Author: There is no peacock in Nanming

Looking at the expectant looks of the people in front of him, the vanity of Jordan Martin, a strong black man, was greatly satisfied. He looked around, lowered his voice mysteriously, and said:

"At that time, Luo Lin followed the boss to deliver the goods. Before he saw the contact person, suddenly a huge black eagle emerged from the dark environment. Soon, the boss was careless and did not dodge. The eagle

Black Tiger grabbed the boss's back with his heart, lifted him up and flew away."

An afro suddenly interjected to express his loyalty: "That eagle deserves to die."

After hearing this, several other people also agreed: "Yes, that eagle really deserves to die."

Jordan continued: "Fortunately, Rollin reacted in time, drew his gun, aimed and shot the eagle three times. You must have heard the legend that the devil eagle can travel between reality and hell. After the shooting, the devil eagle

I traveled to hell and threw the boss down."

While he was talking energetically, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the depths of the tunnel. The sound of ordinary footsteps reflected back and forth in the deep underground, creating an echo of a murderous demon.

The nervousness of being close to a victim.

The afro-haired gangster was a little nervous, and he was afraid of being laughed at by his companions, so he didn't dare to show it. He boldly shouted in the direction of the footsteps: "Are you here to pick up the goods?"

The moment he shouted, the sound of footsteps stopped suddenly, leaving only a trace of lingering sound.

The afro swallowed nervously and elbowed the hip-hop gangster next to him, "We agreed with the Perlov family to be at nine o'clock sharp. Greg, go and see if you are one of them."

The hip-hop black man was obviously a little timid. He took two steps forward, then stopped and said, "There is no sound. Did you hear wrong just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "plop" and "plop" footsteps came again, but this time it was in a different direction, and the sound came from the tunnel on the right.

The afro-haired gangster felt a tingle in his heart, and couldn't help but quicken his breathing. He looked at the tunnel entrances on the left and right, and then shouted to the right: "Who's there?"

This time, there was also no reply.

There were only noisy echoes and footsteps, getting closer and closer.

The fear in the afro-headed gangster's heart gradually rose. As the footsteps gradually intensified, he felt that the entire tunnel seemed to be shaking. The ground under his feet trembled with his heartbeat, and there were waves of low clicking sounds.

The cold and moist air seemed to have condensed into substance, wrapping them up and making it impossible for them to breathe. Everyone listening in the darkness could feel the unsuppressable fear in their throats, and even the courage to speak was scared away.

At this time, a vague figure appeared in the distance, as if coming from the shadows. He approached slowly, walking heavily, as if he had passed through the depths of countless layers of time and space, and then loomed out of the darkness.

shape.

Explosive Head pulled out his pistol and fired fiercely at the black figure. There was a continuous "bang bang bang" sound of gunfire, and he emptied the magazine in one breath.

The black figure opposite looked like a ghost. He stood there and twisted a few lightly, but he was unscathed.

Then, the figure continued to walk at a leisurely pace, and the sounds of "bata" and "bata" were like the countdown of death, hitting the hearts of the people present one by one.

Afro couldn't bear it any longer, dropped the empty pistol in his hand, turned around and ran away.

Under his leadership, the strong black men, hip-hop gangsters and several others started running wildly together with their hearts beating wildly.

——

This black figure is Luke.

He searched for a long time in the underground pipes, and with his extraordinary five senses, he discovered these gang members who were selling fans and were waiting for customers. The environment here happened to be gloomy and dark, which was very suitable for pretending to be gods and ghosts, so he put on his Halloween Death robe and played

Got some cosplay.

When he fired the explosive head shot, he directly turned on [Bullet Time]. As the strength of his soul increased, his spiritual energy value also increased. Bullet Time, which used to be used up, was now easy to use.

With his five senses enhanced to the extreme, Luke can easily see every move of the explosive head, and then deduce the flight path of the bullet.

Afro's hands were shaking violently due to fear. There was a gap of dozens of meters between the two of them, and his accuracy was terrible. Only three bullets could hit Luke while he was motionless.

Luke moved a little and dodged the three bullets just right, creating a ghost-like effect.

As for why the gangsters are so easily frightened and panicked, it's not that they are too timid, but it comes from the ability that was born naturally after Luke's soul strength reached the extreme value of 10 points.

Specifically, by actively distributing soul aura outwards, it can have a deterrent effect on creatures whose soul strength is far lower than one's own, similar to the deterrent effect of upper levels in the food chain on lower levels. It is probably a bit like a weak version of Long Wei in youth.

After this experiment, it seems that the effect is quite good. With the environment and the mysterious style, it easily defeated the defenses of several gang members.

The fear value harvest has reached the standard, but if I don’t upgrade after my experience is full, I feel like ants are crawling on my body.

Luke lost interest in continuing to look for prey and returned in the direction he came from.

There were really few flower and bird shops open at night, so Luke looked for several shops before he could buy a new crow.

At home, Luke focused his attention on the space where the ability seedlings were. The faint mist formed by fear finally reached the standard for another upgrade, and all of them poured into the skills representing the [Dread Crow]. This time, Luke chose to add a

Just fear the crow.

Harpie is now too big. Although its combat effectiveness is strong, its concealment is greatly reduced. The new crow can replace it as a reconnaissance unit.

[Dread Crow] skill is activated, Luke's spiritual energy is transformed by the blade represented by the skill, from non-attributed energy to an energy with a dark and evil meaning, quietly flowing to the crow, gradually transforming its physical characteristics

.

In less than ten minutes, the transformation was completed, and the crow in front of him had turned into the original appearance of Harpie. Luke looked at it with satisfaction, "I will name you - Night Crow One."

The newly transformed Night Crow in front of him doesn't have any intelligence yet, and he doesn't have the ability to complain about his master for giving him such a random name. It's simply not as recognizable as "Song Bing A, Passerby B".

Luke's idea is that more fearful crows will be summoned in the future. As the king of night crows, Harpie must choose a name that is domineering and tough enough.

As for the other [Dread Crows], as Luke's strength increases and the fear he collects increases, there will definitely be more and more of them. It will be convenient to name them in the future, and he can directly take the number one to the number one hundred.

Luke enjoyed the scene where he would appear in the future, standing on a giant eagle, his clothes fluttering violently in the wind, with an overwhelming crowd of crows behind him.

That style is amazing!
Chapter completed!