Bug Master In Doomsday

The white puppet who had urinated his pants held the chair he was sitting on in horror. He looked at the man in black who was as terrifying as the devil in front of him. His weak body could not stop shaking. The closer the man got, the inside of his nasal cavity. The turbulent smell of blood caused a surge in his throat.

This uncomfortable and disgusting smell of blood is definitely not caused by killing one or two people. At least dozens of people have died under his sharp and cold samurai sword...

The white puppet was almost forced to the corner. He couldn't retreat. He boldly yelled at the man in black: "Who are you guys?! Why are you here to kill me!?"

The man in black with a goblin mask on his face heard the words, only a pair of exposed eyes showed a clear sneer smile, and his hoarse and dull voice was like a rough carving knife rubbing on the smooth glass.

"You still ask who I am?! I am your enemy. Isn't this obvious? When you were our enemy, didn't you expect the consequences now?!"

When the white puppet heard the words, his pupils shrank suddenly, and tremblingly raised his finger to the black-clothed man and shouted in panic, "You...are you a member of the insect group?"

The man in black faced the white puppet yelling like a stupid, squinting mockingly to see him croaking, he looped his arms against the wall, and suddenly a delicate pin flashed on his cuff.

The sound of the radio wave flickered a few times, and then a clear male voice steadily came out: "Killer! The sentry can't go away, go to a team to support. Is your positioning accurate? I'll come right away!"

"Accurate positioning, please be in place quickly!" After the killer finished speaking, the sound of the pin stopped abruptly. He hung up and frowned and frowned. What happened to the team? What kind of opponent can block a killer team that has perfect cooperation, ghostly methods, and peak combat power?

"Bah--!" In the claustrophobic basement, under a black shadow created by the light being blocked, a pool of black, extremely viscous liquid swelled and formed as if it were alive.

It is getting higher and higher, and the fluid image is gradually moving closer to a thin man. In two or three moments, the corpse collector with a white bar embroidered on his right arm indifferently opened a pair of dead fish eyes, the whole person drooped and walked out of the shadows. .

His emotionless eyes stared at the white puppet leaning against the corner. The half of the mask on his face was clearly engraved with hundreds of tragic, messy and terrifying corpses.

The killer with his arms around his arms quietly glanced at the corpse collector, and the urn confessed: "Then Ah Er's corpse should be taken back with the Universe Bag! The reward is half of you!"

After the cold killer finished speaking, the standing body suddenly turned into a afterimage, and the whole body disappeared into the claustrophobic basement, "Ho **** ho! Or the killer knows how to take care of me!"

Like a dead body, the corpse collector gave out a weird laugh without expression, he suddenly called out two pockets woven of linen, and gently opened the opening of a sack.

Suddenly a strong suction was directed at Ah Er's broken corpse, his headless head, the broken and collapsed headless corpse flew into the sack that was not as big as a bowl like it was rolled up by the violent wind.

The white puppet blinked in disbelief, why didn't the demon wind blow even the paper on the table? How did the corpse shrink into that little pocket? !

"It's your turn! 50 million golden dragon coins."

The corpse collector tied the slightly bulging pocket around his waist, and his five fingers grasped the other pocket and slowly walked towards the white puppet in the corner.