The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low-key manner

Chapter 15 The Lost and the Law Enforcer

Hearing Zorn's kind reminder.

The well-mannered young man quickly picked up his eyeballs and stuffed them into his eye sockets.

But no matter how hard he tried to push them back in, the eyeballs would roll out and fall back into the hat.

At the same time, the skin on his cheeks began to fall off in large areas, exposing some facial muscles. Granulation tissue quickly grew on his face and swayed in the air.

The terrible distortion is wriggling.

"Oh, sorry."

The gentle young man's voice began to become hoarse.

"I can't seem to put it back on."

He raised his head. One of his eyes was normal and clear, while the other eye had a bloody hole with blood gushing out like a fountain.

In just a short while, blood had already flowed all over the bottom of the carriage.

At some point, a layer of blood gauze covered the glass windows of the carriage.

The terrifying power of distorted spirituality is contaminating and strengthening the carriage.

Zorn calmly and naturally examined the strange and distorted scene before him.

Sniffing the smell of blood in the air.

He really missed this feeling.

Chased by the lost in the gray fog, he forgot his own name.

Bath in the witch's cauldron, melt, and then be drunk by the witch. Then crawl out of the door of life and say hello to the witch.

On the operating table of the evil flesh alchemist, I watched myself being dissected, and he said that your technique is not refined enough. You have to cut it like this and then like this to perfectly take out my heart.

These are all wonderful memories that Zorn can never forget, and they are solid footprints on the road of growth.

Without spending the whole night chatting with the lost in the carriage, you would be embarrassed to say that you are a terrible evil spirit of disaster.

"If it's okay, I can help put your eyeballs back in."

Zorn spread his hands to show that he was happy to help.

"Thank you, kind sir, I don't think I need it."

The young man, sinking deeper and deeper on his distorted trajectory, refused Zorn's help, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse.

"I almost forgot. I don't know your name yet."

The deformed young man spoke.

Here comes the key point that the confused people will take the test on.

Every lost person will ask the kind person he meets for his name.

If you tell the other person's name.

Very good then, your name will become the other person's name.

The old lost ones will grow stronger by taking your name as nourishment.

At the same time, the unlucky person who lost his name will be officially contaminated, and a new "Lost One" will be born.

Then, new lost ones will continue to seek new names.

And with every name obtained, the sealed terrifying superior behind the Lost One will become stronger.

Until, He devoured the entire city of Oglan.

If the wrong process is used, it may anger the confused.

This then caused the lost people to become distorted and riot, and then it turned into a bloody tragedy.

Judging from his attire, the Lost One in front of him should be a newly born Lost One.

It seems that he is not very strong.

If a conflict arose, it would probably be the lost person who would be pressed to the carriage floor and rubbed.

Anyway, as the two of them were sitting here, Zorn was not worried.

As for whether the other party was panicking or not, that was not something Zorn had to worry about.

Anyway... there's no point in panicking.

Once on Zorn's carriage, what happened next was no longer something this unfortunate lost man could decide.

"I think you should tell me your name first. That's the gentlemanly thing to do."

Zorn leaned back slightly and spoke in a relaxed manner.

This journey is quite long, and with Lost in the carriage, it won’t be boring.

"My...my...name!"

The young lost man's facial muscles began to twist, as if he was lost in memories.

"I seem to have forgotten my name."

He raised his head, his face becoming more ferocious.

Zorn noticed, and his teeth began to sharpen, so that he could better tear flesh and swallow it.

"Oh? It's not a good habit to leave your name at home and then go out."

Zorn sighed.

"I was once like you. Not only did I leave my name at home, I also left my head at home."

"As a result, that day, the whole town came after me, the Headless Horseman."

"What a rude bunch of guys. I can only reluctantly wipe out the entire town."

“Your deeds are truly admirable.”

The young man grinned.

"But I'm a little hungry now, very hungry."

"Sir, would you like to have dinner with me?"

At this point, sticky blood had already covered the entire carriage, turning the small carriage into a cage of flesh and blood. The terrifying power of distortion seemed to have taken shape.

The rich and bloody smell of blood made Zorn a little intoxicated.

The Lost Man also revealed greed and madness at this time. He showed his claws and fangs, as if he wanted to start enjoying this wonderful dinner.

Zorn shook his fist, which was as big as a casserole, and showed a cruel and evil smile.

He stretched out his palm and suddenly tore off a piece of squirming flesh clinging to the glass window of the carriage. With lightning speed, he stuffed it directly into the fanged mouth of the Lost Man.

A powerful uppercut with his right hand forced the man's mouth to close tightly and sent him flying. His head hit the roof of the carriage with a "bang".

Then it was Zorn's turn to attack from both sides, and now it was time for the strong hands to crack the skull.

"Boom boom boom~~"

Each blow was a heart-pounding sound.

Zorn performed his "Skull-Splitting Fist" with great enthusiasm.

During this period, Zoen's daily hard training had already made him a proficient master of the Skull-Splitting Fist.

And now is the time to test it in actual combat.

Block, grab, counterattack, punch, suppress, headshot, weak point attack...

The attacks were as experienced and refined as those of an antelope hanging its horns. They seemed slow, but in fact, each strike made the lost person sink into confusion.

Facing a seasoned veteran like Zorn, this fresh and naive "Lost Man" is as innocent as a child.

While beating up the "lost man" who wanted to bring disaster and death to him.

Zorn jokingly said.

"I can see you're very hungry. Give me twenty minutes and I can stuff the entire carriage into your stomach."

At this time, the Lost Man's face was stiff, and his head was like dough, being tossed left and right by Zorn's fist.

The flesh and blood curtain with strange spirituality was constantly torn off by Zorn with his hands filled with "Star Mark Qi".

Pure brute force is no match for spiritual flesh and blood.

The fighter's "Gang Qi" has the characteristics of fighting against spirituality.

Today you have to swallow it back the same way you vomited it out.

What? You don't want to eat?

That’s not up to you.

Even though this lost man kept struggling, he even let out strange howls from time to time.

Unfortunately, he was facing Zorn Korrik, a veteran and terrifying leader of the evil gods.

Just as Zorn pressed the Lost One into his seat and was about to smash his head with a blow.

The moving carriage suddenly stopped.

A light with a hint of order and silvery brilliance penetrated the window glass and shone into the car.

The strange curtain of flesh and blood seemed to be afraid of the silver-white light outside and retracted slightly.

Even...avoid to a certain extent.

"Chichichi..."

The blood mist in the air also gave off a hissing smell of burning.

Zorn paused for a moment, then withdrew.

The light of order has already lit up, so there is no need for him to continue taking action.

"Good afternoon, Officer."

The coachman's voice sounded a little stiff.

"Damn it, it's so cold in this foggy day!"

The coachman couldn't help but wrap his clothes around himself.

Standing in the gray fog, keeping a certain distance from the carriage, the law enforcement officer "Ansel Hall" holding a silver lantern loosened his tie.

His pupils were as sharp as a falcon's, staring at the carriage intently, not missing any details.

He was certain that the carriage before him was completely contaminated.

This made him frown slightly.

He just handled a similar case a few days ago.

The unfortunate passenger was eaten by the Lost Man until only half of his body was left.

Although he also dealt with the confused bastard, when the poor middle-aged woman with a tired and haggard face and two half-grown children in the funeral home wailed heartbreakingly.

He was under the eaves of the funeral home, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, unable to move at all.

Another broken family.

Another irreparable tragedy.

Just like that pale afternoon when his mother fainted from crying, his father left them forever.

And that damned criminal is still at large.

"Sir in the carriage, I'm Officer Ansel. Please get out of the carriage for inspection."

While saying this.

Ansel had already raised the silver lantern and picked up the baton.

The lamp oil, which has the effect of purification and dispersal, can burn the damned lost man very well and illuminate the direction so that he will not get lost in the gray fog.

And the baton can allow him to beat up the bastard.

A "creak" sound was heard.

The car door opened.

A scene that shocked Ansel appeared before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)