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

He doesn't kill people for two reasons:

First, I don’t want to attract the attention of the witcher.

Among the upper classes, the existence of witchers is no big secret.Develop, become stronger, and then do whatever you want - this is the development route set by Harold.

However, this is obviously just wishful thinking on Harold's part.Just like a vampire who cannot restrain his blood lust.The longer the evil spirit stays in the world, the less rational it becomes, and eventually it becomes a slave of desire.

If ghosts are another form of immortality, why should humans fear death?

Second, Harold can draw energy from the fears of others and become stronger.This special ability allows him to develop without killing people.

Compared with the killing method, his upgrade method may be a little slower, but it is better than the slow flow.

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

Fortunately, this demon hunter is too young and looks simple and easy to deceive.

"It is said that the souls of witchers are more delicious than ordinary people." Harold struggled in his heart.

"Any questions?" Geralt asked.

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

"Haha, people are divided into good and bad. Ghosts are transformed by people, so naturally." Geralt said with a smile: "Except for the old antique, no one will kill the ghost as soon as they meet. Well, how should I put it... Oh, humanized demon hunting, that’s what they say!”

"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.

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

bass!

Harold didn't react at all. The magic-breaking arrow hit him directly in the chest. The palm-long crossbow arrow penetrated the spirit body and sank into the expensive leather sofa.

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.

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?"

The off-road vehicle stopped in front of the fountain. Looking at the curved upward stairs, Geralt sighed:

"Rich people just love to mess around."

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 demon-breaking arrows pre-installed.

"Eh?" Geralt heard a faint 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 his eyes, Geralt turned on spiritual vision and night vision, and his pupils changed from black to blue.

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

The ghost floating in the air with a face full of green light is 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.

Under normal circumstances, evil spirits are C-level monsters.In other words, there was a slight deviation in the rating of this mission.

But never mind.

Accidents are common and part of the mission.

The big guy among the boys was trying his best to push the door open, but he couldn't push it open.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 a girl.

——So courage often has nothing to do with being strong or not.

The girl blocked by the thin boy has a hot figure, and she is obviously young, but looks weathered.

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’s chest muscles are really strong. No wonder her lung capacity is so big.

[-]. The sound insulation of the villa is really good.

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

Muscular men...nerds...sexy girls...pure girls - a collection of common characters from traditional horror movies, it is simply the best lineup for death.

Hey, 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 she continued to scream, the sexy female voice would become completely useless.

The door creaked and opened.

The four people and one ghost in the hall all looked at the new intruder and were stunned for a moment.

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 explained seriously, "The structure of the door determines that it can only be pushed open from the outside or pulled open from the inside... Whoever designed such a weird design is really a genius!"

So that's it... Anderson suddenly understood, no wonder he couldn't push the breast away even after exhausting his strength.No, a scary ghost is floating above your head. Isn’t this the time to take this seriously?

"You pushed the door hard just now, and now it's open. Why don't you leave?" Geralt pointed at the open door.

"what!"

Anderson looked out at the world outside the door.The desire to survive injects new energy into the limp body.He stood up, but didn't dare to run directly.

After glancing at the scary ghost, Hudson took two steps towards the door. Seeing that the ghost had no reaction, he sprinted towards the door, only regretting that his parents had lost two legs.

My friend is still here, no loyalty!

Geralt looked at the other three people and raised his chin towards the door, meaning that you can leave too.

Peter took Pepper's wrist and said to Michelle:

"go!"

After leaving the gate, Michelle turned back and took a deep look at Geralt.

Why is this person not afraid of ghosts?

That's a ghost!

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 felt sour. The burden was so heavy that it was strange to run.

……

……

"Who are you!" Harold Cobos stared at Geralt and said angrily: "This is my home?!"

"Mr. Cobos, death is like a lamp going out. Dead people should not stay in the world of the living." Geralt said unhurriedly: "I am a demon hunter, responsible for investigating the haunted villa incident. Please cooperate. .”

"A witcher?" Harold said, "I don't mean to harm anyone. I just want to scare people away. You saw it too."

Geralt nodded and said, "Yes."

I don't think so in my heart.

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

If an evil spirit has not killed anyone, it is most likely that it has not yet been killed.

Harold was anything but a good person.

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

"Okay," Harold said.

Heart sneer.

He doesn't kill people for two reasons:

First, I don’t want to attract the attention of the witcher.

Among the upper classes, the existence of witchers is no big secret.Develop, become stronger, and then do whatever you want - this is the development route set by Harold.

However, this is obviously just wishful thinking on Harold's part.Just like a vampire who cannot restrain his blood lust.The longer the evil spirit stays in the world, the less rational it becomes, and eventually it becomes a slave of desire.

If ghosts are another form of immortality, why should humans fear death?

Second, Harold can draw energy from the fears of others and become stronger.This special ability allows him to develop without killing people.

Compared with the killing method, his upgrade method may be a little slower, but it is better than the slow flow.

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

Fortunately, this demon hunter is too young and looks simple and easy to deceive.

"It is said that the souls of witchers are more delicious than ordinary people." Harold struggled in his heart.

"Any questions?" Geralt asked.

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

"Haha, people are divided into good and bad. Ghosts are transformed by people, so naturally." Geralt said with a smile: "Except for the old antique, no one will kill the ghost as soon as they meet. Well, how should I put it... Oh, humanized demon hunting, that’s what they say!”

"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.

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

bass!

Harold didn't react at all. The magic-breaking arrow hit him directly in the chest. The palm-long crossbow arrow penetrated the spirit body and sank into the expensive leather sofa.

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.

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 disappeared with a swoosh.

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 famous 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: 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.

"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……"