The other side, the entrance to Demon Street.
In the early morning night, the street was deserted.
The tall stone archway stood at the street entrance, perfectly separating Demon Street from the outside world.
At a street corner some distance from the archway, Brock Whitley’s soul fiercely glared in the direction of the archway, his ghastly, ashen face full of resentment.
It was just one step away, just one step away from killing Cyrus Whitley, he felt really unwilling.
Even so, his body dared not approach that archway even one step closer.
Who knows what kind of place Cyrus entered, why he felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart by something terrifying just by approaching.
Seeing Cyrus find shelter in this place, despite his unwillingness, Brock could only leave grudgingly.
Though he couldn’t kill him tonight, it’s okay, he could go back to his house and wait for him.
He didn’t believe Cyrus could stay here forever!
Brock let out a sinister smile before he drifted away.
But not long after drifting away, he suddenly sensed Cyrus’s presence again.
Brock’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he spun around and returned.
Sure enough, he saw from afar a figure walking out of the archway, quickly heading toward another road.
Brock was full of excitement, with the ghost energy swiftly wrapping around him as he approached.
"Cyrus..."
I’m here to claim your life.
He drifted behind the other person, revealing a sinister, horrifying smile, just waiting for him to turn around and be scared to death.
But "Cyrus" seemed to sense something, and rather than turning around, he slowly pulled out a little paperman.
The paperman had Cyrus’s birth date written on it, with a lock of his hair sandwiched in between, it was clearly a substitute for Cyrus.
It was because of this substitute that Brock directly mistook the person in front of him for Cyrus.
At this moment, stunned, he saw that the figure resembling Cyrus in front of him suddenly revealed its original appearance, turning out to be a woman.
Scarlett Jennings raised her eyebrows at him softly, "Who did you say you were about to claim their life?"
Brock instantly recognized the woman before him.
The very mystical master who was popular online last year!
Brock’s face changed, and without thinking, he turned to run.
Scarlett Jennings had deliberately created a paperman substitute to make him come to her actively, how could she let him escape so easily.
A Spirit Talisman was readily thrown out, "Bind!"
The Spirit Light Chain instantly wrapped Brock’s soul like a zongzi, his ghostly face terrifying, he pleaded in terror,
"Master, don’t capture me! I’m a good ghost! Don’t capture me, I don’t want to die again."
Scarlett Jennings completely ignored him, the Spirit Light Chain contracted as if she was really going to bundle him up like a little zongzi to send to the Spiritual Guide department’s colleagues. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Seeing her unmoved, Brock’s initial pleading voice instantly turned into a string of menacing curses,
"Let me go! What right do you have to capture me?! Let me go!! How much did Cyrus pay you to harm me?
I’m his real brother! Isn’t it enough that he got me killed, now he’s finding someone to capture me, Cyrus! Cyrus, come out here!"
In the dead of night, ordinary people couldn’t hear Brock’s voice, but the residents of Demon Street, always sensitive to sound, could hear it clearly.
A couple of them planned to come out and teach this ghost a lesson.
Being woken up in the middle of the night was annoying enough, now even a petty ghost dared to disturb the peace!
Scarlett Jennings also found him noisy, she casually pulled out a Silence Talisman, ready to seal his mouth along with the ghost energy.


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