"Boss, this is it."

"Since three days ago, strange sounds and roars have been coming from this house, and every night there are all kinds of strange and secret voices of ghosts around the room, which is terrifying."

"Originally, I shouldn't have alarmed you boss for such a trivial matter, but in this three-day continuous temptation, the gang members who were tempted by our heavy reward and sent in went in one after another, and soon after they went crazy, they died in a strange state, and there was really no way, so I would expect you to make a move, boss."

Pickup looked at Chris Charlotte with a tired face, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pointed to the house in front of him, his face full of fear and fear.

Chris Charlotte's face remained unchanged when he heard this, and his eyes calmly turned to a young man in front of the house, who was wrapped in a bath towel haphazardly, bare-chested, and kept gnawing on the index fingers of both hands.

At this time, this young man with blond hair, no more than 20 years of age, and a fairly delicate appearance, was obviously in such a state that even though he had bitten off six or seven of his index fingers on both hands, and the bones were white and bloody, he still did not feel any pain, but his face was full of an evil smile with masochistic satisfaction in madness.

"This guy is your subordinate?"

Chris Charlotte glanced at Pikafu beside him with an indifferent face, and suddenly Pikachu, who was already frightened, fell directly to the ground and began to stammer.

"Yes, Boss, he is indeed my little brother."

"His name is Khaki, and he is a brilliant thug, and his original personality is extremely cold and bloodthirsty, which is why I finally sent him to this strange house to find his fate."

"Who would have thought that it would only take more than an hour, and when he came out again, he was already half crazy, and when he returned home, he rushed back to this place with a bath towel in his bath towel halfway through, and began to gnaw his index finger, so that all the brothers in the gang did not dare to enter this house again."

Chris Charlotte listened to the excuse of Picafor beside him, and did not say anything, but carefully stared at the man in front of the house who was still gnawing his fingers.

Chris Charlotte didn't look long for a while, and after just a dozen breaths, he withdrew his gaze from the madman Khaki and walked directly towards the eerie looking house in the distance, whose walls were covered with moss and greenery.

When Pikaford saw Chris Charlotte's move, he wanted to stop it, but because of his lack of courage, he stood still.

Chris Charlotte casually walked into this strange hut, and as soon as he entered, he vaguely felt a mysterious spiritual ripple suddenly appear in the house, and began to try to sneak into his mind, confusing his thoughts and emotions.

It's just that Chris Charlotte's spiritual discovery is so strong that even the arrival of John, the son of God, may not be able to make his spirit chaotic and fluctuate, and a small spiritual ripple to accomplish such a thing is tantamount to being more ridiculous and ignorant than a mayfly shaking a tree.

"Humph!"

With a soft snort from Chris Charlotte's nose, this spiritual fluctuation that tried to invade his mind was instantly crushed by an unpredictable spiritual tsunami.

"Ignorant crumbs."

Chris Charlotte smiled disdainfully on his god-like face under his thick silver hair, and his gaze looked directly in the direction of the house's toilets.

As his gaze flowed, he saw the corpse of a bearded man on the wooden door of the toilet, which had been folded in two like bent fritters.

The corpse of the bearded man with a rough face was folded horizontally, hanging diagonally from the wooden door of the toilet with his head and feet intersecting, as ugly and ridiculous as a dried flat toad, and the entrails and blood of his corpse were stained everywhere on the wooden door.

This dilapidated wooden toilet door has been affected by this, and it has become extremely bloody and eerie.

&nbs-->>

p; "This world is really the lair of the evil god, it was so crazy and weird at the beginning, the old days!"

There was a rare solemnity in Chris Charlotte's eyes, not because of the hellish scene in front of him, but because he thought of the madness of this world from the strangeness of this place.

"Step, step..."

Chris Charlotte waved his hand and picked up a bench in the house and threw it at the wooden toilet door, smashing it apart along with the corpse above it, and then he stepped into the filthy toilet with his hand on his nose and a disgusted face.

As soon as he entered the toilet, Chris Charlotte's eyes were shocked by the shocking traces of blood and the remnants of internal organs, and an extremely fishy smell mixed with the passing came directly to his face.

"Damn ants!"

Chris Charlotte stared coldly at a broken glass mirror on the wall of the toilet, this tattered glass mirror was glowing with a thick blood, and in this thick blood, a little black-haired girl with a cloak was constantly looming, laughing and singing and dancing wildly.

"One, two, three, four, five, the axe is dancing.

Two, three, four, five, six, knives and forks are laughing.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, cats and dogs all sing.

Sixty or seventy, Carly invites you into the feast of death.

One, two, three, four, five......"

"Enough, you disgusting ants and crumbs, do you think my patience and my handsomeness are good enough!"

"You're guessing wrong, Mole Ant, let me bury you with your death!"

Chris Charlotte stared coldly at the blood-colored broken mirror in front of him, and his hand was imprinted on the mirror with disdain.

Suddenly, all the crazy inheritance distractions and chaotic emotions in his mind poured into the mirror in front of him through the infinite madness of his left hand.

"Ahh

In an instant, accompanied by an extremely miserable scream of grief, the body of the black-haired little girl in the blood-colored mirror was directly shattered, and the pieces were instantly cracked and shattered, and then directly burned to ashes by an invisible spiritual flame.

At the same time, on the mirror surface of this mirror, which was originally a little broken, the image of a silver-haired man on the upper body was lightly imprinted on it, which also meant that this seal, which originally belonged to the audience's route, was successfully dominated by Chris Charlotte's powerful spiritual power, and became a new seal that was completely controlled by him.

"The Mirror of Damnation, the ability to randomly curse and kill a person with malicious intentions towards its master, Chris Charlotte, every three days.

Capability limitations, below Sequence 6, with a range of no more than two kilometers from the seal.

Side effects, in which the user becomes progressively apathetic until they are completely apathetic, are ineffective against Chris Charlot, the creator of the seal. ”

With a nonchalant expression, Chris Charlotte casually pulled up the new seal, and at the same time gave it the name of the Cursed Mirror.

Outside the house, Pikafor, who was nervously watching the movement in the house, watched Chris Charlotte calmly walk out of the strange house in front of him with a frightened and complicated face, and couldn't help but hurry up to greet him.

In front of him was a thunderous whip, the terrifying force carried by this whip directly shattered Pikafor's head in an instant, and at the same time, the body of the Scarlet Cross, who had a complicated mentality and was not happy about Chris Charlotte's appearance, directly whipped up and fell into the gutter next to the house.

"Humph! Be unfaithful to me, and you deserve it! ”

Outside the cold house, Zhou Luo held the Cursed Mirror with a calm face, and with the other hand, he casually shook the scarlet blood above the palm of his right hand, and smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

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