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Chapter 38 Happy Halloween, Grundy

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"

Was Solomon Grundy born on a Monday? No one knows.

The only thing Ma Zhaodi could be sure of was that he died in the 1894th century, or in to be exact. A hundred years had passed since his body was thrown into the swamp. Now the monster had risen from the dead in the swamp, but it had a new name.

"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"

He sang the nursery rhyme he had heard as a child, imagining himself as Solomon Grundy in the story, because that was the only name he could think of from the few memories he had left.

The bluish-white body looked like a corpse, its tattered clothes emitted a foul odor, its strong and powerful muscles bulged with blue veins emerging on them, its hideous square face carried a natural viciousness, and a terrible living dead had come into the world.

Looking at the nearly three-meter-long behemoth rushing towards him in the sewer, Ma Zhaodi's heart began to pound wildly. The half-ton monster was running, and the terrifying pressure caused by its vibration and loud noise was like a high-speed truck, and its destination was Ma Zhaodi himself.

"I stumbled towards you~"

This familiar melody involuntarily rang in Ma Zhaodi's mind.

"Fuck, now's not the time for dubbing!"

He immediately began to search frantically in the mall, and when he found the quick life recovery, he immediately chose to use it on Solomon.

"Sorry, the opponent's life form is too special. Rapid Life Recovery can only restore it to normal within a certain period of time. It will be effective for the current target for 24 hours. Do you confirm the purchase?"

It's a prank. Twenty-four hours and ten thousand asset points. Why don't you just rob them?
And by "return to normal," I mean, he's not just a corpse, right? How can he eat a burger then? Do I have to force it into his mouth?

Ma Zhaodi could only look for other ways. The other party had superhuman strength, endurance, immortality, invulnerability to swords and guns, and rapid self-healing - perhaps superhuman abilities, perhaps abilities beyond the level of ordinary people, but it made no difference to Ma Zhaodi.

Anyway, one punch will kill him.

"What should I do? Is there anything that can control Solomon, or is there anything that can make him temporarily give up his hostility towards me?"

Solomon's footsteps were getting closer and closer. His huge body made his stride extremely long, which brought him a fast straight-line running speed. In just a dozen seconds, he had rushed into the light range of the pumpkin lantern.

"Fuck, hurry up! Hurry up!"

Ma Zhaodi was frantically searching in the search box when he suddenly saw a product. His eyes immediately lit up.

"Halloween Pumpkin Head
Price: $200
Note: It’s scary if you don’t give me candy!
Note 2: This product is suitable for all ages. Children can wear it to ask for candy, and adults can wear it to ask children for candy.

Note 3: Big friend? Pure birth!

Special Effects: This service can be purchased with a homemade pumpkin. The pumpkin carving effect will enhance the effect of this product.

Ma Zhaodi immediately clicked to purchase, and the pumpkin headgear he had originally received in the system suddenly lit up with an idea - all items purchased from the system mall can be stored in the system, and this pumpkin was bought in the system, but he made it into a headgear himself. What he didn't expect was that, perhaps because it was ugly enough, it could still be identified as a system item after being processed and could be stored directly.

After Ma Zhaodi bought the "Halloween Pumpkin Head", the name of the pumpkin head mask immediately changed.

When I bought it, its name was "Pumpkin". After it was carved, its name became "Ugly Pumpkin Head Cover", and now, its name is "Sans Ugly Pumpkin Head Cover".

The word "ugly" was definitely used to describe him. Solomon Grundy was about to charge at the guy who had intruded into his residence, but just as he was about to hit him, he suddenly saw him turn his head.

No, that was not a head. It was a hideous and terrifying pumpkin monster, grinning like a ghost at Grandi who was rushing towards him.

It turned out that the man holding the pumpkin had no facial features, and even no head at all. There were only a few hollow holes replacing eyes, nose and mouth. A strange light shot out from the holes on his head, staring straight at Grandy.

Its facial features looked like they were alive, and it could make various expressions and movements. Its huge pumpkin mouth was grinning, and its round eyes were slightly narrowed, as if it was laughing at Grandy for falling into its trap.
"No head! No head! Pumpkin Man!"

Grandi immediately tried his best to curb his forward momentum. His memory was almost completely lost, and his reason and intelligence were also lost. His IQ and thinking ability were almost the same as those of a child of a few years old. He did not know what was good and what was bad. But at the same time, it was difficult for ordinary people to convince him with complex logic and interests - but today, his luck was not very good.

Because he happened to meet a dog named Densi who was very good at bullying children.

"Grundy! Grundy! Solomon Grundy!"

The pumpkin man's voice was eerie and terrifying, just like the scary monster in fairy tales that eats children. It walked towards Grandi step by step, and the pumpkin light in its hand suddenly turned into a cold green, as if a ghost fire was burning.

“Born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday!”

"No, no! Grundy, no! Pumpkin Man, don't come over here!"

"We got married on Wednesday, got sick on Thursday!"

The sound became louder and louder, almost deafening, and fear immediately filled the big guy's heart. He looked at Ma Zhaodi who was walking towards him slowly, his eyes wide open, his whole body trembling, his body stiff, and he turned his head and wanted to escape.

"Critically ill on Friday, dead on Saturday!"

A dong dong dong sound was heard. The big guy turned his back to the scary pumpkin man behind him, turned around and started running wildly. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this weird green light and the scary guy who was chanting his name.

"Buried in the ground on Sunday, and gone through life!"

"Solomon Grundy! Buried in the ground on Sunday, and as long as I live!"

"Do not--!"

"boom!"

Fear made his already zombie-like legs and feet even more stiff and numb. Grandy fell to the ground with a thud. When he turned his head to look again, the pumpkin man holding the lantern had already walked in front of him.

He shivered, closed his eyes, and curled up, but he did not wait for the bloody mouth of Pumpkinhead.

"what?"

When he opened his eyes, he found that Pumpkinhead had simply placed a bag on the ground. An enticing aroma wafted out of the bag, more fragrant than the rat and garbage he had eaten.

"Happy Halloween, Solomon Grundy."

(End of this chapter)