used the new version of the blood demoncraft, and accepted pre-job training.

Although America's welfare benefits for active-duty soldiers were good, they were limited to active duty. After retirement, there was no money, and there were no reasonable placement measures. Many veterans embarked on the wrong path because of this reason, and there were quite a few such personnel in those criminal groups.

For them, as long as there was money and benefits, and they could support their families, what was eating a blood demoncraft of Eastern witchcraft? They would even dare to sign a demon contract!

Seeing Louis, everyone stood with serious expressions. After Louis passed by, facing Gu Yi and that short scarecrow following behind Louis, they all remained silent.

Working here, the most important thing was to keep one's mouth shut.

Sending the driver to sleep in his own room, Louis found a steel room and knocked on the steel plate. A moment later, straw extended, and the scarecrow that had been stationed in the farmland above came down from a box-sized gap.

As soon as it came down, it looked at Louis's side, its curved blade raised. At the same time, the cane scarecrow beside Louis also reacted, instantly expanding its body, and branches and vines spread.

The two instantly entered a state of opposition.

Seeing this, Louis laughed instead.

Hadn't he brought the cane scarecrow here just to see if any wonderful reaction would occur between the two scarecrows?

Now it seemed he had come to the right place.

Louis walked out of the steel room with the cane, quietly observing through the window.

The reason the two hadn't fought directly was because he was there. Now that he wasn't, the two instantly began to fight!

The Guardian Scarecrow initiated the attack first, the curved blade cutting over, but it only cut off a few branches of the cane scarecrow. Conversely, the vine scarecrow stretched out both hands, and over a dozen branches extended and entangled, covering the entire room in the blink of an eye, surrounding it tightly.

Two black, thick, tumor-like branches pierced the Guardian Scarecrow through!

With another burst of force, it actually split it in two from the middle!

Outside the room, Louis shook his head. There was a gap in the strength of the two; the cane scarecrow's hard strength was clearly more powerful, while the Guardian Scarecrow's speed advantage in the farmland couldn't be exerted at all. Naturally, it looked like the cane scarecrow had the upper hand.

However, what the result would be was still up for debate.

Very quickly, an unexpected situation occurred. The cane scarecrow had already dismembered it, but the next second, the Guardian Scarecrow reassembled again, and a white shadow also appeared behind the cane scarecrow.

It was the little girl, Little White Rabbit, who had been killed and controlled by the Guardian Scarecrow. She fiercely pressed down the cane scarecrow's tall hat.

The Guardian Scarecrow immediately took the curved blade and fiercely stabbed it into the cane scarecrow's heart area.

In an instant, branches and straw completely submerged the entire room, also blocking Louis's line of sight.

This was why Louis said the result was hard to determine. Although the environment was restricted, the Guardian Scarecrow wasn't easy to kill, could be easily reassembled, and possessed a "Chuang Ghost" ability similar to the Mountain Lord.

Plus, the cane scarecrow's weakness was too obvious, exposed right there in the open; it was hard not to see it!

Now, it depended on which one was more clever.

Louis leaned on the cane, watching quietly.

At Louis's feet, Finley popped out, peeking and prying, its hand touching its chin, looking like "The Thinker."

It was thinking.

Such monsters all had to obediently listen to this fire-man; did it still have any hope of running away in this lifetime? Was it really going to work as a black-laborer for a lifetime? No!

At this moment, Louis glanced over. "Go, process a piece of cargo for me; I'll need it in a moment."

"Remember, keep the corpse intact; don't waste the blood."

Finley was startled, then overjoyed.

It nodded and ran out happily.

It was naturally evil and loved killing the most. Although the strange good-and-evil rules on its body limited it from harming good people, this didn't mean it didn't want to harm good people. So, in a sense, working for Louis actually met its needs.

Killing people, killing people at will, 100% success in killing people!

Finley shook its head and wagged its tail as it arrived at the area where "cargo" was stored. Every compartment here contained drug dealers, gamblers, murderers, snakeheads, robbery-murder-rapists, scammers...

There was nothing you couldn't think of, and nothing that didn't exist.

Seeing it was Finley, the guard didn't stop it and let it into a prison cell.

Subsequently, in less than twenty seconds, accompanied by a scream, a snakehead was strangled to death on the ground. With the snakehead's death, Finley, which had just been able to strangle a person to death, now couldn't drag the corpse.

Helpless, it could only run out and pull a guard in to do the work for it.

Looking at the guard's completely unguarded back as he dragged the corpse, Finley couldn't help but feel restless. A banana peel appeared under its feet at some point...

A moment later.

The guard dragged the corpse over and pulled Finley along with him. Looking at it, it seemed Finley had fallen?

Just by glancing at it, Louis knew this puppet probably hadn't been honest just now. A ball of fire flew out from between his fingers, and in Finley's terrified gaze, it quickly covered one of its arms, and it was extremely tenacious; no matter how it patted left or right, it was of no use.

Finally, it could only squeeze a few tears from its eyes and, like a gecko shedding its tail, dismantled the arm, watching helplessly as it burned away.

"There won't be a next time."

Louis, who was watching the room, said without turning his head.

Finley could only hold its arm, heartbroken, calculating how to make another one.

Very quickly, the winner in the room was decided.

Branches began to fall, and the straw in the cracks began to retract.

What appeared in Louis's eyes was a scarecrow that looked much more exquisite and anthropomorphic, about two meters tall, with a black tall hat, black clothes, the torso filled with a combination of branches and straw, much denser. The hands and feet were branches as the skeleton and skin, straw as flesh. It had a curved blade in its hand, and the beast bones had become a mask, looking fierce and terrifying.

A sense of heaviness and terror rushed toward him. Compared to the previous two scarecrows, it was like evolving from the drawing style of the 70s and 80s to after the millennium.

Louis scanned around and discovered that on its chest, that patch of cloth had disappeared.

He narrowed his eyes and tapped the cane. "Cut off your own arm."

The next moment, the scarecrow didn't hesitate, picked up the curved blade, and chopped toward its other arm, cutting it off directly.

Louis nodded slightly. It seemed that the fusion was dominated by the cane scarecrow. But he couldn't be careless; he should test it.

"Put it on."

"Come out."

The scarecrow immediately put the arm on, then violently dismantled the door and walked out, looking effortless. Clearly, its strength had greatly increased.

Subsequently, Louis brought this new scarecrow to conduct a series of tests, discovering that its strength, speed, and intelligence had all significantly improved, and it had also fused the abilities of the two monsters.

Now it could, after killing a person, have a chance to turn their soul into its servant; as long as it was on the earth, it wouldn't die completely and could be reassembled at will by its slaves; in bushes, forests, wheat, etc., its speed would be improved.

It could be said that it had jumped directly from being a bottom-tier evil spirit to a top-tier evil spirit no less than the Human-Eating Demon and that stealthy evil spirit, Diana!

And, the most critical point was that the cane's control over it hadn't disappeared; it still existed and could even order it to commit suicide.

Louis slightly modified the cane, putting a layer of steel on the main body and polishing the handle. It was silver and shiny, and the image became like some kind of specially manufactured gentleman's cane that could blow an enemy's dog head off, looking both heavy and deterrent.

Looking at this monster, Louis nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. Next, you are responsible for guarding outside the prison."

The scarecrow nodded, returned to the room, and darted back through the gap.

For the next few days, Louis frequently went to the basement of the nearby farm to cultivate the Spiritual Eye Art.

Just when Louis was cultivating, some strange things also happened in the home Carrie had just moved to.

The place Carrie had just moved to was an old apartment building. Because it held the banner of women's mutual aid, it only recruited women here. All twenty rooms were filled with all kinds of women: Latinas, black people, yellow people. Their occupations were also varied: prostitutes, repair workers, waitresses... Most had only one thing in common: bottom-tier and poor.

The owner of this building was a Mexican woman named Amber. She was the one who led the women's mutual aid. The rent charged was very low, and she also looked very kind. Seeing that their family was in difficulty, she even took the initiative to reduce part of the rent.

But for some reason, Carrie always felt that she had ill intentions, and many places in this apartment building seemed strange. Some decorations didn't look like things women would use, but rather things that men had used.

She even accidentally saw something in the corner of Amber's room that looked like a trace of blood.

This further deepened her suspicion. Unfortunately, her financial resources were limited, and she had no choice. Recently, because of these things, some strange phenomena that she didn't know if they were hallucinations often appeared, such as things disappearing for no reason, black shadows flashing by for no reason, etc.

It made her spirit a bit dazed. She was already considering whether to go to work, but she had to convince her mother about this first.

"Sigh." Carrie's eyes were full of bloodshot veins. She sighed, patted her cheeks to force herself to wake up, and looked at the blackboard.

Beside her, several girls saw this and whispered, pointing at Carrie. "Actually hitting her own face."

"She looks like a maggot in a gutter."

"Head down all day, don't know if she's..."

"..."

Carrie's lips moved; she could hear it all.

But having had no one give her confidence for years, she simply didn't have the courage to resist, and her head unconsciously lowered a bit more.

After class.

Because it was a boarding school, she also had a dormitory. After returning to the dormitory, she felt dizzy and uncomfortable, so she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Halfway through washing.

She heard the sound of the door opening and knew that group of people had come in. Chris Hargensen, a person who often led others to bully her.

Previously, because Lunca was there, she had been taught a lesson and didn't dare to go too far with her, but ever since Lunca transferred, she had become the leader of the girls in the class.

Carrie's nightmare thus began. During this period, she had been avoiding the other party.

No, she had to finish washing and leave quickly.

But in her haste, she suddenly saw blood flowing on her legs. Looking up, it was constantly flowing from... flowing, just like she was injured.

"Ahhh!!"

Carrie screamed in fright.

She stumbled out of the stall, attracting the attention of Chris and the others.

"Hahaha!"

"This idiot."

"So dirty."

A group of people gathered together and laughed loudly.

Carrie was full of panic. "Please, call for help."

"Save me."

Chris looked at the disheveled Carrie and revealed a smile. She had been unhappy with this person protected by Lunca for a long time. Now that there was an opportunity, she must let her know her power.

"Carrie, look at what this is?"

Chris took out a beverage bottle.

Carrie, who was sitting on the ground thinking she was injured and about to die, looked up. She was stunned first, then silent for a moment.

Suddenly, she let out a scream. "Give it back to me!"

Chris smiled and passed the bottle around. Carrie could never grab it, but instead was teased by them like a dog. Sue, in the corner, watched this scene and couldn't take a step forward at all. She knew she should stand up to protect Carrie now, but... the atmosphere of the group made her not dare to do so.

Suddenly.

The bottle fell to the ground, was stepped on and flattened by someone, and then kicked around on the ground. The continuous sharp laughter circled in Carrie's ears like the torture of a demon.

Carrie sat blankly on the ground, the bloodshot veins caused by not resting well gradually filling her eyes.

They are all demons, demons!

I am already about to die, why should I still be afraid of them? I am not afraid of them, right, I am not afraid of them!

Carrie's expression gradually became ferocious.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 139 =====