Chapter 175 - The Legend of the Scarecrow (2/2)

And it was very exciting.

Flanders felt that it was very interesting, so he followed him in.

“Kid, take out all the valuable things on your body!”

Valuable things?

Flanders thought for a moment, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

The most valuable thing on him, in his opinion, was that not a scarecrow?

He did not have a single cent, and he did not need it.

Moreover, no matter how much money there was, in his eyes, it was no different from a pile of paper. It was still not as valuable as a scarecrow, and it was even far from being worth it.

Thinking of this, Flanders took out a scarecrow.

“Is this Ii?”

Flanders showed the thing in his hand, and at the same time, a very strange smile appeared on his face.

“What is this?”

The group of people frowned and all moved closer.

At this sight, someone recognized it, and his face immediately turned pale with fright.

Scarecrow!

That was a small scarecrow!

If it was before, they would not be so panicked. But a few minutes ago, they had just heard the rumors about scarecrows, and now they really saw this so-called scarecrow. This shock… was definitely not fake.

“Who the hell are you trying to scare?!”

Someone cursed.

But when he shifted his gaze to Flanders’s face, he was suddenly unable to say a word.

It was as if his throat was stuck, and cold sweat trickled down his face.

“You… you…”

That person pointed at Flanders, his face completely drained of blood.

Everyone was puzzled and looked over.

Then, they saw that the person they had scammed was not an ordinary person?

He was clearly a scarecrow!!

“Ka ka ka…”

“Do you want more? I still have a lot of valuable things here.”

Flanders had a strange smile.

[Fear points +140]

[Fear points +180]

[Fear points +200]

“Ah Ah Ahhh!!”

A group of people screamed and fled in all directions.

Some of them were so scared that they collapsed on the ground, their legs not listening to their commands and peeing all over the ground.

However, regardless of whether they were lying on the ground or fleeing in all directions, they were destined to not be able to walk out alive.

The faint moonlight fell.

A shadow of a scythe appeared on the ground.

Night Cut.

Puchi!

As the scythe swung, blood splattered everywhere, creating shadows on the ground.

In the dark alley, screams could be heard continuously.

“Hahahaha!!”

“Interesting! This is too interesting!!”

The black scythe in Flanders’s hand kept swinging, leaving large amounts of blood every time. On the walls, on the ground, and on the iron bars, it was everywhere!

The more he swung, the happier he became.

Especially when he saw this group of people. From the beginning, they were arrogant and complacent, to full of fear, and now, their faces were full of despair. No matter how many times he watched this process, he would never get tired of it!

It was too fun!

It was simply too fun!

“Devil! You are a devil!”

Now, there was only one person left. He could no longer run. He sat on the ground and staggered backward, his face full of fear.

“Devil?”

Flanders closed his eyes, enjoying this title.

He looked down at the person on the ground. He had already lost his incontinence, his face was full of snot, and he was still shouting the word “devil”.

Obviously, this person was so scared that only his instincts were left.

It was broken… boring.

Flanders murmured.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the scythe formed a huge circle in the air, leaving a large pool of blood.

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