The manic DJ music is deafening, the flashing lights are changing in an instant, the laughter and screams are endless, and the hormonal atmosphere spreads throughout the bar.

The mobile phone on the bar vibrates and rings and rings, but in this noisy environment, it simply cannot attract the attention of the owner of the phone. In fact, the bald man was busy with the blonde female companion who accosted him at the moment, and his heavy wheezing was intermittent.

This is quite common here, and not far away in the dense crowd of people swaying their limbs, men and women who are looking for excitement break away from the large group, and then find one dark corner after another to steal their voices.

No one noticed the black box with the bald head at his feet, and no one noticed that a shadow came out of the box and spread in all directions.

The slowly growing shadow released invisible power, and the originally smooth surface seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the two people who were next to each other suddenly stopped violently, the tongue that was stirring in the mouth subconsciously contracted away, and the teeth were clenched, and the bartender who was showing off his bartending skills also slowly lowered his wine glass, and his smart eyes gradually became dull.

The shadow spread rapidly, and the crowd of people not far away, the many spectators lying on the fence on the second floor, and the men and women who were distracted from all corners all stopped their original movements.

The cacophony still rumbles, and the lights are still bright.

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

Extreme noise and extreme silence intertwined, forming an atmosphere full of eerie atmosphere, until the first man and woman fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately after the second, the seventh, and the thirty-sixth......

The shadows that stretched in all directions seemed to weave a great web of evil, and everyone was bound and had to sleep and then die.

……

"Damn bald guy, I want him to look good!"

Thinking of what had just happened, Batsa, who was driving, still couldn't hide his anger.

I finally had a chance to run errands for the hell boss, but it turned out that something went wrong in such a trivial matter as transportation.

This is tantamount to a humiliation for Batsa!

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

No one answered the phone, and he then drove towards the other party without hesitation - the bald man behaved like this, obviously trying to negotiate terms with him.

"Then I'll give you conditions."

Grim thoughts came to mind, and a faint fierce light flashed in the emerald green eyes.

The Mercedes-Benz black sedan was so fast that he didn't care about the red lights on the street and the countless screaming passers-by, so half an hour later, he finally arrived outside the wild dog bar where the bald guy was.

Get out of the car and slam the door shut. The demonic fellow walked towards the bar in a rage.

However, when he pushed open the door of the bar, and was about to find the bald guy and then roar and curse, he suddenly froze in place.

It should be the busiest time for the bar right now, but in this vast building that should be full of people, there is not even a ghost shadow at this moment, only an inexplicable black powder spread all over the ground, emitting a faint reflection under the flickering light.

A strange musty smell filled his nostrils, and he shrugged his nose, and Batsa's face changed dramatically.

As a hybrid of hellish demons and humans, Batsa is very aware of the smells of human death, and if he is not mistaken, this piece of black powder right now is all the residue left behind by human death!?

"What's going on here? Has His Majesty Satan come?"

Muttering, looking at the dark environment in the depths of the bar, the half-demon had a rare flash of fear and hesitation.

Just thinking of the promise he had made not long ago, and the possible consequences of delaying this matter, Batsa gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and mustered up the courage to step deeper into the bar.

The top of your feet felt soft on that layer of powder, as if you had stepped on the sand on a beach three days ago. It's just that at that time he was not only in a relaxed mood, but also had two blondes in his arms.

Now, judging by his mood at this moment, he looks like an ordinary person about to explore a haunted house with a bad name, trembling and walking on thin ice.

"Your Majesty Satan willing, there will be no more accidents, and there must be no more accidents."

After muttering silently, he finally made his way to the bar.

The bar was very quiet at the moment, only the colorful lights flickered overhead, and the "sand" on the ground that blocked the sound was there, otherwise the footsteps alone would have made him extremely nervous.

Now, however, he did not encounter the slightest surprise.

But it didn't get anything.

"Are you late?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Batsa suddenly felt something flicker out of the corner of his eye, so he hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw a rather thin figure sitting on the sofa in the shadows not far from the bar.

This made Batssa's originally slightly relaxed mood suddenly tightened.

Originating from a unique bloodline, Batsa can see clearly that the thin figure is not a person!

It's a ghost!

Normal ghosts have nothing to care about, they can often encounter these half-demons, but the ghost aura in front of him is very special, especially the several pitch-black shadows under him are now twisting and entangled with each other, as soon as he observes, a thick resentment rushes to his face.

It's going to devour thousands of resentful souls, right?

Batsa trembled in his heart, then swallowed his saliva, stood in place and said, "Hello, may I ask what you are ......"

There was no response, and the being in the white suit and trousers sat down on the couch with his head bowed. There was no other reaction other than the occasional tremor as a few shadows wrapped around his heels.

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

"I don't mean to offend, but it seems that the gentleman took one of our things, so please give us back that thing as well."

After a polite remark, Batsa walked cautiously towards the figure, full of vigilance in his heart, and walked step by step.

In his perception, ghosts are not rational to speak of, and these beings who have lost their bodies and wander the world and refuse to leave are very hostile to living beings, and they are cold-blooded and cruel.

It's also thanks to him, as a man in hell, that he can have a little deal to deal with ghosts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have walked over now, but turned around to look for help.

But even so, he was very worried in his heart at the moment. One moment I want to grit my teeth and persevere, and the other time I have the urge to run away regardless of the U-turn.

Obviously, the other party didn't make any moves, but he just felt a cold feeling full of threats growing in his heart.

Probably after stepping into this deserted haunted bar, he was already scared.

Luckily, when he reached the other man's side, he managed to hold the tip of the spear that had been thrown on the sofa without any incident.

This made Batsa secretly relieved, and then he was about to take this thing and leave the place quickly. The originally quiet and motionless existence on the sofa suddenly raised its head, and in the deep dark eyes, a touch of madness like a resentful spirit emerged, looking without the slightest sense at all!

Batsa's mind quickly became confused because of this, and then his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.