Chapter 50: Blood Pool Swamp, Xiao Wan loves red the most!

The moment he saw Lin Xiaowan, Boss Huang, who was still galloping, froze instantly.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the video of his son's death.

Wasn't that the eerie little bear she was holding in her arms? That was the thing that killed my son!

He turned back to pick up his son's memorial photo, placed it next to the woman, grabbed her hair, and cursed: "It's her! My son died at the hands of that little bear! Kill them for me! Whoever can help me kill them, I'll reward five million!"

Anger turned his face red.

His movements became increasingly violent. This manic appearance ignited a bit of passion in the bodyguards.

Their gazes stared greedily at this porcelain-like little doll and the bear in her arms.

For a moment, even the short man was forgotten.

Everyone swallowed their saliva, their gazes greedy. Five million! Five million was enough for them to take a gamble.

Five million was enough to buy many, many lives.

But the childhood rhyme in their ears made them somewhat wary, and for a moment, no one stepped forward.

There was a faint unease in their hearts. The surrounding slaughter, the surrounding bloodiness, seemed completely out of place with this pure white porcelain little girl.

This was a hell, and she looked exactly like an angel.

Her eyes flickered, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, humming a childhood rhyme that even she didn't understand, yet it seemed very natural.

Boss Huang slapped the woman: "What are you still standing there for? Get up there! Even if it's a Ghost, so what? Ghosts are also afraid of pure gold bullets! Kill them for five million!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.

The first time had already stirred everyone's fighting spirit. As the second roar fell, following his movements, the woman beneath him let out a trembling, roaring sound.

Many people at the scene had red eyes.

Breathing heavily, their gazes bloodshot.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back. A handgun was suddenly raised, the cold muzzle aimed at the porcelain doll.

Gritting their teeth, they fired.

*Bang—*

The moment the shot was fired, sparks burst from the chamber of the handgun.

The cold bullet flew toward Xiao Wan. Xiao Wan tilted her head, hugging the bear, singing the happy childhood rhyme.

The childhood rhyme drifted lightly, spreading like ripples throughout the entire floor.

*Crack—*

Suddenly.

The bullet flew through the air, striking the middle of Xiao Wan's head, but it didn't cause her any harm at all.

Because at the critical moment, an eyeball blocked the middle, solidly catching the bullet.

Xiao Wan tilted her head, bypassed the bullet, and laughed: "Uncle, do you want to play a game with me?"

The next second.

The bear held in her arms moved. It slowly turned its head, its blood-red eyes staring at them.

Its body began to change, jumping down from Xiao Wan's arms.

Red hair, bear eyes, burning with hellfire.

Its body began to grow. In front of everyone's eyes, the small toy bear began to turn into the size of an adult, then two meters, three meters.

A breeze blew gently, its fur swaying, revealing the soul-capturing, abyss-like eyeballs beneath the fur.

There were as many as those on the short man, only they were hidden within Zhang Yi's fur.

Zhang Yi stood in front of Xiao Wan, staring fiercely at the crowd, then let out an angry roar.

*Roar—*

As the beast's roar fell, countless eyeballs flew out.

The crowd was startled, firing their guns one after another, countless bullets enveloping Zhang Yi.

Furthermore, a knife specifically used to deal with Ghosts was drawn by a bodyguard.

Fear?

Death?

Ridiculous. These things were not worth mentioning in the face of true poverty.

There is only one disease in the world: the poverty disease.

There is only one thing in the world that is most terrifying: poverty!

Money can make ghosts push millstones, and even more so, make many people sell their lives for you.

Under the countless bullets, Zhang Yi was completely unharmed. Let alone the current him, even before, he was not to be trifled with.

Pure gold can indeed suppress Ghosts, and even kill or contain them.

But for a Special Level Ghost, it was still too weak. This was just their own logical assumption.

Zhang Yi grabbed with one hand, split his large mouth, and sucked hard, directly sucking one of them over.

Then he stared at him, opening his large mouth, countless eyes inside the abyss-like maw staring at him.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you!

He wet himself instantly, and the blade he held to suppress the Ghost also dropped.

Zhang Yi looked at him with great disdain, then bit off his head, tossing the body to the side.

The gunfire continued.

The bloodiness unfolded throughout the entire villa.

Xiao Wan sat to the side singing, her legs dangling, tilting her head, looking very happy.

Her smiling face with curved eyes was very cute.

The short man, covered in eyeballs, was already completely desperate. He seemed to have gone mad.

He sat on the ground, sneering: "Hehe, everyone is dead, everyone must die, everyone must die. It's good, it's really good."

Boss Huang's complexion wasn't normal; he seemed to have overdosed.

He didn't care at all that his subordinates were being slaughtered by a blood-red little bear.

The only Ghost Tamer had been watching the whole time.

True hunters don't strike the moment they arrive; they observe, seeking the right moment.

He suddenly spoke: "Boss Huang has overdosed; his brain is no longer clear. You two take him and leave."

Even though the blood had stained the sofa red, and heads in the room could be used to play billiards, he still wasn't afraid, still doing it, crazily doing it.

This woman had even fainted from fear, yet he was still doing it, completely unafraid.

What kind of person isn't afraid? Fools and the mentally ill! And he, squinting his eyes, was observing Lin Xiaowan. In his view, this bear and the girl must be related.

After thinking for a moment, the bodyguards in front were almost all dead, and the remaining ones were too scared to step forward.

One by one, they turned and began to flee.

He took out a knife and pierced his palm, blood flowing down, viscous and thick.

Before long, a Blood Pool Swamp appeared on the entire floor.

His Ghost, Blood Pool Swamp.

Ability C, also a Special Level Ghost. This was his strength as a member of the White Rope Club!

The spread of the Blood Pool Swamp caused all objects to appear blood-soaked, everything the ground touched turning red.

All the bodyguards who wanted to flee were forcibly controlled in place, unable to move.

"You... what are you doing? We're on the same side!"

One by one, they turned back in terror, staring at him.

Xu Lin, with his gaunt cheeks, gave a cold smile: "I understand we are on the same side, so please help me out."

The next second, the Blood Pool Swamp covered them, and they turned into blood people one by one.

Even the headless ones on the ground, the severed limbs, and even the short man were pulled up.

Everyone became his blood people, rushing toward Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi looked at the blood pool climbing up his feet and took a step back.

Xiao Wan clapped her hands excitedly: "Red, red! Xiao Wan loves red the most!"

(End of chapter)