I'm on the big guy cookbook

At the very beginning, the painters were not hesitant about the number of people.

Because of painting, he is used to observing the human body. At that time, he vaguely remembered that there were 20 people entering this deserted villa... Well, it was almost 21 people, but when they divided the rooms, the number suddenly became [-].

Maybe I was wrong... the painter thought.

After all, he didn't check it too carefully. Although he had doubts in his heart, the painter still didn't say it. First, it would be too much of a fuss, and second, it would expose his habit of observing the human body, which would be annoying.

So in the end, the painter was just cautious and chose to live with his companions.

Until... dead people.

The strange way of death, the blood all over the wall, and the torn flesh deeply stimulated the painter.

This is by no means what humans can do!

A thought lingered in the painter's mind, causing goose bumps all over his body.

Then the forest administrator suddenly told another story, and everything showed an answer, that is - there are ghosts here!

Not even one!

……

When the painter finished speaking, Thunder Flash rang out, as if it had split the already fragile nerves of everyone present.

"I fucking—"

Just as the four men from the same country who came to hunt hares on the mountain were about to point at the painter's nose and scold him for concealing it, there were footsteps in the huge abandoned villa.

"Da da da."

It's like playing a game, trying to avoid their attention and hide behind them secretly.

The footsteps were unbelievably light.

The small tail sound reverberated in the momentary silence of the empty house.

Something is coming.

near,

closer...

"clatter."

The last footsteps stopped around them, and there was no audio.

"........."

"........."

The man who wanted to curse choked his words and breath into his chest, his eyes were wide open, and cold sweat ran across his face that was less bloody than a dead man.

Neil was shivering all the time, even though Francis let out his breath, he didn't let go of Francis' arm.

The people sitting together were not much better, and they all froze like chickens being strangled by someone's neck.

They dared not speak out, nor did they dare to look back.

After all, no one knows what they will see when they turn around at this time.

Is it the rich businessman who died before, who was grinning silently behind them on his body that had been stripped of his chest and only the corners remained?Or some kind of female ghost would slam their face against theirs the moment they turned their heads...

Time passed by minute by minute.

The rain beat against the windows, beating the hearts and brains of the people.

Thunder, lightning, barren hills, abandoned houses, ghosts of the dead...all the anxieties are frantically shaking in front of my eyes.

The treacherous atmosphere and horror spread across the ground as if they were real, dragging people's calves, and slowly, slowly, climbing up their backs...

For psychologically unstable human beings, this atmosphere is enough to make people unable to breathe, and the hormones are crazily secreted!

Finally, the first woman who cried before - the painter's companion couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a "woo" cry from her throat.

Perhaps before, this voice was nothing.

But now, it is comparable to a reminder!

The girl broke down and cried loudly, as if she had been chosen by the evil spirit to become a dead person.

Neil couldn't bear to lose a girl like this, a surge of heat surged into his heart, Neil tightly choked his fists and mustered up the courage to stand up abruptly.

"Damn it! If you have the guts, come at me! What are we Northeast gentlemen afraid of except our wives?!"

——Anyway, labor and management are backed by Aris!

With his eyes closed tightly, Neil, who was actually scared to death, shook his calves and yelled in a lack of confidence.

This sound was astonishing.

Everyone who didn't know that Neil had a hole card stared at Neil with the expression of looking at a hero, and Neil in his eyes almost became a god in golden light.

Only Francis, who knew what the little pet was thinking, smiled lightly.

small things……

However, it is a pity that there was no battle between humans and ghosts, let alone any scary scenes.

I only heard a childish and frightened voice timidly say: "Mom? I'm afraid..."

Neil: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Neil opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the son of the rich businessman, that is, the little boy standing behind everyone, looking at them with wet eyes in bewilderment.

Neil: ... Grass, no wonder your footsteps are so light.

The little boy is only so old, it's strange that he can't walk lightly! ! !

Seeing that it was not a ghost behind them, but just a child, everyone let out a breath of foul air, and their complexions mostly improved.

But underneath the great fear is great anger!

Thinking of how stupid a group of them were frightened just now, and ended up teasing themselves, no one could hold back the faces of men and women.

Especially the country man, who rushed forward with his fists raised and beat the child.

"Little bastard! Fuck - are you looking for death!"

"Dare to scare labor!"

He pushed the little boy several meters away at once, and continued to beat him.

"Do you dare? Huh? Dare you?!"

The little boy was in pain and fear. He had been subjected to domestic violence by his father for a long time, so he could only curl up into a ball and hug his head.

The rich businessman's wife heard her son's sobs when she was beaten, she came to her senses, screamed and stood in front of her son and kicked her.

The others didn't stop them when they saw it.

If it wasn't for this brat being annoying and causing trouble, we wouldn't have made such a big fuss...

The men and women who were cowardly just now turned their heads away one after another, watching with cold eyes, as if they couldn't see.

Only the painter and Ansel stood up to stop them, but Neil was faster than them.

Neil's eyes were red, and the man kicked him away with one kick!

Before he got sick in his last life, he fought a lot in school. He kicked people with absolute precision and ruthlessness, and he was sure to hit a man's kidney!

The man immediately fell to the ground with his hands on his waist and howled, his fellow countrymen cursed and wanted to help, Neil stared at them coldly, "I despise men who beat women and children to vent their anger, come up and try, labor and management won't kill you, I write it backwards today!"

The young man with blond hair, bright eyebrows and affectionate eyes, and thin skin and tender flesh that looked like he could be bullied had a cold face, his blue eyes were colder than ice cubes, and murderous intent and anger surged inside.

He stood in front of the weeping women and children, blocking a few of them.

Even if he didn't swear or take a weapon, everyone could see a kind of seriousness from him.

He is telling everyone: I am not kidding, if we dare to do something, we will fight to the death!

"........."

The vicious man was cursing and swearing uncleanly, but no one came forward.

Neil stared at them and then at the man on the sidelines, and said in a cold voice: "I can't beat ghosts, but I can beat those who are weaker than myself. Do you still like to watch the excitement? Since you like this, then everyone will do it! Wait for yourself If you are caught by a ghost, don't think of others to save you! Who the hell is willing to save a white-eyed wolf!"

"Uh……"

"That's not what I said..."

"We just didn't react for a while."

"exactly."

The faces of the people who were stabbed to the death point turned green and turned white, and the bearded men stood up with dry smiles and stood up as peacemakers, persuading the four fellow villagers to go aside.

No one ignored Neil's words, after all, only Neil in front of them dared to stand up and save people just now.

To be honest, they are really afraid that no one will take care of them when it is their turn.

It seems that this young man is quite willing to stand up... What if he really doesn't care, and no one is foolish enough to die for him?

Everyone made a few lies and excuses, helped the woman and the child up, and said a few words of concern.

Neil sat back beside Francis with a blank expression on the surface, and he also relaxed inwardly.

Although he is not afraid of confrontation, it is best not to fight.

What's more, he hasn't made a move for a long time, and he may not be able to fight...

After a while, the rich businessman's wife dragged the child to thank Neil in embarrassment. Neil smiled and said something impolite.

The painter saw that he was urging his female companion to thank him in a low voice, but the girl glanced at Neil, turned her head and pretended not to hear.

[The author has something to say:

Today is the second update.

Neil. Neil's supplementary information: Before rebirth, his surname was Ni, his name was Er, and he also had a younger brother named Nihao...]