A woman who calls for wind and rain, a woman who turns her hands into clouds and hands for rain in Hollywood, but she is humbly played with by this old man between applause, but she does not have the slightest sense of resistance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Her stiff and forceful smile had shown that she was extremely unwilling to do all this, but it was all because of the agreement with the devil.

It's just that her eyes were already narrowed when she endured all this, and her mind was full of blanks, and her eyes were divergent, ready to meet the insult of this bastard.

But...... At this time, there was a shadow on the glass curtain wall, the shadow of a person. Mr. Campbell paused, and he looked at the glass wall again, but the shadow that was there was gone. If he wasn't sure that there was a shadow reflected on it, he would almost have suspected that it was his hallucination.

The pants that had just been half taken off were quickly lifted up by him. Subconsciously glanced back, but there was nothing, he didn't see anything, and his heart suddenly jumped a few times "suddenly".

"Mr. Campbell......" Maggie thought she had done something to make the bastard angry, and she couldn't help but turn her head and want to say something...... But I saw that Campbell's face was a little unsightly.

"Get out of here-" Campbell's face was very ugly, he didn't look at Maggie at all, but just said, "Get your panties, get out of here, hurry-"

Maggie suddenly felt a sense of humiliation of being deeply insulted, she wanted to have a seizure, but in the end she chose to endure it silently, picked up her underwear from the floor, walked out slowly, and gently closed the door before leaving the door.

As soon as Maggie went out, he immediately lowered his voice and roared, "Come out, don't think I don't know you, come out quickly, damn it, come out quickly-" He had a feeling of exuberance.

But there was no reflection of anyone on the glass curtain wall, as if everything was just his illusion. But he is absolutely convinced that this is not a delusion.

With his roar, his emotions were agitated, and suddenly his head swayed, and suddenly the head of a huge vulture protruded from the neckline of his clothes. The cuffs were then burst, and a pair of huge wings were deployed. The huge bird's head looked around keenly, trying to spot the figure.

But it was disappointed and saw nothing.

But then the huge vulture's wings flashed, and the glass curtain wall burst with an "uproar", and the vulture flew out of the office with a wave of its wings, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

Vultures fly in the night sky, but they don't find anything. No suspicious person appeared in its eyes. Although it was very unwilling, it flew into the back garden of a villa and landed. When it stopped, it took on the form of a person again.

It was Mr. Campbell. But he walked slowly across the grass and entered from behind, naked. This is his home. His grim gaze flickered with a cold light, making him even more terrifying than he had just looked at Maggie. There was a rancid smell all over his body, as if it were a corpse.

It's just that when he walked into the hall of the villa, he suddenly saw a figure on the glass wall of the hall. He walked, but the figure didn't move with him.

Followed from the office of the building here?

It was indeed a figure, and it was not his own, he jerked his head back, but saw no one. He rushed out again, even if he rushed out without clothes, but he didn't notice anyone outside. But the figure was right in front of him, on the glass wall.

He finally felt a hint of fear in his anger.

People are afraid of what they don't know. Monsters too, they are afraid of what they don't know.

"Who are you—" He asked back into the hall, in the smoothest voice possible to the shadow that appeared on the glass wall. He tried to calm himself down, and the appearance of this shadow frightened him too much.

The shadow didn't speak, it was reflected on the glass wall, it looked blurry, and it was impossible to see who it was, but it was a man's figure that could be distinguished.

"Who the hell are you fucking, damn it-you'd better not provoke me, or I'll let you die-" Campbell finally couldn't hold it anymore, and roared, and he slammed his fist into the glass wall, and he heard a "bang", and the glass wall was broken by his punch.

It took a lot of strength to do that, and his fists were still intact. His strength and explosiveness are very powerful.

Shattered glass, screeching sounds, and the cold wind of that night......

The figure vanished as the glass shattered.

Suddenly, Campbell had a feeling of fear rising from within, and this feeling was blown by the night wind, and there was a dense layer of fine beads of sweat on his back. He hadn't felt this way before, but now he had, because there was a shadow that made it difficult for him to calm down.

Stayed in the hall for a while. It wasn't until he made sure that the shadow of the man no longer appeared on the glass wall that he slowly put down his nervousness. He thought that he would suddenly fly away from the building and get rid of the shadow, but he didn't expect the shadow to follow him here.

"I'll find that bastard, maybe he's been killed by me......" Campbell kept comforting himself, constantly cheering himself up, "He's dead just now......"

With that, he clenched his fists, took a long breath, and walked upstairs to the room. It's time to take a good rest, you have to regulate your emotions, and you can't let this negative emotion control you.

After going upstairs, he did not immediately enter the room, but went to the bathroom.

As he walked through the bathroom mirror, he showed off his naked body. That strong body made him regain some confidence in himself, yes, whatever it was, as long as he was strong enough, there was no need to be afraid of anything. With this in mind, he also made a toned move in front of the mirror to show off his strong muscles.

"Oh, shit-"

Suddenly he exclaimed again, and there was indeed another figure in the mirror. A man in a sweatshirt and hat covering his face is standing in a mirror with his head bowed. The face was completely invisible, a piece of black.

"Wow!", the mirror shattered and fell to the ground with a thud. It's just that the mirror that fell to the ground and some broken parts that hung on the wall, almost every broken part had the shadow of a person. The shadow was there, and there was nothing to see but the sweatshirt.

"Damn, die, die!" Campbell finally went mad, smashing his fist frantically at the fragments of the half-hung mirrors on the ground and on the wall, until the fragments of the mirrors were all powdered and the figure was no longer visible.

Then, as if remembering something, he rushed out of the bathroom and into the hall, letting out a long breath.

"Damn the shadow, I'm going to kill you. Campbell was a little tired, lying on the floor of the hall with his eyes fixed on the top of the hall. But this is the time, and the sky is slowly getting brighter.

And so the night passed.

It had been a terrible night for Campbell, but now he was finally free of that bastard—no, rather, the shadow, to be exact. Damn the shadow, he was still scolding like this in his heart.

The glass all over the floor, a mess, did not make him feel bad, but a relaxed state of mind. In any case, in such broad daylight, there will be no shadow on the glass curtain wall. Let's see if there's a damn shadow tonight.

It's just that he has just breathed a sigh of relief, and the morning sun has already shone through. The sun shone down the hall and on Campbell. It makes him feel very comfortable to be lazy. Stretching out his hand to shield himself from the dazzling sunlight, he was suddenly stunned. Then his eyes widened.

On the ceiling of the hall, the shadow of a person is on it, not as Campbell does, but in an upright posture.

The shadow made Campbell feel as if the sun had cooled down.