I Summon the Shadow Corps in the American Manga

As the saying goes, if you bet on dogs, you will have nothing in the end. Of course, some people are lucky and have everything in the end.

Just like the nonsense promoted by marketing accounts that reading is useless and that readers can only work for people who don’t read or learn, these are actually just the concept of survivor bias.

This nonsense can only deceive elementary school students, and adults will just smile and report back.

Only a fool would believe that he is the only lucky one among millions of people. Could a guy with this kind of thinking think that he saved the galaxy in his previous life?

Shake his head.

Kerry stopped thinking about this nonsense.

Looking at the remaining 500 points, the man lying on the bed fell into deep thought.

In the first three draws, a total of 100 spiritual power and 100 spiritual power were obtained, which is still 100 spiritual power.

The screen in front of him showed the red number 500, and he only had one last chance to draw.

There was no need to keep it, Kerry decided to gamble again!

"lottery!"

The lottery interface rotates.

The rotation frequency this time was obviously much faster than the previous times.

Kerry felt his heart beat faster, as if he had some intuition telling him that something good might come out this time.

"Will it be the new ghost army?"

Recall the story about the shadow-eating army that can devour other people's shadows and become stronger.

Kerry's mouth felt dry, and he seemed to have dreamed of his ambition to use the Shadow Shadow Army to unify the Eagle Sauce.

"Click." The scrolling speed of the screen slowed down.

The screen pauses.

Countless light blue lights are like neon lights flashing at night in the Sakura Kingdom, which are particularly eye-catching in the darkness, forming a flashing sheep head pattern.

"Obtain the Dark Sheep Charm."

"Dark Sheep Spell: Corrupted by darkness, it changes."

"Abnormal ability: Within ten steps, you can extract the soul of the weak and torture it. Because of the fragility of the soul, they will tell everything."

"Strength Definition: Soul Strength."

"Attention! Please be careful when extracting the soul of a madman!!"

The lottery interface gradually dimmed, like a neon light extinguished, indicating the end of the lottery.

The system is "fair and selfless", and Kerry, who has no points, will not be favored by it for a second.

There seemed to be something extra in his hand. Kerry lowered his head and loosened his palm.

A five-sided stone fell quietly on the palm of my hand.

A light blue to black sheep's head pattern is engraved on it.

The man picked up the stone and pointed it at the pleated lamp, naturally more information came to his mind.

He understood how to use this thing.

As natural and smooth as breathing.

Instinct understands.

Kerry held the stone tightly, and the face of Black Tiger Afu appeared in his mind.

"So, let's try its power."

Wear the generous police uniform issued by the police station.

The weather has entered autumn now, and if you don't pay attention to keeping warm, you will probably stay in bed for a week.

Although the hawk sauce here is seriously rotten, the police officers still attach great importance to the thermal insulation measures. After all, the big men don't want anything to happen to the guy who is protecting their safety?

Kerry clasped his wrist lightly.

Two ghostly ninjas emerged from the floor. They were like air, everywhere their master needed them.

Smoothly and naturally, the two ghost ninjas each stretched out a hand and put it on Kerry's shoulder.

There was a cold touch on his shoulders, Kerry's expression remained unchanged, and the two ghost ninjas gradually sank into the floor with Kerry's body.

As the King of Darkness, Kree can naturally travel freely through the dark dimension.

In the end, only a pleated lamp was left in the room, emitting a lonely light.

Reappearing through the oppressive dark latitude, Kerry has reached the street of Mr. Carles' house.

The cold wind on the autumn night is like sharp knives, neither painful nor gentle.

Kerry tightened his coat and walked towards Mr. Carles' villa.

If you come early, you might be able to meet Afu, the black tiger wandering around.

For Kerry, having just one person on stage would be too monotonous.

After jumping over the iron fence, we were surrounded by the silent night, and it was also pitch black beyond the villa.

It's past two o'clock in the morning and most people have gone to bed.

After all, many of the interviewees who came to Fox Town had just turned 18 and were kicked out by their parents on the grounds that "you have grown up and you should make money to support yourself." They lived in no fixed place every day, with trash cans as their companions.

So if they have a villa to sleep in, these guys will naturally go to bed early and won't think about doing anything.

If a person has experienced suffering and pain, they will cherish happiness.

But that has nothing to do with Kerry, these guys go to bed early to move around better.

Detouring behind the villa, Kerry knew the escape route of Mr. Carlisle's villa before.

An old man actually built an escape tunnel in his home. It was natural to guess that this old man was unusual. Subsequent investigation also confirmed Kerry's guess. Mr. Carles was a smuggler in his youth.

Traveling between the burrito country and Eagle Sauce, he colludes with the moths on the border to bring a steady stream of good things into Eagle Sauce.

All I can say is that it's terrible inside and out.

Through the back door of Villa Calasbia, Kerry successfully entered the interior.

The back door leads to the second floor, and on both sides of the corridor are the rooms where the interviewers live.

The first floor is a huge living room.

Many Yingjiang people like to hold parties. When handsome men and beautiful women drink together, if they see each other, they will find a room on the second floor of the host's house to have sex.

What?What do you think about those ugly people who look down on each other?

Just keep playing the game.

Truth or Dare, spin the bottle, drink like crazy until you drink until you like each other, and then form a team to applaud for love.

Therefore, among high school students and college students in Yingjiang, young people with big villas are popular even if they are indifferent.

Come to room 201, this is Black Tiger Afu's room.

Pressing his ear lightly, Kerry said, "You can't hear any sound. It seems you're not in the house?"

"Go in and have a look."

A ghostly ninja was summoned and then blended into the carpet, looking like a pool of rich black ink from the Kree's perspective.

The layout of the house also appeared in Kerry's mind. It was empty. Black Tiger Afu was not here.

Kerry looked towards the basement. The space on the first floor was vast and sound could travel far, so after ruling out the entire villa, only the basement remained unexplored.

Kerry: "Go check it out."

Went down the stairs and came to the basement.

"I know, but that old thing actually has a security door that can only be blown open by a cannonball. And there are police in this damn place. I can't bring a tank. The army will be targeting me!"

The cell phone screen light was on at the basement entrance, illuminating a head of red hair.

Wearing a blue training suit that tightens the exaggerated muscles, she has a figure that can make a rich woman in her 40s to 60s squeeze her legs.

The man raised his legs, and the high-end leather shoes made a crisp sound on the stone steps, which was especially loud in the dark night.

Black Tiger Afu cut off the phone and stared up at Kerry.

Blue eyes contain the meaning of killing.

"Mr. Kerry, you shouldn't have come." Afu twisted his neck, not paying attention to Kerry.

After all, compared to his own size, Kerry is like a bamboo pole, the kind that will fall over when touched.