Chapter 4253

"Even according to your logic, a big city is a beast that eats people. You want to avoid people being eaten by the beast, then what you should do is pull out the beast's teeth—you should go to those office buildings, kill those company bosses who created homeless people, instead of deceiving yourself by using those crazy doctrines to trap fellow villagers who are already poor enough in primitive tribes without modern equipment."

"If you could really make the whole town rich, let everyone eat the best quality food, have the warmest shelter, really hundreds of times better than those homeless people, perhaps I could partially agree with your viewpoint that 'big cities are indeed not good enough'."

"However, you are a comprehensive idiot. You couldn't save the circus, couldn't recover the town's reputation, couldn't attract more tourists, and couldn't let people have higher incomes."

"Assuming you really have the talent to accomplish all this, let people have money to earn at their doorstep, and live the most prosperous life, you don't need to engage in these cult doctrines; they will also stay to build their hometown, instead of running to big cities to work."

"Unfortunately, you don't have such talent. So you can only rely on cults, rely on deception and brainwashing, and even violent coercion, to force people to stay here and live a so-called stable life."

"You actually know in your heart that without such means, no one will love you and respect you from the bottom of their hearts. All the pursuit of you is fake, established on coercion. It is precisely because you feel this is not good enough that you want to build your ideal country in the spiritual world."

"You changed the spirits of all of them, making everyone like you from the bottom of their hearts. However, you also understand that all of this is still fake; the more they seem to be treating you as a god from the bottom of their hearts, the emptier you are in your heart. This day-after-day pursuit not only failed to satisfy you but also made you less and less able to stand that kind of life. You want some real things, even if only a part, so you came here to be a legislator."

"You finally surrendered, to the big city, to the upper-class people. You became the sharp teeth in the beast's mouth. However, is this process really as humiliating and unbearable as you imagined? The shame and sighing in the middle of the night, aren't they things you made up to numb yourself?"

"Admit it, Borger. From beginning to end, you are the same as the group of people you claim to hate the most. You are not kind-hearted and compassionate to the weak; you have always indulged your desires first, done all the bad things, and then tried every possible way to put a fig leaf on all of this, repeatedly finding reasons for yourself in your heart, until you made yourself believe it."

"The principles you think are reasonable actually can't fool anyone. This is why you have achieved nothing in the real world, and can't stand the life in the ideal country. After going around a big circle, you finally lived yourself into a joke."

"I've said enough!!!!"

Malos, or old Borger, let out a roar. Black energy started to emerge from his eyes, vaguely turning into another person's appearance.

Kent still didn't choose to fire; he retreated a few steps cautiously. Sure enough, a black energy attacked him. He lunged at the sofa, dodging the attack, but was immediately dragged up by the black energy and smashed hard onto the floor.

"Ugh!" Kent let out a painful muffled groan, but he didn't give up resisting; he rolled on the ground, hid behind the sofa, and fired a shot at where old Borger was.

Bang!

Although the bullet hit, it only knocked him back one step. Blood flowed down from his body, but it couldn't interfere with the evil spirit's actions at all. He waved a black energy, grabbed Kent, choked his neck, and his face twisted as he exerted force, seemingly wanting to choke him to death just like that.

Kent struggled desperately, but in front of the evil spirit's power, his little strength as an ordinary person was too insufficient.

Just when he already felt oxygen deprivation, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and something was crawling along his chest toward his arm. That thing was very fast, and then, a black shadow rushed out from his arm and bit into the black energy in one bite.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The evil spirit suddenly let out a scream. The black energy retracted, and Kent fell to the ground. He fired two more shots, knocked the evil spirit down, then lunged up, pressed him to the ground, and started punching him with his fists.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He punched several times in one breath, and black smoke emerged from the other party's mouth and nose again. He let out an extremely sharp scream, which shook Kent so much that he couldn't move for a while, and his whole body was numb.

He swayed and fell to the side, feeling his limbs had no strength, and he couldn't even crawl up, and his head hurt as if it were about to split. The evil spirit climbed up from the ground, picked up the gun in his hand, and was about to shoot Kent.

In a trance, Kent saw countless souls clinging to old Borger's body: some were strangling with their arms, some were biting with their teeth. They were constantly devouring the black fog.

Bang!

At the moment the bullet reached the muzzle, a small baby soul bit the evil spirit's finger, hurting him so much that he shook his hand. The bullet missed, but still hit Kent's thigh, making him let out a scream.

But it seemed that the pain stimulated him, completely triggering the adrenaline that his body couldn't use at all in normal times. He suddenly bounced up from the ground, tackled the evil spirit again, snatched the gun from his hand, and smashed it hard against his skull.

Logically speaking, he is such a big guy, using all his strength to smash a person's head, and it would be smashed to pieces in a few hits. But firstly, this posture couldn't exert force, and secondly, Kent's state was also not good. He smashed a few times, indeed smashing the other party until his head was broken and bleeding, but it couldn't achieve a fatal blow.

He tried hard to open his eyes wide, seeing those souls still working hard to devour the black fog. He simply didn't smash anymore, directly hugged the evil spirit's body, not letting him run, so that those souls could devour him faster.

But the evil spirit wasn't a vegetarian either. He discovered that the body became his restraint, and then let out another scream, directly rushing out from the body. Although those souls were still entangling him without letting go, Kent had no threat to him, because Kent couldn't touch the ghost at all.

Kent was anxious and angry, because he had already discovered that those souls he brought out didn't seem to be the evil spirit's opponent. The other party didn't know how many years of black magic he had practiced; after restoring his spirit body, those black fogs instead started to devour the souls, and the soul power would make him even more powerful.

Kent took a deep breath. At this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: since this guy practices black magic, then in his house in Westview, there must also be black magic props. He thought of the structure of Aunt Kane's house; old Borger's tool room was in his garage. And when he came in, he saw a car parked in the yard outside, which proved that the garage of this house might also have been converted into a tool room.

Thinking of this, Kent didn't delay anymore, dragged his injured leg and ran toward the garage. Adrenaline helped a lot; he even completely forgot the pain and rushed into the garage like a flying person.

But there weren't the things he imagined in the garage. Kent reacted immediately: the other party is a legislator, many guests might come to his house, and putting things for researching black magic in the garage had too high a risk. If it wasn't the garage, then it might be the cellar.

Before, when the legislator invited him into the house, he went in and walked around; he remembered that the houses in this community had basements, and the entrance was in the backyard. So, he staggered out from the back door of the garage again and came to the cellar door.

The evil spirit seemed to react to what he was going to do and chased out screaming. Kent used his last bit of strength to jump into the cellar and really saw a pile of evil black magic props in the cellar.

He didn't know what these were for either, grabbed them all into his bosom, and then started throwing them at the evil spirit above his head. The rule of black magic props repelling each other didn't seem to have been changed; those things Kent threw hit the evil spirit, and really made him let out a scream. The evil spirit hurriedly retreated.

Discovering it was useful, Kent shouted loudly: "If you dare to come in, I will throw these things at you until you die!"

The evil spirit seemed to really fear him doing so, wanting to come down several times but not daring to. Kent also knew that hiding here was useless, so he shouted at the top: "Pull him away, let me out!"

The ghosts heard what he said, entangled the evil spirit hard, and pulled him away a bit. Kent took the opportunity to step on the ladder with one leg, grabbed the edge of the cellar with both arms, did a fierce pull-up, and successfully flipped out.

He took those things out of his bosom and started throwing them at the evil spirit one by one. However, the environment outside was too empty, and the evil spirit's speed was very fast, so many were dodged by him, but even if they fell on the ground, he didn't dare to touch them, which limited his movement, and even made him turn around and run toward the front yard.

Kent basically threw all the things out, only keeping one bone knife. He felt that if he could cut the evil spirit, it would definitely cause damage to him, so he dragged his injured leg and chased after him.

During the chase, Kent saw a figure flash past outside the yard, and his heart sank to the bottom: could it be that the police had come?

Although the sheriff was handled by him, the patrolling police in the area might not really be. He fired several shots, and the neighbors might have already called the police.

The evil spirit ran back into the house again. Kent approached holding the bone knife, but just at this moment, the evil spirit turned his offensive, let out a strong roar, shook off all the souls on his body, and rushed straight toward Kent's face.

He wants to possess! Kent realized immediately. So he waved the bone knife randomly; the evil spirit indeed couldn't enter his body, but directly knocked him down to the ground. Kent, whose back of the head hit the ground, immediately felt intense dizziness, and the bone knife in his hand also fell off.

Just at this moment, he felt a sense of rejection, as if his body wanted to kick him out. Kent gritted his teeth, determined not to go out. While twitching, he touched the bone knife at his side, raised the bone knife with a trembling hand, and stabbed it into his own chest.

The evil spirit and Kent let out a scream at the same time. The evil spirit also didn't seem to expect Kent to be so ruthless; not only did he not squeeze out, but now he even wanted to die with him. He hurriedly ran out of Kent's body.

However, as soon as he went out, that group of souls entangled him again. Kent actually endured that kind of intense dizziness and the injuries on his body and climbed up, determined to stab him with that bone knife.

The evil spirit isn't afraid of physical attacks, but this bone knife is a black magic item; being stabbed by it, even if he doesn't die, he will be disabled. No way, he picked up Malos's body again—in the case of having a physical body, the physical body can help him isolate part of the damage.

With a "puchi," the bone knife still stabbed into Malos's body. The evil spirit let out a scream, but didn't die. But Kent had also exhausted all his strength and collapsed completely.

He lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling, gasping for air. Too much blood flowed out from his thigh and chest, and his vision had already started to turn black. He really didn't expect this evil spirit to be so difficult to deal with: guns, souls, black magic props, and still couldn't take his life.

The evil spirit was obviously also complacent about this. Malos's complexion became exceptionally gloomy, and he said: "The person who won in the end is still me. I am right!"

Kent's pupils were already unfocused. Just in his last field of vision, he saw a touch of red like blood appear behind Malos.

The harpoon raised by that clumsy and simple girl was entangled with another woman's soul. Flying Angel Sattian, just as she was when she was alive, jumped high with the harpoon, then flew down and stabbed into the evil spirit's heart.

"Puchi!"