The manic DJ music is deafening, the gorgeous flashes change in an instant, laughter and screams are endless, and the restless hormonal aura spreads throughout the bar.

The cell phone on the bar kept vibrating, ringing again and again, but in such a noisy environment, it was impossible to attract the attention of the mobile phone owner. In fact, the bald man was currently busy with the blonde girl who was chatting with him, and his heavy breathing was intermittent.

This situation is quite common here. Among the dense crowds of swaying limbs, men and women who were looking for excitement left the army every now and then found one dark corner after another to silence.

No one noticed the black box with bald head at his feet, nor did anyone noticed a shadow that rushed out of the box and spread in all directions.

The slowly growing shadow released invisible power. The originally smooth surface seemed to be covered with frost. The two people who were close to each other suddenly stopped fiercely. The tongue stirred in the mouth subconsciously contracted and clenched. The teeth were tightened. The bartender, who was originally showing off his bartender skills, slowly lowered the wine glass, and his agile eyes gradually became dull.

The shadow spread rapidly, so a large crowd of people not far away, many spectators lying on the fence on the second floor, as well as men and women in every corner, all stopped their original actions.

The harsh music still roars and the lights are still gorgeous.

There was no response for a long time, and the bald man's cell phone no longer vibrated.

The extreme noise and extreme silence tangled together, forming an atmosphere full of strange aura, until the first man and woman who were hit fell to the ground with two bangs.

Then the second one, the seventh one, the thirty-six one, and one hundred and eighty-four ones...

The shadows extending to all directions seemed to woven into a big evil net, and everyone was bound to sleep and then return to death.

...

"Damn bald guy, I must be good-looking!"

Thinking of what happened just now, Batsa was still unable to hide his anger when he was driving.

Finally, I had a chance to run errands for the hell boss, but it turned out to be a mess about the little things like transportation.

This is tantamount to humiliation for Battersa!

So the bald gangster who caused all this became the target of his hatred.

No one answered the phone, and then he drove towards the other party without hesitation. The bald man obviously had to make the case with him.

"Then I will give you the conditions."

A sinister thought emerged in my mind, and a faint foul light flashed through the green eyes.

Mercedes-Benz's black sedan was extremely fast, and he ignored the red lights on the street and countless screaming passers-by. So half an hour later, he finally rushed outside the wild dog bar where the bald man was.

Get off the car and slammed the door tightly. The guy with demonic blood rushed into the bar angrily.

However, when he pushed open the bar door and was about to find the bald man and roar and scold him, he suddenly stood there in a daze.

It is said that it is the most lively time of the bar, but in this vast building that should have been full of people, there is not even a ghost at this moment. There is only an inexplicable black powder spread all over the floor, emitting a faint reflection of light under the flashing light.

A strange smell of mold filled the nostrils, thrusting his nose, and Batsa's face changed drastically.

As a hell demon and humans mixed with blood, Batsa knows very well about the various smells after human death. If he is not wrong, the current piece of black powder is all the residue left by humans after human death!?

"What happened here? Has Satan descended?"

Muttering, looking at the quiet and uninhabited dark environment deep in the bar, the semi-demon rarely flashed a trace of fear and hesitation in his heart.

Just thinking about his promise not long ago and the possible consequences of delaying this matter, Batsa gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and plucked up the courage to walk deep into the bar.

The feet felt soft when they stepped on the layer of loose powder, as if they were stepping on a certain beach three days ago. However, at that time, he was not only in a leisurely mood, but also two blonde girls were accompanying him.

Now, if he looks at it according to his mood at this moment, he is like an ordinary person about to explore a haunted house with a reputation outside, trembling and walking on thin ice.

"His Majesty Satan bless you, there will be no more accidents, and there will be no more accidents."

He muttered silently, and finally came to the bar counter.

The bar was very quiet at this moment, with only the colorful lights above his head flickering. Fortunately, the "sand" on the ground that blocks the sound existed, otherwise the sound of footsteps alone would be enough to make him extremely nervous.

However, now, he really did not encounter any accidents.

But there was no gain.

"Are you late?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Bartha suddenly felt something passing by from the corner of his eyes, so he quickly turned his head and saw a thin figure sitting upright on the sofa in the shadows not far from the bar.

This made Battersa's already a little relaxed feeling suddenly tighten.

It comes from a unique bloodline, allowing Batsa to see clearly that the thin figure is not a human!

It's a ghost!

There is nothing to care about for normal ghosts. They are often met by half-demons, but the ghost's aura in front of them seems very special, especially the several dark shadows under him are now twisting and entangling with each other. As soon as he observes, a strong resentment comes to his face.

Is this going to swallow thousands of resentful souls?

Battersa's heart trembled, then swallowed, stood there and said, "Hello, may I ask you..."

No response was received, and the existence in the white suit and trousers just lowered his head and sat on the sofa. Except for the occasional trembling when a few shadows under him wrapped around his body along his heels, there was no other reaction.

This made Batsa even more nervous, but the next task had to be completed. He had already seen that his mission goal was now on the sofa beside him.

"I have no intention of offending, but the sir seems to have taken something from us, so please return that thing to us."

After saying politely, Batsa walked carefully towards the figure, his heart full of vigilance, and he paused step by step.

In his perception, ghosts have no reason. These beings who have lost their bodies and wandered around the world and refuse to leave are very hated and cruel to living beings, and are cold-blooded and cruel.

Fortunately, as a man in hell, he thought he could have some response to ghosts. Otherwise, he would not have walked over now, but turned around and looked for reinforcements.

But even so, he was very nervous at this moment. He wanted to grit his teeth and persevere, and then he had the urge to turn around and run away without caring about it.

Obviously the other party did not move, but he just felt a sense of threatening coldness arise from his heart.

Maybe he was already scared after stepping into this unmanned ghost bar.

Fortunately, when he arrived at the other party, he successfully grasped the tip of the spear thrown on the sofa without any accident.

This made Batsa secretly relieved, and then he was about to leave the place quickly with this thing. The originally quiet existence on the sofa suddenly raised his head, and a slight madness like a resentful spirit appeared in his deep and dark eyes, and there seemed to be no slight rationality at all!
Chapter completed!