Superman's Journey

Chapter 272

The wife was hung up, the housekeeper was locked in a small dark room, and for a while, the ghost mansion, which was still lively, suddenly became quiet again.

Just when Lincoln was standing upstairs thinking about what to do next, bright lights suddenly lit up in the originally deep corridor, and then, the sound of jingling bells rang downstairs.

The moment she heard the bell, the female ghost who was suspended in mid-air was full of excitement and fear: "Let me go! Let me down!"

"What's the matter?" Lincoln leaned on the railing and looked at the female ghost, "Isn't it just to turn on the light and ring the bell? Look at how scared you are."

The female ghost didn't answer Lincoln, but was struggling crazily, as if she couldn't communicate at all.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln couldn't help sighing, and mercifully untied the female ghost's whip from the railing, and then dragged her towards the source of the bell.

Follow the stairs to the lobby, pass the side stairs, and finally, Lincoln came to a restaurant.

At this time, many people were already seated in the restaurant. Seeing Lincoln dragging the female ghost into the restaurant, everyone turned their attention to him, and then looked at the female ghost in his hand after a while.

On the long dining table, a man and a woman sat at the two ends, while those sitting on the side of the table were 'family members' one by one, even the maid who cleaned the room before could have their own Location.

The ashen-faced hostess sat motionless in the main seat, without looking sideways. Instead, the hostess who always wore a top hat spoke: "Eat when you eat, and what ingredients do you bring? Don't you think the food is not to your liking?"

When Lincoln, who was standing still, heard this, his mind was filled with question marks: ingredients?Are you talking about me?

He was thinking about how to give the people in the house a good look, when the door to the kitchen opened, a cook came out, took the whip from Lincoln's hand, and dragged the struggling female ghost towards in the kitchen.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln knew that the emotional food was actually the female ghost in his hand? !
So why did the female ghost yell before?If she hadn't yelled, he wouldn't have brought her here, and if he hadn't brought her here, she wouldn't have become an ingredient.

It can only be said that even if you die and become a ghost, you still can't die!

It's just a meal, and it's not a big deal to be absent for a while.

While thinking about it, Lincoln found a random place and sat down, and then heard the hostess speak again: "Butler? Where's the butler?"

While looking at the food on the table, Lincoln replied casually: "I locked the butler in a small dark room."

This time, the hostess didn't speak. Instead, the zombie-like host looked at Lincoln, raised his palm and slapped Lincoln: "Don't talk when you eat and sleep! What do you say when you're eating!"

Snapped!
With a soft sound, the slap didn't hit Lincoln's face, but was caught by him.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the other evil spirits on the table, Lincoln stood up abruptly, threw off the entire dining table that weighed several hundred catties, took out an ax and chopped it down at the host. .

boom!Click!

The sharp ax blade cut into the male evil ghost's flesh and blood without any hindrance, and a cloud of yin energy exploded instantly. Lincoln's face was full of sneers: "You can't eat or sleep, right? I'm going to put the table It's over, let me see how you can't eat or sleep!"

"You still want to slap me. No one dares to slap me in the world I've traveled through. It's embarrassing to you, right?!"

The ax in his hand was constantly raised and lowered, and within a few minutes, the zombie-like ghost was completely chopped into pieces by Lincoln.

Without the shackles of the dining table, the rest of the evil spirits have already disappeared without a trace.

click-

Just as Lincoln lowered his head to pick up the pile of bones, the kitchen door opened.

Lincoln reached out his hand to wipe off the taint of yin on his body, and looked up at the cook who was holding the bowl in his hand. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the handle of the axe.

It was at this instant that the figure of the chef suddenly retracted into the kitchen, and with a bang, the wooden door was firmly closed.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln smiled: "Hey! You are so fucking rude! I will definitely educate you on behalf of your family!"

As he spoke, the ax in his hand moved again.

boom!
The ax blade slashed heavily on the solid wooden door, and with a loud bang, a gap was cut out of the solid wooden door.

The huge movement and the sudden cut made the cook inside tremble all over. For the first time, as an evil ghost, he felt a deep sense of fear for the first time. This is when he turned into a ghost. No fear felt.

boom!
Before he could relax, he swung the ax blade for the second time, and the gap became even wider.

From the gap, the cook seemed to have seen his tragic fate, the whole ghost became terrified, and began to frantically search the kitchen.

boom!
Another ax fell, and the lights of the dining room shone into the kitchen. Lincoln held the ax in his hand, leaned over to look at the crack, and stared straight at the cook inside: "I found you."

"Ah!" The cook screamed with a kitchen knife in his hand, and he frantically ran around trying to find other exits, but there was none.

boom! boom! boom!
The constant clashing sound of the ax blade and the door was like a heavy drum, constantly shaking the cook's fragile heart.

Finally, the roar stopped, and when he was trembling and involuntarily wanted to check whether Lincoln had left through the crack of the door, Lincoln suddenly approached the crack of the door.

He looked at the cook with wide eyes, and grinned like a perverted version: "I'm going in!"

"what!!!"

The screeching sound echoed, and the cook fell to the ground in an instant, and began to retreat uncontrollably. At this moment, Lincoln's heavy fist pierced through the gap and plunged into the kitchen.

After some searching, he found the doorknob and turned it slightly.

The door opened with a click.

Holding the 'blood-stained' ax in his hand, Lincoln had a ferocious smile on his face, and there were still unpacked corpses scattered on the ground not far behind him.

The lights of the dining room cannot penetrate his body, and the backlight makes it difficult to see the specific expression on Lincoln's face.

For the cook who was helplessly huddled in the corner with a kitchen knife in his hand, Lincoln was the real evil spirit at this moment, the evil spirit who would overturn the table if there was a disagreement and hack the hostess to death directly.

Looking at the terrified cook, Lincoln smiled and dragged the ax into the kitchen, and gently closed the door behind him: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"No! Don't! Don't come here! Don't!"

(End of this chapter)