At night, San Francisco's crowds, scattered lights, and noisy environments combine to make up California's second-largest city.

The Holy Lord of the Soul State roams aimlessly through this vast city, touring this world-famous metropolis and gazing at the proud Americans of this era.

But under the prosperous and developed exterior of San Francisco, what the Holy Lord sees is hidden in the shadows of robbery, **, theft, and collusion between police and bandits.

Powdery white thugs and wolf-wailing black homeless people can be seen everywhere in the slums at night. From time to time, a few gunshots pierced the night sky, accompanied by terrible screams.

The police patrolling a few hundred meters away turned a blind eye to this, still eating donuts and drinking Starbucks with an indifferent face, for him, it was already a quiet and leisurely night.

……

By the river, where the light could not be illuminated, a black thug and a white thug were squatting on the ground, gulping down a cigarette, and the flaming red cigarette butts flickered on and off, revealing the ups and downs of their moods.

"This little thing just died?"

"Dead ......"

"Cao! Don't blame me, I'm just trying to extort a little pocket money, you have to kidnap him to blackmail his rich yellow monkey father......"

"It's his own struggle that is too intense, what's my business!"

"Damn, now that he's dead, who should I ask for a Franklin sum that's enough for me to pay my gambling debts?"

"Enough Larry, although this kid's adoptive father is a yellow pig, he still has a bit of power in the vicinity, if you don't deal with this corpse, you can go to that damn prison to find your Franklin!"

"Okay...... Who the knew this kid was so vulnerable? It's a waste of time tonight, what shit! ”

At the feet of the two complaining was a blonde and blue-eyed boy in a school uniform, with a young face and a small stature, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old.

However, the teenager who was supposed to thrive had already died of suffocation at this time, his face was painful and his face was blue.

The boy's body was tightly tied with ropes, one of which was digging deep into the skin of the boy's neck, which was obviously the cause of his death.

"Throw it in the river to feed the fish, San Francisco fishes out of the river every year not a thousand but eight hundred, not this one, I can't be fished out of the river one day."

The black thug in the loophole pants muttered, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, got up and looked at the staring young man with round eyes, and then crouched down and reached out to close the corpse's eyes.

……

"The soul that has just dissipated, the body that is intact, and the main thing is ...... Still young! ”

The Holy Lord in the soul state suddenly seemed to have discovered something, muttered to himself, and then turned into an afterimage and rushed straight down.

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"Mazefak, don't ink Hogan, you're starting to be sentimental when people are dead? Don't force me to kick your p-shares! Larry, a white thug squatting on the ground and smoking, saw Hogan's movements and immediately shouted curses.

"If you're to blame, blame you for being adopted by a damn Asian, unlucky little orphan."

Hogan, the black thug, said something to the corpse, then clapped his hands and stood up, raising his foot to kick the corpse into the river.

And at this time, a mutation suddenly occurred!

The corpse that had just closed Hogan's eyes with his own hands suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Hogan coldly, with no emotion in his eyes, only endless deep cold.

Huge mental pressure poured down, just a glance at this corpse made Hogan fall into the abyss!

He felt like a dead man, and this corpse was really alive.

Hogan, the black man, fell to the ground in two trembling grounds, his eyes full of fear.

"Stupid human, I really don't know if I should thank you or kill you."

The mechanical stiff and hoarse voice appeared in Hogan's ears without any reason, like a demon's whisper, which frightened him.

The corpse of the young man who had been lying on the ground stood upright as if it had been lifted by an invisible force.

The muscles agitated, and the hemp rope that was originally tightly strangled around the corpse's neck suddenly broke, and Tie Qing's face gradually returned to blood.

The godless eyes also glowed scarlet at this time, and Hogan's gaze was full of indifference, as if he was looking at a poor worm!

He looked up at the sky and opened his hands as if embracing the world.

"There is no demon in the world, what kind of system will it become?" The stiff corners of the young man's stiff mouth squeezed out an ugly smile, revealing a somewhat hideous look: "I, Holy Lord, are back!" ”

The voice of the eleven or twelve-year-old boy made this terrifying scene seem slightly absurd and ridiculous, but Hogan, the black gangster who saw all this opposite, couldn't laugh at all.

Because he knew that he had walked too much at night, and finally met a real ghost!

Hogan only hopes that this unknown evil ghost can spare his life, after all, everyone is a ghost, and they can finally get some relationship.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a huge thunderclap in the dark sky, followed by an unprovoked downpour of rain, as if the heavens and the earth were echoing the Holy Lord at this time.

Larry, a white thug who was smoking not far away, ran over with his hands to block the rain, and scolded impatiently: "Hogan, you shit, you are so small-"

The words stopped abruptly as Larry saw the Holy Lord at this time, his eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in horror, "Shit, shit, this fucking ......"

Then he suddenly remembered something, and showed a sad smile: "This is amazing!" Hogan come and help me catch this kid, my Franklin is back in place! ”

"What can you do if you cheat the corpse, it's just an eleven-year-old kid!" Because of the pouring rain and lightning and thunder, Larry didn't notice the scarlet eyes of the Holy Lord at this time.

And Hogan, who was trying to reduce his sense of existence, heard Larry's greeting at this time, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of bitterness and hatred, and he wanted to kill this pig teammate on the spot.

Dude, can you pull someone else to death? Although I robbed, killed and drugged, I really am a good black man!

But there was an inexplicable look in the eyes of the Holy Lord, and he found that this white gangster was right, his current strength was really an eleven-year-old child.

Even because of the previous reason for death due to lack of oxygen, this body function is even weaker at this time, and just now he relied on the martial arts realm to mobilize his whole body to break free the hemp rope, and he has used up the only remaining strength of this body.

The sheep charm gives the Holy Lord the ability to go out of the body, but it does not increase the body, and the Holy Lord at this time is extremely fragile, and I am afraid that he really can't beat this tall white thug with his hands.

But......

The Holy Lord looked at the white thugs who rushed over and smiled evilly, snapped his fingers crisply, and a black-clothed figure suddenly appeared in the shadows behind him.

The black-clothed figure then divided into two, two into ten, and ten out of ten......

The next moment, a whole line of black-clad masked ninjas knelt down on one knee in front of him.

It was the first time he had summoned the Ghost Shadow Corps since coming to this world, but the Holy Lord had no sense of jerkiness.

These ninja soldiers are hard-working, able to clean the house, kill people and sell goods, and at the same time be brave and fearless, not afraid of death, and most importantly, not for wages.

It's everyone's dream subordinate!

The torrential rain was still falling, hitting the ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Corps, but it carried a sense of solemnity and solemnity.

The Holy Lord looked at the two thugs who saw that things were not good and wanted to run away, and ordered softly:

"Go and get those two fools who don't know whether they live or die, I've got something to ask them!"

In the next moment, countless afterimages cut through the rain curtain and besieged Larry and Hogan, the two little gangsters.

The ninja soldier's fierce and pure killing intent passed through the millennium, enveloping the two of them, making them tremble involuntarily, and the legs that were originally running fast were messed up, and they fell into the pit of stagnant water.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless darts were pinned to the two thugs, and there were a few kunai's sharp blades, and they were only a fraction of a millimeter away from their main arteries!

“……”