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

next moment.

Pain came flooding back.

Harold found himself unable to move or become invisible.

——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.

"There are good and bad people, 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.

Geralt didn't want to test humanity.

Harold walked away uneasily.

The last thought was of reluctance.

A prompt appeared in Geralt's mind: [Demon Hunter Experience +30].

Harold's spirit body disappeared, leaving only a black mist and a faintly glowing... long card?

Geralt rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong.

The card is still there.

Reminder in mind: [I found a bookmark, do you want to pick it up? 】

It turned out to be a bookmark, not a card... Geralt thought about it and said silently:

"Pick up."

The bookmark paused and disappeared.

Geralt felt something in his heart and 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]

"Watch."

A cloud of mist hits the face.

Slightly dazed.

Geralt found himself watching Harold's revolving door of life from God's perspective.

All roads lead to Rome, and some people were born in Rome.

Harold comes from a well-known financial family.

It can be said that he was born with a golden key in his mouth.

Houses, luxury cars, airplanes and yachts, things that most people strive for their entire lives to obtain, Harold has at his fingertips.It was too easy to come by, and Harold couldn't be satisfied by what others could only dream of.

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 set a price, and the only difference is the price. … Harold did not love his wife or his children.

The lack of emotion left him lonely and empty.

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.

The world is like this, it is easier for rich people to make money.

At last.

Harold, like many rich kids, fell into the illusion brought about by drugs.Until one day, someone gave him a black business card: on one side was a white skull, with black eye sockets 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.

"I wish you a good time." Silla bowed gracefully 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%

Anger +1%

Anger +1%

...]

Text messages scrolled through Geralt's mind.

Even though he had experienced various cruel supernatural events, even though he knew it was just a memory, even though he claimed to be rational, Geralt was still angry.

Anger burned in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt.

How can humans be so cruel!

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

Half a month ago, Harold suffered a heart attack and died after 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. He could not only appear in front of people, interfere with the living world, and awaken special abilities.

Evil people live, evil spirits die.

dross!

……

……

The revolving door was very long, but the reality only lasted a moment.

The Book of Proverbs has finally changed:….Page [1]——Personal Attributes: [Occupation: Demon Hunter lv1 (30/100)]

Page [2]——The claw hammer and vacuum cleaner icons have changed.

[Item name: Black goat (claw hammer).

Category: Magic Tool

Rage value: 100%

Function: Strength +50%, 30% chance of ignoring defense (the opponent's strength is higher than the user's, and the chance of armor breaking is reduced)

Additional skills: Rage burst]

[Unlocking conditions: The accumulated anger value reaches 100%. 】

[Anger Burst: When the anger value reaches 100%, all anger will be released in the form of a shock wave. 】

[Item name: Lord of the Flies (vacuum cleaner)

Appearance: Vacuum cleaner

Category: Magic Tool

Function: Absorb corpses or spirit body residues with supernatural properties to increase personal attributes. 】

[Unlock condition: Destroy a supernatural creature]

The unlocking conditions are not difficult, but they are not explained at the beginning.So Geralt had no idea how to unlock other items.

The ability of the items made Geralt quite satisfied, and he could finally get rid of the title of "housekeeping player".

Page [3] - Information about Harold Cobos:

[Name: Harold Cobos

Race: Ghost (evil spirit)

Skill: Absorb negative emotions

Revolving Lantern: Watched.

Status: soul-crushing]

Finally, there is the bookmark sandwiched between the pages:

[Item name: Middle-aged man’s lifelong enemy

Category: Bookmarks

Effect: Hairline retreat speed doubled, valid for 30 days

Note: Only effective for middle-aged men over 35 years old]

Geralt was shocked: the effect of this bookmark was so vicious.

He is worthy of the title of lifelong enemy of middle-aged men.

It's just this bookmark, is it...serious?

Geralt suddenly looked across. There was black mist left after Harold's death floating in the air.

"Lord of the Flies!" Geralt summoned the newly unlocked magic tool.

The Lord of the Flies still looks like a horizontal vacuum cleaner, but its appearance has changed drastically.

There are two rows of fangs on the outer edge of the mouth, a fly's compound eye on each corner of the mouth, and a long pink tongue with barbs hanging out.

The dust collector is round, with two wheels at the bottom, and the dust collection cover is painted with green [Lord of the Flies pattern].

This look... Geralt actually found it ugly.

Geralt had more ways to use Lord of the Flies in his mind.

He held the handle and pointed the nozzle at Harold's remaining black mist, "Swallow it, Lord of the Flies!"

The Lord of the Flies made a "buzzing" sound, opened his mouth, rolled his tongue, and sucked in the black mist.

He smacked his mouth, looking like he was still unfinished.

Reminder in mind: [Spirit +1]

[Name: Geralt Winchester

Race: human

Sex: Male

Age: 18

Occupation: Demon Hunter lv1 (30/100)

Attributes: Strength 15, Spirit 16, Agility 17, Constitution 18

Talent: Spiritual Vision lv1

Skills: Night Vision (Special Vision Additional Ability 1), Winchester Fighting Technique, Forbidden Spell Pattern

Attribute Points: 0

Skill Points: 0

Status: Healthy]

The agility did increase by 1 point, Geralt felt refreshed, but other than that there was nothing special.

Maybe the attribute value has been added too little and a qualitative change has not yet occurred.

"Haha, I unlocked two magic tools, added experience and attributes, and the harvest is big enough... You can't be too greedy." Geralt warned himself. .... Geralt walked around the huge villa and found no other ghosts.

He took out his mobile phone and called the guild's customer service number.

connected.

"Miss Yin Lisabai, I am White Wolf."

"Your Excellency Bailang, Yin Lisabai is at your service wholeheartedly!" A sweet voice came from the mobile phone.

Miss Yin Lisabai.

Guild operator, whose qualifications can be traced back to the early days of the Witcher Guild.The sweet voice has remained for thousands of years, and the true identity is still a mystery.

"Task number: tgw20020621-18-d, completed, please accept."

"Okay, we will arrange the acceptance inspection for you immediately. You can leave first. The acceptance results will be notified via SMS on the site. Please wait patiently."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's your duty."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Not long after the SUV left the villa, someone on the roadside stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up - meaning he was hitching a ride.

Gunmetal gray suit, lined with black bottoming shirt, brown formal leather shoes, fedora gentleman hat.

It was late at night, and this gentleman was dressed quite strangely.

Ordinary people probably don't dare to park.

Park the car and roll down the windows.

"Where?"

"Hello." The man took off his gentleman's hat, bowed slightly and said, "I'm very sorry, I am the task publisher of the Haunted Villa, Luke Roman."

Geralt looked at Luke Roman. His face was strong and he was in his mid-40s, giving him a meticulous first impression.

"Mr. Roman, this seems to be against the rules." Geralt said.

"If I remember correctly, the guild does not stipulate that the task issuer cannot contact the demon hunter who is performing the task. In fact, contacting the employer is also one of the daily tasks of the demon hunter. The difference is that this time it is an online task, and the contact occurs in After the mission is completed."

Luke leaned forward again, "But it was indeed presumptuous. I'm very sorry."

What Luke said makes sense. The guild does not have many rules and does not have strong constraints on its members. It is more like a loose alliance.

Geralt opened the door and got out of the car.He became slightly interested in Luke's purpose.

Luke then saw clearly that Geralt was younger than he thought.

A teenager who is ten years old...young means that the teenager in front of him is a genius.But young geniuses are like well-growing saplings.

What Luke needs is a towering tree that can immediately provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Luke was a little disappointed.

He quickly calmed down and handed over his business card with both hands, "Luke Roman, head of Roman's agency."

Geralt took the business card and said, "Real estate agency?"

"Yes, but it's a little different from ordinary real estate agents." Luke said a professional term, "Mainly responsible for contaminating real estate."

Then explained:

"The so-called contaminated property refers to a house where unfortunate events have occurred, including but not limited to murder, accidental death, and haunting."

"Some contaminated properties are completely normal. Strange light reflections, rats in the pipes, lights flickering on and off due to unstable voltage, plus psychological effects... A normal house will give people a creepy feeling and it will be over. It has depreciated significantly, with a maximum drop of 35%, and it still cannot be sold.”

"Of course, some of them cannot be explained by science. For example, the newly moved goblins are particularly noisy, ancient ghosts in old houses and other supernatural events."

"So? What does this have to do with you staying here?" Geralt leaned against the car door and took out a lighter.

Ding!

The sound is crisp and pleasant.

Luke offered the cigarette knowingly.

"Don't smoke."

Geralt waved his hand and declined.

His lighter is a special lighter, and the oil tank is filled with corpse oil, which is used to attract ghosts after being lit.So Geralt didn't start the fire, just listened to the crisp sound.

Geralt thought of the lighter among the seven magic tools. He wondered what it would look like after unlocking it and what effect it would have.

"Smoking is harmful to your health. It's better not to smoke." When he was refused the cigarette, Luke was not embarrassed and said: "I have a special team that specializes in dealing with contaminated properties. It can deal with floating spirits and mischievous ghosts. For example, this time in the villa The evil spirits can only seek help from outside."

"The problem is, it takes time from the time the task is posted on the official website until someone accepts it, and then to the specific execution stage, and some events can't wait." Luke sighed: "Fortunately, the evil spirits in the villa haven't started killing people yet this time."

Luke also tries to stop the haunted house explorers, but to no avail.First, the villa was too big and they lacked manpower and energy.Secondly, people who like to commit suicide cannot be persuaded by good words, and the more they are banned, the more aggressive they become.

To put it simply, Luke and others are not professional superheroes who are on duty 24 hours a day, all year round.They are willing to tell people that it is a piece of shit and cannot be eaten. If someone insists on trying it, they will not persuade them earnestly.

Good words can hardly persuade a damned person to die; great compassion cannot save a person from death. .

I don’t want sugar. Remind you: remember to collect after reading this