American Comics: I Died at the Hand of Thor, and Became a Rule-Based Ghost Story

This shot terrified the woman.

She jumped up in terror and clung tightly to her man.

Wes looked grim.

My heart sank.

He extracted the key points from the previous remarks.

These dozen or so people in front of me often do this kind of thing.

They are not the first, nor will they be the last.

Judging from their aggressive gaze.

As a man, Wess knew very well that they definitely wanted to do this to their girlfriends.

Do something.

Think of this.

He approached the woman and blocked the blond-haired man who was walking towards them.

"Tsk tsk, is this to protect your girlfriend?"

"But are you sure that with your frail body, you have the ability to protect yourself?"

The blond-haired man joked.

As he spoke, he also showed off the muscles on his arms.

Then, she threw a powerful punch directly at the man.

[Strange Tales Rule #1: You must not attack others without cause!]

Here.

It is already an area shrouded in the realm of ghost stories.

therefore.

The moment the blond-haired man made his move and touched the man.

That would be a violation of the rules.

The power of the strange rules descended directly.

Huang Mao, an ordinary man, collapsed to the ground instantly, dying from cardiac arrest.

"what happened?"

"Is this some kind of '987 drama'?"

"Yellow Hair, stop playing around and get up now."

"If you don't get up now, I won't let you be the first one here, and you'll be the last one to eat the leftovers."

The bullies behind.

They didn't think anything had happened to Huang Mao.

In their eyes, Huang Mao was definitely playing another prank.

Huang Mao himself is a man who really enjoys playing pranks.

and so.

When they saw the blond-haired man lying motionless on the ground.

No one went to help.

Instead, he stood still, teasing the blond-haired man.

opposite.

Wes continued to protect his girlfriend.

He stared warily at the blond-haired man lying on the ground.

"It seems he's really dead?"

Behind me, I heard a woman's soft murmur.

Wes's eyes narrowed.

The woman is a nurse.

If she says that, then it's very likely true.

"How is this going?"

"Could it be that this blond guy has some underlying medical condition?"

Although Huang Mao is dead.

But behind him were eleven accomplices.

After being happy with the woman, Wess became worried again.

Will the death of Huang Mao make these bullies even angrier?

By the time.

Their fates will definitely be even worse.

Disadvantages in terms of numbers and physical strength.

It was destined that when facing this gang of thugs...

They had absolutely no power to resist...

Chapter 085 The corpses here look just like us! (7)

Yellow Hair is really dead.

One minute later.

Huang Mao's eleven companions also noticed the problem.

"Why do I have a feeling that Tine isn't faking it?"

"It's been so long, given his personality, he definitely wouldn't be able to stand it."

"Tein's expression is off too, he seems..."

The two yellow-haired man's companions carefully crouched down to check on his condition.

then.

I saw the blond-haired man's deathly pale face.

And those pale pupils.

"Oh no! Something's really happened to him!"

Upon seeing this, his companion immediately tried to call for emergency medical assistance.

can.

But they were stopped.

"Tein is dead."

"Making a call now is pointless."

"This is a small matter; don't alarm the authorities or disrupt the peace of the town."

Speaker.

He was a twenty-year-old youth with dyed blue hair.

The leader of this gang of thugs was named Sweet.

He is also the son of a local gambling tycoon.

He spoke.

The others immediately took their phones off and hung up the call they had just made.

"What the boss said makes sense."

"The tranquility that the adults have worked so hard to maintain."

"We can't let them ruin it."

The others chimed in.

opposite.

The couple gritted their teeth, their hearts filled with panic and despair.

They didn't know how to escape from the clutches of these thugs.

window?

Escape through the window?