People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

The off-road vehicle parked in front of the fountain. Looking at the curved upward stairs, Geralt sighed: "Rich people just love to toss."

Can only get off and walk.

The demon-hunting gun is slung across the shoulder, and the demon-breaking hand crossbow is folded and fixed on the wrist, with three magic-breaking arrows pre-installed.

"Huh?" Geralt heard a scream and saw light coming from inside the villa.

white light.

green light.

Green light is truly magical - it's funny when it shines on your head, and it's eerie when it shines on your face.

There is only a thin line between the ridiculous and the terrible.

hairline.

Magic power was input into the eyes, and Geralt's pupils changed from black to blue. This is the night vision ability added to the spiritual vision talent.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Geralt saw a ghost and two men and two women.

The ghost floats in the air with a face full of green light, exactly like Harold Cobos.

Under his spiritual vision, Harold was surrounded by black mist, as thick as ink that could not be melted.

There is no doubt that this is an evil spirit.

The big guy among the boys was sweating profusely and was trying his best to push the door open, but he couldn't open it.After his physical strength was exhausted, the big man collapsed on the ground in despair, showing a miserable smile.

The other boy was thin, wearing glasses, and his body was shaking like chaff, but he tried hard to block one of the girls.

The girl blocked by the thin boy has a hot figure. She is obviously young, but she looks like she has been through a lot of weather.

At this point she completely lost her mind and screamed instinctively.

It is said that screaming is the result of human evolution and has three main functions: to relieve stress, call for help and scare certain predators.

Screaming sometimes works, sometimes it just seems silly.

Geralt sighed at two points: this girl has a really big lung capacity, and the villa is really soundproofed.

The last girl had a pretty face and seemed to be negotiating with a ghost.

Muscular man...nerd...sexy girl...pure girl - isn't this the best lineup for traditional horror movies?

No one died...

Kind of weird.

Geralt didn't know the reason. There was no need to delve into it for the time being. Let's save people first.He suspected that if the sexy woman continued to scream, her voice would be completely broken.

After checking with his spiritual vision, there was no supernatural power attached to the door. Geralt tried to push it.

The door creaked and opened.

The four people and one ghost in the room all looked at Geralt, blankly staring at the intruder.

The good news is: After being stunned, Pepper's screams stopped abruptly.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

Geralt looked around and his eyes fell on Anderson.

"that whoever……"

"what?"

Anderson was confused and pointed at his nose.

"I?"

"Well, it's you."

Geralt said: "The structure of the door determines that it can only be pushed from the outside or pulled from the inside...understand?"

Anderson was completely stunned. It turned out to be like this. No wonder he couldn't push the breast away even though he exhausted his strength.But... such a scary ghost is floating there, is it really okay for you to tell me this?

"The door is open, don't you want to leave?"

"what!"

Anderson glanced at the door.The desire to survive re-infused energy into the limp body.He stood up but didn't dare run.

Anderson glanced at the floating Mr. Cobos and took two steps towards the door. Seeing that the ghost made no move, he sprinted towards the door, only regretting that his parents had lost two legs.

Geralt looked at the other three people: "Aren't you leaving?"

Peter took Pepper's wrist and said to Michelle:

"go!"

Michelle followed Peter. After exiting the gate, she turned back and forgot about Geralt.

Before they could run out of the villa yard, the three of them slowed down.

Pepper couldn't run anymore.

Michelle glanced at the 36D on Pepper's chest and complained bitterly: "It's weird to be able to run with such a heavy burden."

Michelle turned back again, looked in the direction of the villa, and murmured: "Who is that person, the legendary exorcist?"

"Maybe. Ghosts show up, and it makes sense that an exorcist would exist."

Seeing Michelle's eagerness to give it a try, Peter worried: "No matter who it is, I think it's better not to have anything to do with him."

"You're right." Michelle said perfunctorily.

Then she patted Peter on the shoulder and praised: "You are usually unreliable. At least you didn't run away at the critical moment. You are quite reliable, unlike some people, haha."

Peter smiled shyly and glanced at Pepper, finding that the latter still hadn't come back to his senses. He was a little disappointed and sighed in his heart, hoping that the goddess would recognize Anderson's true face through this time.

He didn't know that Pepper didn't need Anderson's connotation, she needed Anderson's identity as a member of the school football team.Just like her luxury bags, what she needs is not the bags, but the bonus of luxury brands. I have what others don’t have.

……

……

"Who are you?" Harold Cobos stared at Geralt and said angrily: "Why did you break into my house?!"

"You are wrong about one thing, Mr. Cobos." Geralt said: "Death is like a lamp going out. Dead people should not stay in the world of the living. I am a witcher and I took over the task and was responsible for investigating this incident. The villa is haunted, please cooperate."

"Demon hunter... so you are here to destroy me?" Harold pretended to be scared, "I didn't hurt others, I just scared them away. You saw it..."

Geralt nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it."

I don't think so in my heart.

[Winchester Demon Hunting Code] Part [-]: [Don’t believe any lies].

What's more, from the perspective of spiritual vision, Harold is definitely not a kind person.

Geralt didn't know why Harold didn't kill him, but it was definitely not an evil spirit that was merciful.

Geralt continued: "Don't worry, Mr. Cobos. Witchers are not an unreasonable group. Let's sit down and talk and come up with a plan that is acceptable to you and me. What do you think, Mr. Cobos?"

Harold sneered in his heart, young!

I just feel like the Witcher is really nothing special.

Harold didn't kill anyone for two reasons:

First, he knew about the existence of witchers.

Demon hunters are indeed legendary to ordinary people, but this does not include the upper class of society like Harold.Harold didn't want to harm anyone for the time being, just because he didn't want to attract the attention of the witcher.

Second, Harold has a special ability that allows him to draw energy from other people's fears and become stronger.He doesn't need to kill to gain energy like other evil spirits.

Harold knew very well that as long as no one died, the haunted villa would attract more death-seeking explorers.Maybe a little slower is better than a slow stream.

God's calculations were not as good as those of humans, but the demon hunter still came.

Fortunately, he was a young demon hunter, inexperienced and easy to deceive.

"It is said that the souls of witchers are more delicious than ordinary people."

Harold struggled internally.

"Any questions?" Geralt asked.

"No, no." Harold quickly calmed down and said, "I just didn't expect Mr. Demon Hunter to be so easy to talk to."

"Haha, people are divided into good and bad, and so are ghosts." Geralt said with a smile: "Except for old antiques, no one wants to kill ghosts when they meet. Well, how should I put it... Oh, human nature That’s what they say about turning into a demon hunter!”

"Sit, sit here." Harold gestured in the direction of the luxurious sofa as a master.

The two sat down.

Face to face.

Harold saw Geralt smiling and raising his left hand, thinking that Geralt wanted to shake hands. He just stretched out his hand, but saw the witcher raise his right hand and press it on his left wrist.

bass!

The magic-breaking hand crossbow fixed on the wrist unfolds the crossbow arm, "swipes" and shoots a magic-breaking arrow.

Harold didn't react at all. The magic-breaking arrow hit him directly in the chest, and only the feathers of the palm-long crossbow remained outside.

Harold looked down at the wound and saw black blood flowing from it.

It turns out that ghosts can also bleed...

next moment.

Pain came flooding back.Not only that, Harold found that he could not hide his figure - the effect of the magic-breaking arrow.

Geralt slowly took off the Winchester Demon Hunting Gun from his back and pointed the black muzzle at Harold.

"People have good and bad qualities, and so do ghosts, but evil spirits are not included."

"Mr. Evil Spirit Cobos, do you have any last words?"

Harold wailed, staring at Geralt with hatred in his eyes.When he realized that Geralt was unmoved, his hand holding the gun and his index finger on the trigger as steady as a rock, his eyes suddenly turned pleading, helpless, and pitiful.

Completely different emotions, seamless switching.

The self-cultivation of top businessmen.

His quality is no less than that of a good politician.

"do not want!"

boom!

Pull the trigger decisively.

The demon-hunting gun made by the occult craftsmen of the Old West had sparks ejected from the muzzle. The silver bullet, engraved with a holy cross and soaked in holy water, flew out of the muzzle along the rifling and accurately hit Harold's chest.

Hadro's expression froze.

"'Don't' is too poor as a last word." Geralt curled his lips.

Harold was not given a chance to say more.

The conditions offered by a rich man like him are sometimes really hard to refuse.

Do you think, would you be tempted to give up a trivial D-level guild mission in exchange for wealth that you can't spend all your life?

Be excited.

He is not a killer who can't get feelings, Geralt doesn't want to test human nature.

Harold walked away uneasily.

The last thought was of reluctance.

Under the spiritual vision, Harold's body disappeared, leaving only a black mist and a faintly glowing... long card?

Thinking he had made a mistake, Geralt rubbed his eyes.

The card is still there.

A line of prompts appeared in Geralt's mind:

[I found a bookmark, do you want to pick it up? 】

It turned out to be a bookmark, not a card... Geralt said silently:

"Pick up."

The bookmark disappeared.

Feeling something in his heart... Geralt summoned the [Book of Proverbs] and found that the missing bookmark was sandwiched between pages 2 and 3.

Turn to page 3.

There is a picture on the originally blank page of the book. In the picture, Harold Cobos has a green face and sharp teeth, surrounded by black mist. Under the picture is a text message:

[Name: Harold Cobos

Race: Ghost (evil spirit)

Skill: Absorb fear emotions

Revolving Lantern: Not watched yet

Status: soul-crushing

Note: Watching the revolving lantern can increase the experience required to upgrade the witcher]

"Watch."

A cloud of mist hit his face, and in a flash, Geralt found himself watching Harold's life revolving door from a God's perspective.

Harold comes from a famous financial family.

All roads lead to Rome, and Rome is where you go.

Being born with a golden key in your mouth is good, but not everything is good.

Houses, luxury cars, airplanes and yachts... things that most people strive for their entire lives, Harold can get at his fingertips.Maybe it was too easy to come by, and the luxuries that others dreamed of could only bring Harold a short-term sense of novelty.

So Harold began to search for the meaning of life.

It is said that money cannot buy love.

Harold has a short stature, a middle-aged Mediterranean baldness and a general belly, but there is no shortage of beauties around him, including fat, thin, white, black, yellow and brown.He has been married five times and has never been crazy about a woman. Maybe the women he meets have secretly marked their prices, and the only difference is the price.

He does not love his wife, nor his offspring.

Harold once worked hard to take the family business to new heights.

However it is not required.

The big family's resources such as connections, information, talents, etc. do not need to work hard at all, and money will flow in like tap water.

In the end Harold fell into the illusion caused by the drug.Until one day, someone gave him a black business card: one side had a white skull pattern, and the black eye sockets were filled with maggots.The other side just has a phone number.

The man told Harold that his name was Sheila and that he was a businessman who sold special things, such as pain, torture, and killing.

Sheila takes a blindfolded Harold to a room.

Dark, damp, and empty.

There was a middle-aged man in the room, haggard and thin, with fear hidden in his numb eyes.

Sheela said the middle-aged man was terminally ill and volunteered to be killed in exchange for money for his family.

His price is... 2 Baileys.

Incredibly cheap.

Sheila handed Harold a loaded revolver.

"Have a good time." Silla bowed slightly and left with a smile.

Harold held the revolver, hesitating until his palms became sweaty.He pointed the gun at the middle-aged man's temple.

boom!

Red blood and white brains splashed on his face. Harold pressed his heart and felt the violent heartbeat.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The shock gradually turned into morbid laughter.

Next, Harold would buy "death" from Sheila every once in a while.

After about a year, Harold became dissatisfied.At this time, Sheila recommended higher-level services to Harold.

Commodity carriers are no longer “volunteers”.

But innocent people kidnapped.

They were hung, tied to chairs, or fixed to beds.And Harold used knives, pliers, sticks, hammers, flamethrowers, all kinds of heinous things, and tortured people to death with unspeakable torture.

Amid the screams, Harold felt himself sublimated.

[Anger +1

angry +1

angry +1

...]

Text messages scrolled through Geralt's mind.

Even though he had experienced various cruel supernatural events, even though he knew that this was Harold's past memory, even though he claimed to be rational, Geralt was still as angry as an erupting volcano.

How can humans be so cruel to their own kind!

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

Not long ago, Harold suffered a heart attack and died despite ineffective rescue efforts.

What follows is Harold's memory as a ghost.

On the first day, Harold was confused and wandering around.

The next day, after waking up, Harold tried to leave the villa, but was stopped by invisible forces.

On the third day, relying solely on his own negative energy, Harold became an evil spirit. Not only could he appear in front of people and interfere with the living world, but he could also become stronger by absorbing other people's negative emotions.