The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile

Hearing Zorn's kind reminder.

The refined young man hurriedly picked up his eyeball and tried to stuff it back into his eye socket.

However, no matter how he tried to push it back in, the eyeball kept rolling out and falling back into the hat.

At the same time, the skin on his face began to peel off in large patches, exposing some of the facial muscles, and flesh buds quickly grew on his face, swaying in the air.

A terrifying mutation was squirming.

"Oh! Sorry."

The refined young man's voice began to turn hoarse.

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

He looked up, one eye normal and clear, the other a bloody hole gushing like a spring.

In just a moment, blood had filled the bottom of the carriage.

Unknowingly, a layer of blood gauze had also covered the carriage's glass windows.

The terrifying, spiritually charged power of the mutation was polluting and reinforcing the carriage.

Zorn, however, calmly and naturally scrutinized this scene of bizarre mutation.

Sniffing the bloody scent that filled the air.

He truly missed this feeling so much.

Being chased by the Bewildered in the gray fog until he forgot his own name.

Bathing in the witch's cauldron, melting, and then being drunk by the witch, and then crawling out of the gate of life and greeting the witch.

On the operating table of the evil flesh alchemist, watching himself being dissected, and pointing out that your technique is not refined enough, you have to cut like this first, then like this, to perfectly remove my heart.

These were all wonderful memories that Zorn could not forget, solid footprints on the road to growth.

If you haven't had a long chat with the Bewildered in a carriage all night, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a terrifying disaster evil spirit.

"If possible, I can help you put your eyeball back in."

Zorn spread out his hands, indicating that he was happy to help.

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

The young man, constantly sinking into the trajectory of mutation, refused Zorn's help, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse.

"I almost forgot, I still don't know your name."

The mutating young man said.

The key point that the Bewildered will test is coming.

Every Bewildered will ask the kind person they meet for their name.

If you tell the other person your name.

Then great, your name will become their name.

The old Bewildered will use your name as nourishment and grow stronger.

At the same time, the unlucky person who lost their name will be officially polluted, and a brand new "Bewildered" will be born.

Then, the new Bewildered will continue to seek new names.

And for every name acquired, the terrifying higher being sealed behind the Bewildered will grow stronger.

Until, He devours the entire city of O'Gran.

If the process is not correct, then it may anger the Bewildered.

Then let the Bewildered mutate, riot, and then evolve into a bloody tragedy.

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

His strength doesn't seem to be very strong.

If a conflict arises, the one who is likely to be rubbed on the carriage floor is probably this Bewildered.

Anyway, with the two of them sitting here, Zorn doesn't panic.

As for whether the other party panics, that's not something Zorn needs to worry about.

Anyway... panicking is useless.

Once you get on Zorn's carriage, the following things are not something this unlucky Bewildered can decide.

"I think you should tell me your name first, that's what a gentleman would do."

Zorn leaned back slightly, in a relaxed posture.

This trip is quite long, with the Bewildered on the carriage, it won't be boring.

"I...I...my name!"

The young Bewildered, his facial muscles began to twist, seeming to be caught in a memory.

"I seem to have forgotten my name."

He raised his head, his face becoming more and more hideous.

Zorn noticed that his teeth were starting to become sharp, so he could better tear flesh and swallow it.

"Oh? Leaving home without your name, that's not a good habit."

Zorn sighed.

"I used to be like you, not only did I leave my name at home, but I also left my head at home."

"As a result, that day, the whole town chased after me, this headless knight."

"What an impolite bunch of guys, I could only reluctantly destroy the whole town."

"Your deeds are admirable."

The young man grinned.

"However, I'm a little hungry now, the very hungry kind."

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

At this time, viscous blood had already filled the entire carriage, and the small carriage had become a cage of flesh and blood.

The terrifying power of mutation seemed to have taken shape.

The rich and bloody smell made Zorn a little intoxicated.

The Bewildered, at this time, also revealed greed and madness, he showed his claws and fangs, seeming to want to start enjoying this wonderful dinner.

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

He opened his palm and suddenly tore off a piece of wriggling flesh clinging to the carriage's glass window, and with lightning speed, directly stuffed it into the Bewildered's big mouth with fangs.

A fierce uppercut with his right hand made him close his mouth tightly while also knocking him into the air, and his head slammed heavily into the top of the carriage with a "bang".

Then Zorn started punching with both hands, now is the time for strong hand skull splitting.

"Bang bang bang~~"

Every blow was a heart-trembling impact sound.

Zorn was heartily displaying his "Skull Splitting Fist".

During this time, Zorn's daily hard training had long mastered the Skull Splitting Fist.

And now, it is the moment of practical testing.

Parrying, grappling, counterattacking, punching, suppressing, headshotting, weak point strikes...

Like an antelope hanging its horns, the old and refined attack, seemingly slow, in fact, every blow made the Bewildered sink into bewilderment.

Facing a seasoned veteran like Zorn, this fresh and naive "Bewildered" is as pure as a child.

While beating this "Bewildered" who attempted to bring him disaster and death.

Zorn joked.

"I can see that you are very hungry, give me twenty minutes, I can stuff the entire carriage into your stomach."

At this time, the Bewildered's face was stiff, his head, like dough, was hammered by Zorn's fists, flying left and right.

That weirdly spiritual flesh curtain was constantly torn down by Zorn's hands, which were filled with "Star Mark Gang Qi".

Pure brute force is difficult to fight against spiritual flesh and blood.

And the "Gang Qi" of a martial artist has the characteristic of resisting spirituality.

How you spit it out, today you have to swallow it back for me.

What? You don't want to eat it?

That's not up to you.

Even though this Bewildered kept struggling, and even made strange howls from time to time.

Unfortunately, he was facing Zorn Corrick, a seasoned veteran, a terrifying evil god boss.

Just as Zorn pressed the Bewildered on the seat, about to hammer his head.

The moving carriage suddenly stopped.

A light with a bit of order and silver-white brilliance penetrated the carriage window glass and reflected into the carriage.

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

Even... avoided it to a certain extent.

"Chichi chi..."

The blood mist in the air even transmitted the scorched smell of sizzling burning.

Zorn paused slightly, and then stopped.

The light of order has already lit up, so he doesn't need to continue to attack.

"Good afternoon, Officer."

The coachman's slightly stiff voice sounded.

"Damn it, this gray fog weather is really cold!"

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 "Ansell Hall" holding a silver light lantern loosened his tie.

His pupils were sharp like a hawk, staring at the carriage, not letting go of any detail.

He had already determined that the carriage had been completely polluted.

This made him frown slightly.

A few days ago, he had just dealt with a similar case.

That unlucky passenger was eaten by the Bewildered, leaving only half of his body.

Although he also dealt with that bewildered trash, but when the poor middle-aged woman with a tired and haggard face, with two teenage children, let out a heart-wrenching wail in the funeral home.

Under the eaves of the funeral home, his legs were as if filled with lead, too heavy to move even a little bit.

Another broken family.

Another irreversible tragedy.

Just like the pale afternoon when his mother cried and fainted, his father left them forever.

And that damn criminal is still at large.

"Sir in the carriage, I am Officer Ansell, please get out of the car for inspection."

While saying this.

Ansell had already raised the silver light lamp and picked up the police baton.

Lamp oil with purification and dispelling effects can well burn that damn Bewildered, and can illuminate the direction so that he does not get lost in the gray fog.

And the police baton can make him beat the bastard hard.

A "creak" sounded.

The car door opened.

A scene that horrified Ansell appeared in front of him.