"No, I don't think I need shoe polish."
Jenkins shook his head again, and then asked, "Sorry, I haven't asked your name yet."
"Stephane Claire."
Boom~
The gunshot rang out immediately after the salesman's answer, and Britney looked at the smoking pistol in Jenkins's hand in shock. If it wasn't for Hathaway's support, she almost fell to the ground.
"Interesting pseudonym."
After everyone left the grocery store just now, the boss immediately closed the store door and covered the window with wooden boards. Jenkins didn't have to worry about seeing this scene.
"It's not a fake name! Oh, sir, what are you going to do?"
The salesman groaned in pain and struggled on the stone road. Jenkins' bullet just now hit his right leg. Now he can only clasp the gap of the stone with his hands and crawl away from Jenkins with difficulty.
His suitcase was left on the side of the road, and the passing rat paused in interest, then was scared away by the smell of some horrible creature.
"Stefana Claire? That's definitely not his real name."
As he spoke, Jenkins shot him again in the right leg. He can't be killed yet, Jenkins hasn't figured out the secret of the old key keeper's soul leaving his body, so he must be fixed in the physical body.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Hathaway had already turned around and pressed Britney's shoulder, and told her to look behind her. She was worried that the bloody picture that the blonde girl would see afterwards.
"Why Jenkins..."
"The fugitive who was caught by him escaped from prison today. He is the serial killer. Look, how powerful his disguise skills are, I didn't even recognize him."
Hathaway explained in a low voice, pulling Britney to evacuate in the opposite direction, this is the greatest help to Jenkins.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, this is my real name!"
The salesman is still quibbling, but the priesthood cannot be wrong, this is definitely not the real name.
Now that I think about it, the old key keeper's plan is really powerful. First arrange the gun to swim in the distance to attract attention, and then arrange the undead to be the second smoke bomb, and he himself will appear directly in Jenkins' before.
It was indeed a perfect plan.
"Now please shut your mouth!"
Jenkins warned with a pistol, the only thing he doesn't understand now is who is holding the pistol that is moving in a circle in the distance. But now the important thing is not the pistol, but the...
Boom~
The pistol sounded again, but this time it was not Jenkins who pulled the trigger. He subconsciously protected the cat on his shoulder, but he didn't feel the bullet hit him.
He suddenly turned his head in horror and looked at Hathaway and Britney who had gone away, but the girls were fine.
Jenkins understood in an instant, and when he turned around, a bullet hole appeared on the salesman's forehead, and the black and sticky blood slowly spread under the red and blue moonlight, blackening the stone road under everyone's feet.
The surroundings were extremely quiet. After the wind stopped, Jenkins could only hear the regular vibration of the steam pipe on the wall. This means that the air pressure is not stable, and the pipes in this street need to be repaired.
The key keeper's soul flew out of the salesman's body, but he also had an unexpected surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't expect to die like this.
Jenkins ran forward in great strides while raising his cane:
"go to hell!"
He shouted loudly, the spirit body striking stick pierced the air like a sharp sword and slashed down fiercely, passing through the center of the old man's soul, and then directly hitting the corpse below.
Fortunately, Jenkins' position blocked the sight of the girls behind him, otherwise it would be very likely to be regarded as flogging the corpse.
But the cane actually failed, and the soul hit by Jenkins only showed a painful expression, but it didn't melt like a snowflake.
It quickly retreated in a direction away from Jenkins, while the man climbed up to the roofs of the shops facing the street and chased after him like a cat.
Before running out of the range of this street, the black aura representing the monster no longer circled around, but moved rapidly in this direction.
"Oops!"
Although Jenkins didn't know what happened to the gun, he also knew that the soul should not be allowed to touch it. He jumped high in the face of the moonlight, red and blue light sprinkled on his back, and what was even more dazzling were the two silver bands of light surrounding his right hand.
Pounced down suddenly, just in time to collide with the soul of the key keeper. The crazy knowledge and weird whispers that had been prepared flew out of Jenkins' hands, and entered the key keeper's head accurately.
By the time Jenkins supported the ground and stood up, the soul had also stopped moving.
"I knew that this method is still useful for dealing with souls."
A soul without physical protection is easily disturbed by extraordinary power, which is one of the reasons why there are many types of evil spirits, and most of them have strange abilities.
He comforted the panicked cat due to the rapid landing, and wanted to give the soul another final blow, letting it return to ashes, but he didn't expect another mutation to occur at this time.
Facing the miraculous moonlight, the old soul kept an expression of surprise and pain on its face. It stopped motionless in the middle of the road, and the corners of its mouth slowly raised up, revealing a creepy and weird smile.
The old man's eyes widened as if he understood the truth of the world, and suddenly he raised his hands to the sky, and on the originally gray soul, colorful spots of light appeared like ringworm. It trembled in a trance, and its soul body appeared like a mist, as if it wanted to dissipate.
But the shape was fixed after all, hundreds of eyes opened from the surface of the soul, and at the same time the soul completely turned black, the limbs were crooked like a diseased dwarf, and the originally unclear feet, unexpectedly It became the tentacles of eight spiders.
Transparent cicada wings protruded from the back, and the cicada wings seemed to be outlined by disgusting spider silk. In the very center of the cicada's wings, a terrifying and twisted figure roared in Jenkins' direction.
"This is… "
Jenkins subconsciously took a step back, but then felt that he couldn't be intimidated. He had an unreliable guess about what happened in front of him. Eight out of ten, it was because of those blasphemous knowledge that the original strange soul was mutated. There must be a reason for the soul to be able to seize the house at will, and not be afraid of the soul hitting the cane.
"Am I making trouble for myself?"
Jenkins wanted to cover his face, but doing so at the moment was courting death. He raised his cane and wanted to fight the monster face to face, but he didn't expect it to fly up with a flap of its wings.