Chapter 47

As the realm cracked, the four of them could only watch helplessly as Zhang Yi disappeared.

This Little Bear had a massive body, its whole body burning with flames and wriggling with eyeballs; everyone was afraid, except for this ceramic-like little doll.

She even... even wanted to use the eyeballs to make a cute necklace!

Is this a normal little girl? *Squelch—*

Lü Liangbing spat out a mouthful of blood. The reason he didn't attack was that he couldn't hold on anymore; without him, a C-Rank Ghost User, the others combined weren't enough to fight Little Bear.

If they continued to fight, everyone would die here. They weren't afraid of death; they were only afraid of a meaningless death.

And one thing was certain: this Special Class spirit, the Demon Bear, seemed to have reached some kind of contract with the little girl.

The Demon Bear cared very much about the little girl; otherwise, it wouldn't have risked its life to fight the Painting Ghost just to save her.

"Boss!" The other three hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Lü Liangbing sat on the ground, his face pale, the Ghostly energy in his body colliding chaotically.

"Don't worry about me first; check your bodies for eyeballs, check clearly!"

Hearing their captain's words, the three didn't dare to be careless and checked their entire bodies thoroughly.

All three had eyeballs to varying degrees, but with the Padded-Jacket Man's Ghostly artifact, they were quickly cleared out.

And when Lü Liangbing took off his coat, everyone was shocked.

His back was covered in eyeballs, wriggling desperately, densely packed and mixed with blood.

"Boss, you... you didn't have fear, did you?"

Liu Li pursed his lips: "Fake. The potion suppressed the fear in his heart, making the Demon Bear unable to detect it, but the rules of the spirit cannot be changed. Boss has been holding on by force!"

"I'll help Boss remove these eyeballs." The Padded-Jacket Man said, preparing to act.

But the next second, a woman's voice came from the side: "Stop."

The group turned back and saw Zhang Tao, Xu Qing, the remaining teammate from their squad, and seven or eight other Night Watchers walking over.

Led by Zhang Tao, the seven or eight people looked at each other and chased after them without hesitation.

"Captain." This woman was the one in their squad who could perform Ghostly manipulation therapy, Zhang Miao! Zhang Miao crouched on the ground, looking at these shocking eyeballs, her eyes also full of fear.

This was the first time they had seen this kind of fear rule; it could only be described in one word: perverted! As long as there is fear, you will be infested—if this isn't a cheat, what is?

"These eyeballs have already fused with the flesh and blood. Because of the potion, even... there are eyeballs inside the body. Forcibly pulling them out, the captain's body won't be able to take it," Zhang Miao said after an examination.

The Padded-Jacket Man panicked: "Then what should we do now... Boss can't die!"

Zhang Miao stood up: "The situation of the injured in the H City South Subdistrict is similar to the boss's. Before I came, I already called headquarters. People from the Laboratory will be here tomorrow; when they take over, there will still be a glimmer of hope."

"A Level 4 Ghost has already alarmed the people from the Laboratory?" Everyone was dumbfounded.

However, Zhang Miao ignored his question and asked instead: "Is the Painting Ghost dead?"

"Yes, it was already dead when we arrived at the scene. The Demon Bear killed the Painting Ghost three times, and three C-Rank Ghost Users also died at the scene."

Hearing this result, everyone gasped.

The Demon Bear's strength was truly beyond everyone's expectations; it was too strong.

"Let's go back first and discuss the details later."

Lü Liangbing's condition was very serious; infested by the Wasteland Gaze, severely wounded by Zhang Yi, and compounded by that potion, although he wasn't dead yet, he had already fallen into a coma.

Whether he could wake up was a question, but fortunately, at the critical moment, the little girl had let them go.

This little girl was clearly human; why was she with a spirit?

This spirit was clearly bloodthirsty; why would it listen to the little girl?

What exactly was their relationship? No one knew.......

"Damn it, these eyes just won't come off, they just won't come off!"

In the residential area, of the two Ghost Users sent by Boss Huang, only the short man remained.

He had been infested by a few Wasteland Eyes and originally wanted to eradicate them.

But suddenly, the Wasteland Eyes seemed to erupt, beginning to grow crazily.

The eyeballs he had already pulled out grew back again; he couldn't clear them at all! Before long, eyeballs began to appear on his face. The more afraid he was, the more there were; the more there were, the more afraid he became.

Until his hair began to fall out, and eyes appeared on his scalp; his entire head was full of eyeballs... "Ah—" He was completely dominated by fear, and his initial composure had vanished.

Nearby, Xu Jiajia and Tang Meili were still sitting there quietly.

However, Xu Jiajia was in a deep sleep, while Tang Meili was awake.

She was an eyewitness who saw everything from beginning to end, watching helplessly as the short man was covered in eyeballs.

She was so scared, but so glad that no eyeballs were growing on her.

*Thump—*

The short man suddenly stood up and walked toward the two of them.

"Damn it, even if I die, I'm going to have some fun first!"

Tang Meili was startled, clutching a CurseBlock tightly, preparing to fight him: "Don't come over here!"

The short man took off his pants, only to find that even down there was covered in eyes; his original third leg was now wrapped in eyes, which was extremely disgusting.

He was furious; it seemed he couldn't have fun after all.

He prepared to kill the two of them to vent his anger.

However, a Night Crow's cry suddenly came from outside; he turned his head abruptly, and the Night Crow crashed directly into him.

In pain, he collapsed to the ground and then hurriedly ran away.

All the way to the ground floor.

He had to ask Boss Huang for help; Boss Huang must have special potions. A man as rich as him must have prepared some! Stumbling, the world before his eyes began to shatter like a mirror, more and more.

Zhang Yi, with Xiao Wan, had returned to the residential area; his Ghostly magnetic field could change the surveillance around him at any time.

He looked up and smiled coldly.

Today is Judgment Day; none of you think you can leave—no one can get away.

He followed behind him, neither fast nor slow.

A ceramic doll and a toy bear!

In a certain villa, Boss Huang was lying on the sofa, fiddling with his son's funeral portrait.

He placed it in the very center and stroked it: "Although you were a loser, you were my son after all. You didn't get to have your fill while you were alive, so Daddy will satisfy you. Soon, you'll watch with your own eyes how I torture her!"

On the other side of the room was his personal Ghost User.

He was a member of the White Rope Club.

*Ding, ding, ding—*

Suddenly, the villa's doorbell rang.

Boss Huang immediately said excitedly: "Are they back? Hurry up and open the door for me; my son can't wait any longer!"

(End of Chapter)