Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

In the dense forest, Lachika squatted on the ground, glaring at Austin and Xijie fiercely.

"Tell me, where did you take my parents?"

A dagger stabbed into Austin's palm, causing his facial features to twitch in pain. "No, I don't know. Your parents are being taken in by the FBI. They are not under my jurisdiction. Please, please let me go. I won't tell anyone anything."

Lachika looked at Xijie again, drew out the dagger, and said coldly: "Where are my parents?"

"They. They've already died."

Xijie seemed to understand his fate and told the truth very straightforwardly: "Your parents are unwilling to cooperate with our work. We in the United States will never let such people who may awaken extraordinary powers in the future live. They have already been secretly executed. Don't even think about seeing your parents again."

"What did you say."

Lachika was furious, his eyes seemed to be ready to devour someone.

"Haha, idiot, so what if you kill us? Do you really think you can fight against the state machine with just a few ghosts? Don't be naive. The country will avenge us sooner or later. I'll be waiting for you in hell."

Xijie spat and mocked Lachika with a miserable smile.

Although Lachika already knew that his parents were most likely in danger, after hearing the confirmation from Xijie, his heart was still filled with sadness and anger.

Two lines of hot tears rolled down, and Lachika gritted her teeth and said, "Bury them with my parents, you bastards from the beautiful country."

As she spoke, the scarecrow pendant hanging around Lachika's neck flashed red, and a two-meter-tall terrifying scarecrow appeared in front of Xijie and Austin.

The terrifying scarecrow put its fingers on the two men's heads, and strands of straw began to sprout and grow inside their bodies, drilling into their flesh and blood. The intense pain made the two men roll on the ground, letting out screams that were not like human voices.

After torturing the two men for more than an hour, Lachika finally let them die, venting his hatred.

But even after the killing, Lachika still felt empty inside.

His anger was not subsided at all, because it was the U.S. government that killed his parents.

His killing of Sidge and Austin was barely even a tickle to the U.S. government.

But what Xijie said just now was not wrong. In the face of national power, if he wanted to rely on his own strength to fight against the entire country, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg.

There are very few countries in the world that can fight against the United States. After the 21st century, only the Jeko Group has defeated the United States and sunk the aircraft carrier battle group that the United States is proud of.

"I don't have the ability to ask the Jeko Group to help me. I can only rely on my own strength."

Lachika clenched his fists, thinking over and over but had no idea. He could only sit on the ground dejectedly, took out his mobile phone, collected news from the Internet, and wanted to see the situation in Santa Fe City.

He did not forget that although he had left, the hanged female ghost was still in the city of Santa Fe.

Sure enough, when Lachika did a random search, a lot of related news and videos popped up on the Internet.

In some of the videos, you can see many Santa Fe residents with hemp ropes around their necks, hanging from street lamps, ceilings and billboards, swaying back and forth in the wind.

There is also a video of the U.S. military entering the city of Santa Fe, with a large number of National Guard troops gathering and tanks and armored vehicles forming long lines.

From the perspective of some Santa Fe residents’ cell phone shots, a fierce battle broke out in the city, with constant sounds of gunfire and artillery.

'Fuck, demon, a demon appeared in Santa Fe City, and she will hang all humans she sees.'

"Where is the priest? Where is the priest from the Vatican? Come quickly and exorcise the demon!"

"Our army is fighting evil spirits. OMG, are there also extraordinary people appearing in our beautiful country? But why are they evil spirits?"

There were also some discussions on the Internet that Lachika was unable to see the outcome of the battle between the army and the hanged female ghost because all related videos and comments were being deleted from the Internet at a rapid speed.

As you watch the video, you will see that it has been disconnected and removed from the shelves.

It is obvious that the United States is deliberately concealing the news.

"I hope that female ghost can be more powerful."

Lachica could only pray like this in his heart, but he also understood that even if the US military was concerned about some impacts and did not dare to use weapons of mass destruction easily in the city, it would not be a problem to eliminate the hanged female ghost, but it might cost huge casualties.

"Unfortunately, my abilities are limited, and I can't control too many evil spirits. Otherwise, if there were ten or a hundred of them, the entire city of Saint-Fei would be destroyed."

Lachika's eyes were filled with resentment. Due to the death of his parents, he only had hatred for the United States.

"No, that's not right. The evil spirits I can control are indeed limited, but what if I teach others how to summon evil spirits?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Lachika's mind and he thought of a bold plan.

The Jeko Group can actively recruit talented people and teach them extraordinary inheritance, so why can't he learn the methods of the Jeko Group?

His power alone is indeed limited, but the art of summoning the dead is not something that only one person can practice.

Of course, Lachica does not want to cultivate extraordinary power for the United States. He does not have the same sentiments as the Jeko Group. He just wants to mess up the United States and, preferably, overthrow the United States authorities.

Because the Netherworld Necromancer technique is different from the inheritance in the East, Lachika, who has learned and comprehended this technique, is clearly aware of the dangers and terribleness of this technique.

Previously, at the Police Headquarters, he himself was nearly killed by the hanged female ghost, and was attacked by the ghost summoning technique.

The art of summoning ghosts from the underworld spread, and the ritual to summon ghosts itself required blood sacrifices, which was cruel and inhumane, and it often took many attempts to summon successfully.

In addition, even if the summoning of a ghost is successful, the evil ghost may not obey the summoner's orders and will most likely retaliate against the host.

When the evil ghost loses its restraints, it becomes a wandering wild evil ghost. One can imagine how much harm this will cause. With the evil ghost's strange methods, killing people will be too easy.

Thinking of the excitement, Lachika immediately took out his mobile phone, set it up, turned on the camera of the mobile phone, and began to prepare his plan.

The means of communication that Lachika chose is of course the Internet. No communication can be more convenient than the Internet.

Even if it is restricted from being taken off the shelves by the US authorities, as long as more people know about it before the US reacts, it will be enough to make the US suffer.

As for whether innocent people would be harmed, Lachika no longer cared.

When those white people massacred the Indians, didn’t they treat everyone equally?

"Damn the beautiful country, I want the foreigners dead."

With this belief in mind, Lachika spread his curse without hesitation.

Detroit!
On the deserted streets in the early morning, there were only dazed drug addicts and homeless people who used the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

The thin Jules Jenkins is one of the drug addicts. After all, opium is now legal in the beautiful country.

He had a hard time getting through the night. Because he had no money to buy opium, he had an extremely tormented last night. Now he could only keep watching videos on his phone, hoping to distract himself.

"Yin blood and Yin bones, to offer sacrifices to summon ghosts, prepare the heads of twelve livestock and animals"

Suddenly, a strange video came to Yules's eyes.

In the video, an Indian youth is describing a ritual of worshiping and summoning ghosts with an expressionless face.

"A cult?"

Jules murmured to himself that the United States was a country of cults, with all kinds of messed up cults being as numerous as the hairs on a cow, so he just thought this was just another act of superstitious religion.

Killing people and attracting ghosts, how could there be such a thing?

But soon, a terrifying scarecrow appeared on the screen. The hideous and strange body made Yuers' scalp tingle at a glance, and an outrageous thought rang in his mind.

"This is a ghost, a real evil ghost."

This idea popped into Yuls's mind.

“All of the above-mentioned ghost-summoning rituals are real. The incident in Santa Fe City was caused by an evil ghost. To be precise, I was the one who did it.

Skeptics can investigate for themselves. If you have friends or family in Santa Fe, call them and have a chat, and you’ll know what I’m talking about.

The reason I posted this video is that I hope there will be more extraordinary people to join me. It is too lonely to be an extraordinary person alone.

Finally, I wish you all can summon the evil spirits as soon as possible and become the superior person who possesses extraordinary powers. "

At the end of the video, the Indian youth smiled meaningfully, and the video ended there.

"I'm really crazy, how can there be ghosts in this world?"

Yuls' eyes were still fixed on the screen of his mobile phone. Although he said this, his hands were out of control and he made a call to a cousin who was studying in Santa Fe.

Ten minutes later, Yuls hung up the phone with an expression of extreme shock.

It was from his cousin that he learned that the city of Santa Fe was really haunted.

"If there is a ghost, then I am..."

Yuls' eyes flashed with ferocity, he drew the pistol from his waist and looked at the homeless people on the street.

As we all know, when drug addicts are addicted to drugs, they will do anything to get opium.

Five days later, late at night, in an old neighborhood, in a dirty and messy apartment.

Gasping for breath, his hands covered in blood, Yuls cut open the last corpse and took out its internal organs.

At this time, there were three bodies of homeless people on the ground. They were all killed by him in various ways and then secretly transported back to the apartment to become sacrifices to attract ghosts.

Anyway, there are too many homeless people in the United States, and no one will report the disappearance of a homeless person to the police.

In the past few days, Yuls has practiced the art of summoning ghosts from the underworld and really felt the existence of spiritual energy. This also made him completely convinced that what was said in the video was true.

This is also the reason why Yuls’s mobility is so explosive. He is able to master true supernatural powers, so killing a few homeless people is nothing.

This was not the first time he had killed a homeless person. He had failed in his previous two attempts to summon ghosts. This was his third attempt, which meant that nine homeless people had now died in his hands.

After lighting candles in front of each cow's head, pig's head and sheep's head, Yuls stood in front of a full-length mirror and began to recite the difficult spell according to the instructions in the original video.

As the spell was recited, a cold wind blew up out of nowhere in the room, and the temperature in the room dropped by seven or eight degrees, making people shiver with cold.

Click!Click!
The human internal organs placed in front of the mirror began to disappear from the air little by little, as if they were being eaten by some invisible creatures. The twelve animal heads were visibly decaying, and the candles were extinguished one by one.

Seeing this scene, Yuls' heart started beating wildly, and he became even more convinced that summoning ghosts was real, and that the previous two failures were just bad luck.

Boom!

There were cracks all over the mirror as tall as a person. On the cracked mirror, a strange black figure, wearing a suit from the last century and a top hat, was walking slowly towards them.

As the black shadow in the mirror got closer, more and more cracks appeared on the mirror, covering the entire surface.

"Come out quickly, you must succeed."

Yuls's eyes were fiery and he clenched his fists nervously.

Finally, before the mirror completely shattered, the tall, thin black figure in the mirror came out of the mirror into reality and appeared in front of Yuls.

The eight-foot-tall, bony skeleton was wrapped in a ragged black suit, his head reaching the ceiling, his arms hanging past his knees, each joint like an elongated plaster model, and his pale, bluish face with two pure black pupils.

"Haha, a ghost, a real ghost. I summoned a real evil ghost."

Seeing this evil spirit, Jules was overjoyed and jumped up with excitement. He was not as scared as ordinary people when seeing an evil spirit.

Because in the illusion in Yuls' mind, he has seen himself making countless money with the help of this terrifying ghost, killing those who looked down on him in the past, and being surrounded by beautiful women, reaching the peak of his life.

However, in his excitement, Yuls did not notice that the slender ghost exuded a cold and strange aura, and was looking at him with an indifferent gaze, slowly raising his hand.

Yuls' smile froze, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and saw a blue-black palm print on his chest. The palm print exuded a strong aura of death. His internal organs were rapidly decaying and rotting. This was a curse.

"No, no, no, I am your master. How dare you hurt me? I now order you as your master to stop immediately."

Yuls was stunned, looking at the tall and thin ghost in horror, he never expected that this evil ghost would attack him.

The tall and thin ghost didn't respond at all, nor did he show any sign of stopping. He just clenched his fist indifferently.

Bang!
Yuls' heart seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand. He fell to the ground, unable to speak anymore. He could only watch in despair as the tall and thin ghost figure stepped over him and gradually disappeared from his sight.

"Farfake!"

Before his consciousness finally sank, Yuls finally figured out why the Indian youth had such a meaningful smile at the end of the video.

That damn Indian youth didn't even reveal the most crucial information, and the summoned evil spirit would be at risk of getting out of control.

However, Yuls no longer had the chance to accuse the Indian youth. He wanted to rely on the evil spirit he summoned to gain wealth and glory, but instead he became the first victim of the evil spirit.

The tall and thin ghost figure walked out of the apartment and appeared in the corridor.

The ghost's pair of dark pupils glanced around indifferently, and a faint green light lit up deep in the eye sockets, like the hunger of a scavenger when it spying on flesh and blood in the dark night. It sensed the sounds in the apartments in this community.

There were men and women making love in bed, opium addicts enjoying the high, and black people gambling and playing cards.

The delicious smell of humans made the slender ghost instinctively start hunting.

dong dong!

The tall and thin figure knocked on a door.

"Shit, who's knocking on the door there, if you're okay, I'm going to shove the muzzle of a gun up your ass."

With some cursing, a black man opened the door and came face to face with a tall and thin figure with his head touching the ceiling outside the door.

In an instant, an extreme fear swept through the black man's body and mind, and he instantly wet his pants.

thump!
As the thin and strange hand raised, the black man trembled all over, knelt on the ground and vomited wildly, spitting out pieces of internal organs, and finally fell to the ground in pain.

The tall and thin figure walked past the black man on the ground and entered the apartment as if he saw nothing.

The killing began.

In this old apartment building, there was always a knock on the door at night, but the sound would soon stop.

When the sun came out, the whole old neighborhood was quiet and filled with a heavy dead air. No one ever walked out of this neighborhood again. (End of this chapter)