Chapter 48

The villa door was knocked.

Boss Huang hurriedly tidied up his son's photo in the living room, revealing an excited and sinister smile.

"Son, Daddy will avenge you and help you torture her severely!"

"Hurry up and open the door; my son can't wait."

He shouted toward the door, and the two bodyguards sighed and hurriedly ran out.

As they walked, they whispered: "Following Boss Huang, you really get money, but this guy is also a real pervert."

"Who says otherwise? Which woman who falls into his hands lives more than a few days? This kind of person will face retribution."

Muttering quietly, they stepped forward to open the door.

Their villa was a detached unit, built on top of a high-rise building.

There was a dedicated elevator.

Coming up required facial recognition.

So the two bodyguards went to the door to pick someone up. Just as they came down from the floor, they saw the short man, wearing long clothes and walking with a twisted gait, stumbling toward them.

The two were stunned at first, then smelled a fishy, foul odor, and wrinkled their noses: "Where are the others? Where is the person Boss Huang told you to bring? How come only you came back?"

The short man lowered his head, his voice hoarse, as if his throat were filled with filth: "The others are all dead. Let me go up; I have something to discuss with Boss Huang. Move!"

Having said that, he reached out and pushed the two of them.

The two subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when they looked down, they saw that the chest area he had pushed had sprouted tiny eyes.

These eyes seemed to be laughing and wriggling; it was very disgusting.

They were immediately startled: "Holy crap, what is this? You... we're on the same side; you can't attack us!"

The two thought they had offended him somewhere; after all, they had heard of Ghost Users' abilities, and killing an ordinary person was effortless.

They subconsciously stepped back a distance and drew their pistols; the bullets were made of gold, specifically to deal with spirits.

As a result.

The short man only revealed half his face, gritting his teeth: "Move aside, the others are all dead, and I need to find Boss Huang for help."

This half-face was covered in eyeballs and flowing with yellow-green liquid, mixed with blood.

It was as disgusting as maggots eroding a living thing.

Seeing this scene, the two almost vomited.

The short man didn't bother with them, turning and entering the elevator, going all the way up.

The two reported the situation below.

Then they crouched at the door and vomited, even throwing away their entire outfits.

"Holy crap, the others are all dead? Only he survived and came back?"

The man rinsed his mouth with water while complaining: "Didn't two Ghost Users go? Were they all killed by spirits? Too scary. Did you see his face? Densely packed eyeballs, as disgusting as pores."

"God, don't let me get infected."

Upstairs in the villa.

Someone had already received the news from the two below and had been waiting at the door.

Sure enough, as soon as the elevator opened, several people were pointing guns at the door.

Boss Huang sat on the sofa, his face gloomy and his expression very ugly: "Trash, what a damn waste. Two Ghost Users couldn't solve one spirit? Revenge isn't important; at the very least, bring that woman back to me!"

His voice was low but roared in bursts. At the same time, a person stood beside him—this person was thin, with dark eyes and sunken cheeks, looking like someone who had indulged in excess.

He was the Ghost User beside Boss Huang, also very strong, a member of the White Rope Club.

He had been hired by Boss Huang with a large sum of money for personal protection.

At this moment, he was also narrowing his eyes, sizing up the short man. Although they were in the same club, he didn't know these two Ghost Users.

But at this moment, he felt a Ghostly energy, very chaotic.

"Boss Huang, save me, please, save my life..."

He suddenly knelt on the ground, his wide robe covering him tightly.

Boss Huang frowned, full of disgust: "Save you? I spent a fortune to hire you two to catch someone, but you didn't catch anyone, and now you want me to pay more? Why? I'm not running a charity."

"Please, save me, I'm willing to be your dog, I'll be your dog from now on." He knelt on the ground, crawling forward.

His cloak fell off.

Everyone in the room trembled violently; this person was too terrifying.

There wasn't a single hair left on his head; in its place were densely packed eyes moving and circling.

When he looked up, his face, teeth, and mouth were all full of them, as terrifying as oral ulcers.

"Ugh!" Boss Huang retreated violently, unable to hold back, and vomited directly, then cursed: "What the hell is this, so disgusting! Don't come over and dirty my floor. Stop him."

Several people raised their guns and aimed.

The short man was still begging bitterly: "Boss Huang, that spirit is not an ordinary spirit; it's a Demon Bear, a Demon Bear! And the Painting Ghost is there too. You tricked us both."

Boss Huang frowned: "What Demon Bear, Painting Ghost? I don't understand. You didn't complete my mission and you want me to pay more? Are you dreaming?"

Although he didn't know about the Demon Bear and the Painting Ghost, the person beside him trembled violently.

He hurriedly said: "What did you say? You encountered the Demon Bear and the Painting Ghost at the same time?"

But the short man ignored him, instead baring his teeth, seemingly a bit manic: "You tricked us! You said it was an ordinary spirit, but it turned out to be two Special Class spirits. Shouldn't you be responsible? I only ask for your help now; I'm willing to be your dog!"

Boss Huang sneered coldly: "A Ghost Capsule costs 50 million and can only suppress Ghostly energy for a month. You trash want me to use this stuff to extend your life? Are you worth that price? A dog? I lack everything, but I don't lack money or dogs. Get out, looking at you makes me sick."

"I'm going to find your White Rope Club to settle the score. What kind of trash did they send? You can't complete the mission and still have the face to come back!"

He was full of disgust, cursing and swearing, his face extremely ugly.

This left the short man feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, completely desperate.

He simply changed his expression, glaring viciously at Boss Huang: "Since you won't give it, don't blame me for taking it by force! I'm going to die anyway!"

Countless eyes wriggled on his body, staring at everyone.

Boss Huang sneered coldly: "A dog is a dog, even biting its master. Kill him for me!"

*Bang, bang, bang—*

Downstairs in the villa, two people were smoking.

"The woman Boss Huang finished playing with yesterday is locked in the warehouse. Shall we go over and have some fun after we get off work?"

"Sure, that's the good thing about following Boss Huang; he likes to share what he's played with for us to enjoy. It's so great!"

The two had just finished speaking.

A childish voice came from the side: "Uncle, Uncle, can you do me a favor?"

(End of Chapter)