In fact, Old Jeff is really brave. Not everyone can stand firm in such a supernatural and terrifying situation. Not to mention coming up and talking to Emier, a resentful ghost who created fear.

Imil slowly turned around: "Mr. Matt, what did he leave me?"

From the faint ghost fire burning in his eyes, a vaguely dark and fierce aura rushed straight into Jeff's heart.

Jeffer could even clearly see that the red-haired soul was bound in Imir's eyes, struggling in pain in the burning of ghost fire, trying to escape from this endless fear.

Fortunately, this was only a moment, otherwise Jeff would not be able to guarantee whether he could still gain a foothold under the impact of this negative energy.

Old Jeffer reluctantly made himself stand up straight, his face flushed and gritted his teeth and explained, "I, I don't know... Before leaving, Mr. Matt told me, he left something for you at the bar."

"Is that true?" Imil was still emitting Yin power, but fortunately he soon realized that there were no enemies in this small billiard bar.

Under the influence of his Yin power, a living person will be more or less eroded.

He realized this, so he immediately put away the yin force. The inner world that enveloped the store quietly faded like a layer of water. The inner world suddenly descended and retreated very quickly.

Without changing anything, Old Jeffer looked at his billiard bar in surprise and returned to its original state. The spotlights on the ceiling emitted dim light again, and the sound in the bar seemed to be normal, and deafening and explosive music began to play out.

If he hadn't just seen with his own eyes how Imil dealt with the gangsters of Red Hair in that hell-like world, I'm afraid Old Jeffrey himself would have thought it was a dream.

A dream is just a nightmare...

Old Jeffer hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to confirm whether what he was experiencing was a nightmare or reality. He looked at Emire with a little admiration: "Sir, are you so cool. Are the ones you just now, magic?"

"Magic?" Emire reacted. What Old Jeffer must have been the place of resentment he summoned just now.

He shook his head and said, "No, to be honest, I don't know what kind of ability this is. What did Mr. Matt leave me with what he said?"

Perhaps all the residents of Hell's Kitchen are born with a sense of respect for violence.

Old Jeffer was a little disappointed when he heard that it was not a mysterious magic, but he still looked back at the gangsters lying on the ground, then took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it out, saying, "Mr. Matt wrote some words in spirits on the bar, please go and see it yourself."

"Yum." Imil nodded and walked slowly to the bar. He held the lighter handed over by Old Jeff in his hand, without any movement. Imil, who came from a peaceful world, followed the rules in his previous life, and went to and from get off work on time every day like most people in the city, life was mechanical and ordinary.

But since he was reborn in this world, there have been two people killed by him in just two days. Not many, but it is already very shocking to put Emier on him.

What's even more terrifying is that whether he was killing Lao Babu or the red-haired, there seemed to be a sound in Imir's heart "hissing".

He was luring him, encouraging him to continue killing and promoting terror. The more fear he was about Imil, the stronger his power would be.

Even Imil found that even his character was affected by this voice. No matter how terrifying the place of curse he created was or how cruel the death of the person he killed was, it could not touch his heart at all.

It seems that these people are not a life, but just the food they use to fill in their "bees". How could a person be afraid of his "food"?

This was a vicious thought, and Emire couldn't help but tremble. He lit the flint with his fingers, and a spark fell from Emire's fingertips.

The faint spark, like weightless, was falling in mid-air.

It staggers and lights, giving people the feeling that it will be extinguished in the next moment.

However, even in such a trivial spark, it finally fell tenaciously on the bar counter of the billiard bar. Then there was a "boom" sound, and the bar counter started to burn.

God knows what kind of liquor was dipped in Matt with his fingers, and it was ignited by the flames in an instant, turning into a blazing flame.

The flames burned along the alcohol left by Matt, forming a killing sign composed of two connected diamond patterns. Then next to the unique peugeot of Daredevil, he wrote a sentence in letters: "In the darkness, yearn for the light, and never forget your 'heart'!"

All this happened too quickly. The alcohol that had been evaporating in the air for a long time could not support the burning for too long. It only emitted a moment of light, and then quickly returned to dullness.

Only a little bit of residual fire was left, illuminating Imir's face. He stood in front of the bar and looked silently at the words left to him by Matt: "In the darkness, yearn for the light, don't forget your 'heart'?"

"Is it my 'heart'? But where is my 'heart'?" Emier closed his eyes tightly, and his mind kept flashing through his previous life and memory fragments of this world, including his own and those who originally belonged to the body of "Emier".

He could clearly sense the mark left by "Imir" on his body, all kinds of negative emotions such as fear of death, sorrow and pain.

"So, are you unwilling to disappear just now?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Imil's mouth. He had found his heart. Since he had come to this world, let's live well in this world.

Whether for yourself or for the dead "Imir", the opportunity to live again is really precious.

In particular, he not only obtained this valuable opportunity to work hard, but also gained super power that ordinary people could not imagine. Since this is the case, he must take on such power and protect what he had cherished in the past: friendship, love, and family affection...

This may be what Matt really means. Daredevil did not expect himself to be a good gentleman who would not fight back or fight back. Or a superhero who was active in the city and helped the weak. He only hoped that he could defend his soul, and not become a "crazy man" who was scrupulous and influenced by negative emotions!
Chapter completed!