Chapter 45

The Ghost Hand man was thrown to the ground by Zhang Yi like someone suffering from a plague.

The eyeballs scattered on the ground nearby surged over like WormOfCorrosion, piling up on his body, enjoying the taste of this flesh and fear.

The Masked Man was terrified.

Was this Demon Bear really a Level 4 Ghost? Since when could a Level 4 Ghost unilaterally crush three C-Rank Ghost Users?

A trace of fear rose in his heart. The next second, his mask bulged, as if something had poked it from underneath.

He realized instantly that it was over; he had given birth to fear, and the Wasteland Gaze had already begun to spread on his body.

"Oh no... I have to leave. If I stay any longer, I'll die here."

He pursed his lips, turned, and ran.

But how could Zhang Yi give him the chance? His judgment task was now complete.

All five judgment targets were dead, so what remained was a slaughter!

Zhang Yi appeared behind him instantly, his massive Demon Bear body looming over him, grinning: "Fear is truly the most delicious food in the world."

"Fear, say it again, what can I take away!"

"Everything! Hee hee hee, fear can take away everything."

The voice of the Soul Pull echoed through the valley, causing panic.

The Masked Man slashed with his blade, but Zhang Yi grabbed it with one hand. He had already given birth to fear; in front of the Demon Bear, there was nowhere to hide from fear.

As long as there is fear, you are my lamb for the slaughter.

He threw a punch, and the Masked Man was sent flying, his body covered in eyeballs.

He landed right beside Lü Liangbing; seeing his miserable state, Lü Liangbing couldn't help but tremble.

"Little sister, why... why are you teaming up with a spirit?"

Xiao Wan dangled her legs, swinging them very casually: "Uncle, Little Bear is my most, most, most, most, most favorite thing."

"Uncle, please."

Then, Xiao Wan reached out her hands and looked at Lü Liangbing imploringly.

The GloryPearl in Lü Liangbing's hand scattered to the side; he was already making plans. Hearing Xiao Wan's request, he asked: "Please what?"

Xiao Wan said happily: "Little Bear and Mommy are hungry. Please, Uncle, become their food. They will cherish every bite!"

Although he had prepared himself mentally, he was still startled upon hearing this.

The beads in his hand shot violently toward Lin Qing and Zhang Yi.

*Bang, bang, bang—*

Lin Qing's body was riddled with holes. He leaped into the air, clutching an unknown object in his hand, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Lin Qing.

But at the critical moment, Zhang Yi flashed out and blocked him with one hand.

He grinned: "Gently fall into fear; the taste of fear is very wonderful."

*Dong—*

A bell tolled, and he was enveloped by fear, with tens of thousands of eyeballs staring at him.

He suddenly felt an itch in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and twisted his body, but the GloryBlade in his hand still stabbed over.

Landing his body, he grabbed the Masked Man with one hand and threw him outward with all his might, while simultaneously turning and drawing his blade to stab fiercely at Zhang Yi's throat.

He was a Night Watcher; his darkness was used to light up the darkness of others.

Ten thousand people may retreat, but I cannot!

*Squelch—*

This blade stabbed directly into Zhang Yi's chin area; fortunately, he had used the Wasteland Gaze to pile up there.

Otherwise, he really might have been taken out by Lü Liangbing with that strike.

This Ghost User... is truly damnable.

Zhang Yi threw a punch with all his might.

*Boom—*

Lü Liangbing used the momentum to roll out, unexpectedly landing beside the Big-Mouthed Man, whose body was already shattered but still had a breath of life left.

Although these Ghost Users were not good people, how can a whole egg survive under the collapse of darkness? This world should not become a world of spirits; it should be a world of humans.

He grabbed the Big-Mouthed Man with one hand: "Brother, open your mouth wide; I'll send you out."

With a violent throw, the Big-Mouthed Man flew into the air, then opened his mouth wide, preparing to use his Ghostly artifact to tear a hole in the Judgment Realm so he could escape.

His expression was full of surprise; he never expected to have a chance to survive, even though the wound on his lower body was filled with eyeballs, which blocked his blood vessels and were packed with shredded flesh.

But that's how Ghost Users are—hard-to-kill cockroaches.

Lü Liangbing finally breathed a sigh of relief, reaching out to pick the eyeballs near his mouth, pulling them off like popping pimples: "Damn it, it hurts like hell. I really am a soft-hearted fool."

"But saving one is better than none. This dark world needs Ghost Users." He thought he had sent the Big-Mouthed Man out.

As a result, when the Big-Mouthed Man opened his mouth to tear the Judgment Realm, he was surprised to find that his mouth couldn't make a single sound.

What's wrong with his throat? It felt a bit dry and hoarse, as if something was blocking it.

This feeling became increasingly intense.

Suddenly, a sense of suffocation arrived; his expression turned terrified, and he reached inside to dig.

Eyeball after eyeball slid out from his throat.

*Boom—*

His entire throat was squeezed until it burst—burst by the eyeballs.

Zhang Yi turned back, countless pairs of eyes staring at the stunned Lü Liangbing, mocking him.

Under this Judgment Realm, as long as you give birth to fear, there is no way back; fear is everywhere.

Lü Liangbing puffed on his cigarette and took a deep breath: "The Demon Bear is truly awesome, but I'm not weak either."

As he exhaled a cloud of murky air, he flew over.

The Glass Scorpion on his left hand had now crawled onto his arm, only a step away from his heart.

He reached into his sleeve, took out a BlueElixir, snapped it, and drank it in one gulp.

The veins on his neck began to crawl out like centipedes, and blue blood vessels began to appear on his face.

His body began to twist, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard in his ears.

Zhang Yi suppressed Lin Qing again, taking her into Xiao Wan's body, and then walked toward Lü Liangbing with the steps of a Soul Pull.

"Night Watchers, Ghost Users—to me, the Fear Demon Bear, you are all food that gives birth to fear. In my eyes, you are like human sheep; I will not feel any pity."

He was a spirit; as time passed, this feeling became more and more profound.

The only thing that could cause a ripple of emotion in him was Xiao Wan!

Everyone else? They were all food for fear! *Boom—*

Lü Liangbing's strength surged, his speed became lightning-fast, and he charged at Zhang Yi, his small fist colliding with the Demon Bear's sandbag-sized fist.

Both figures were blasted backward; Zhang Yi was unscathed, while eyeballs began to appear on Lü Liangbing's fist.

But it was only for an instant.

The moment the eyeballs appeared, his flesh and skin began to swell, squeezing the eyeballs out.

He twisted his neck: "Fear? I don't care at all about the thing you're so proud of. In my eyes, there is only one path, and that is to slaughter you. I have never been afraid of death!"

"If you die, you die; if you don't, you live for ten thousand years!"

As his voice fell, he rushed up again.

Meanwhile, the Judgment Realm continued, but Zhang Yi's Infernal Domain had begun to slowly dissipate.

Outside, Liu Li and the others had also arrived.

"Damn, the boss is fighting inside; hurry up and help!"

The Padded-Jacket Man exclaimed, opening his clothes, wanting to tear open the Judgment Realm.

But his ability wasn't enough. Liu Li and another Ghost User were also nearby, and the three of them attacked together, barely managing to tear open a hole.

They entered.

*Squelch—*

Stepping on many eyeballs, the three were startled and looked up.

An endless expanse of eyeballs; the river flowed with eyeballs, and the stars hanging in the sky were also eyeballs.

On the ground lay the corpses of several people, as well as the Painting Ghost! "Damn, the boss is so awesome, he killed the Painting Ghost?" The Padded-Jacket Man's voice had just fallen.

*Boom—*

They saw the Demon Bear fall from the sky, holding in its left hand the very person he called boss.

"The taste of fear is truly wonderful, but you have disappointed me, because you have no fear."

Lü Liangbing had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth; he gritted his teeth and laughed: "Don't babble; I don't understand what you're saying."

After struggling for a bit, he cut off his right arm with a blade and landed.

"You have time to shout 'awesome' but no time to help, right?"

PS: I haven't been feeling well these past two days, so I've dropped the count from 8,000 a bit. I'll add more later; I hope you understand.

So, the first boss is finished. The protagonist's persona is that of a spirit; he will have emotions, but not many. Xiao Wan will have mental issues due to the protagonist's Ghostly magnetic field, becoming as dark as Annie in the League. This book is a dark-style Ghostly novel, so there is no such thing as working for the official authorities. The protagonist is an individual; the only person who can influence him is Xiao Wan. Subsequent spirits will become increasingly disgusting, terrifying, and mysterious; I'm giving everyone a heads-up. If you have any spirit recommendations, feel free to comment; I read them every day. For the next spirit, I'll choose from a HumanSheep, GhostBalance, Ghostly Opera, etc.

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