Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 414
Atlético's good-for-nothing, after being captured by the bandits' leader, was taken to this grove as a hostage, and then he was stripped into a naked pig and tied to a tree.

"Hey, this kid is not ordinary rich! Look at the buttons on this clothes, tsk tsk, they are all South Sea pearls."

Bandit A sighed and tore off all the buttons on Atletico Ma's clothes.

"And, what are you, look at this belt, it can blind your dog's eyes if you put it in the sun."

Bandit B was carrying Atletico Madrid's belt inlaid with all kinds of jade and gemstones, and he was so happy that he almost fell off.

"That's why you don't know the goods, and you only pick the blind ones. In fact, this dress is a treasure!"

The bandit Bing, who obviously looked older and more knowledgeable, hugged Atletico's clothes in his arms with a smile.

"Huh? What do you mean? This dress is embroidered with gold thread and silver thread at most, and you can't sell it for a little money if you take it to a pawn shop. The price of one South Sea pearl can beat several of your clothes. "

Bandit A said so, but his eyes were still glued to the clothes in Bandit C's hand and he couldn't bear to leave.

Bandit C was waiting for him to say that, he laughed a few times, quickly rolled up Atletico Madrid's clothes and put them into his arms, then patted his chest with a smile on his face and said:

"Let me tell you the truth, the lining of this whole dress is made of crocodile silk! You know crocodile silk? A palm so big needs a piece of gold leaf. Think about it, how much can you change for such a big piece of clothing? A piece of gold leaf? Hehe..."

As soon as Bandit C said this, the eyes of Bandit A and Bandit B straightened...

There was a disgusting smell of blood in the grove.

The three bandits A, B, and C who were guarding Atletico Madrid had all fallen into a pool of blood.

A big hole was stabbed in the chest, a neck was cut open, and the last one was almost cut in half.

The one who was cut in half until he was utterly dead, was still holding on to Atletico Madrid's crocodile clothes, with an expression on his face that seemed both ecstasy and disbelief.

Atletico Ma pursed his lips and looked at the tragic situation in front of him, sighed slightly, and with a little effort, all the tendon ropes tied to his body were broken by him.

(End of this chapter)