Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

Jiang Luo stretched out her fair fingers and pointed to the bloodstains scattered on the ground, her voice soft and clear, sounding as if she were assigning a fun toy to her little follower.

"If you have a grudge, settle it; if you have a grudge, settle it. If you don't have a grudge, just make up some reason and beat him up to vent your anger."

Upon hearing this, the crow's eyes lit up instantly.

She was marginalized in the Skeleton Family and suffered endless scorn; she didn't even dare to speak loudly in the black market.

With this little ancestor from the abyss backing her up today, the evil fire that had been suppressed in her heart for many years surged to her head.

Han Ya rolled up the lace sleeves of her black dress, stomped in her high heels, and rushed straight to the bloodstained face, unleashing a flurry of haphazard punches at the pig-headed man.

The bloodstains were suppressed by the eerie aura of the shadows.

Unable to muster even a trace of strange power, he could only lie in a pool of blood like a sandbag and passively take a beating.

"You always steal my business in the black market, you call me a worthless piece of trash nobody wants, today I'm going to pluck all your scales off!"

As the crow cursed, it used both hands to tear off the blood-stained scales from its face.

He was writhing on the ground in agony, his body stained with blood, emitting bloodcurdling screams like a pig being slaughtered.

Those strange creatures who were originally hiding in the shadows, ready to scavenge for the spoils, saw more than a dozen S-class desperados being instantly killed.

Now even the adopted son of the Blood Lord was pinned to the ground and had his scales plucked, so frightened that he scrambled away from the street.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained 15,000 points of fear!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained 20,000 points of fear!]

The system notifications were ringing in Jiang Luo's mind, and the fear points contributed by the strange passersby and the bloodstained items directly made her empty wallet bulge again.

Jiang Luo happily crunched the last half of the strawberry lollipop in her mouth, and even found Han Ya's rude actions more agreeable.

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Just as the crow beat the bloodstained man so badly that even his own father couldn't recognize him.

A harsh, cold snort came from the shadows at the end of the street.

An old man leaning on a skull cane and covered in green pustules slowly walked out. He was the same furious old monster who had fought with Jiang Luo for the human girl in the VIP room earlier.

The enraged old ghost dared not make a move at the auction due to the rules of the Death Merchant Guild. However, after witnessing Shadow instantly kill an S-class desperado from afar, he was indeed somewhat wary.

But when he got closer and saw that Jiang Luo was a little girl who was only 1.5 meters tall and was carrying a tattered bag, the suppressed anger in his heart completely erupted.

He was convinced that this white-haired girl was only so arrogant because her family had provided her with several powerful guards.

The enraged old monster slammed his cane heavily onto the bluestone slab, and the eerie and terrifying pressure of the SS-level directly compressed the surrounding air, causing it to emit a piercing popping sound.

"I wondered who was shouting here, but it turns out to be a brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet."

The old monster's murky eyes gleamed with a greedy, ferocious light as his gaze was fixed on the cloth bag at Jiang Luo's waist, as if he could already see that top-tier S-rank abyss item.

"Hand over the Abyss items you bought at the auction right now, and I might let you die a little easier. Otherwise, I'll use your delicate skin to make soup today!"

The crow was so frightened by the SS-level pressure that her legs went weak. She scrambled to hide behind Jiang Luo, clinging tightly to Jiang Luo's skirt and daring not to show her face.

Lying on the ground, his head swollen like a pig's, the bloodied man saw the enraged old ghost appear and, as if grasping at a lifeline, burst into wild laughter through his lisping voice.

"Hahaha, you bunch of damned trash are doomed!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with his teeth, he pointed at Jiang Luo and Han Ya and cursed them, his battered face filled with a vicious, resentful grin.

"Even Lord Furious wants you dead, this is truly a stroke of luck! I'll skin you alive and use your skins as footrests!"

The enraged old ghost listened to the blood-stained flattery with great pleasure, stroking the tumor on his chin. He was just about to raise his cane to deliver a fatal blow to the half-ghost guard.

Naya, who had been standing behind Jiang Luo like a ghost, took a half step forward. He pressed one hand on his black top hat, and a chillingly elegant smile appeared on his face, which was painted with white skull patterns.

"I never imagined that the crybaby from back then would be so arrogant now..."

Nyarlathotep's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an ancient power of law that could penetrate the soul.

It directly crushed the oppressive aura released by the enraged old monster.

Upon hearing that familiar voice that sent shivers down his spine, the enraged old man froze in mid-air, his hand holding the cane trembling, and looked in the direction of the voice.

When he saw Naya's face with the skull tattoo, cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's...it's you?!"

The old monster's turbid eyes widened in fury, and his voice trembled with extreme fear.

The deepest, most humiliating memory in my mind was forcibly torn open.

Back then, he was just an A-level weirdo struggling at the bottom of society, and he accidentally blocked Naya's path in the black market.

He was hung on the pillar of shame by this madman with the chains of the abyss and whipped for a full thirty days.

The torment of having his soul torn apart and reassembled inch by inch has become a nightmare he can never escape in his life.

The enraged old ghost's skull cane fell to the ground and broke in two. His knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the bluestone slab with a thud.

He completely ignored the low-level monsters peeking around him and began frantically kowtowing in Naya's direction, his head slamming against the ground with a dull thud.

"Lord Naya, please spare me! I truly didn't know this little rascal was your master!"

The enraged old monster kowtowed and slapped himself repeatedly, not daring to stop even when the pustules on his face burst and splattered green juice, all in an attempt to quell the fury of this terrifying being.

He was completely dumbfounded by the blood-stained body lying on the ground; his brain, dulled by the crow's attack, simply couldn't process what was happening.

He didn't understand the infamous, raging old monster in the Burial Canyon.

Why would he kneel down and beg for mercy in front of a dark-skinned man? This was completely beyond his comprehension.

"My Lord, what are you doing? They're just a bunch of trash who act tough because of their guards. What are you afraid of?!"

Stained with blood, he screamed and yelled, trying to pull the enraged old monster back to his side, completely unaware that he was courting death.

Upon hearing the words "stained with blood," the enraged old ghost was so terrified that he nearly lost his soul on the spot.

He scrambled over to the bloodstained face and unleashed a barrage of slaps on its swollen, pig-like face.

"You blind bastard, shut your mouth! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

The enraged old monster slapped away all his blood-stained teeth and even used his strange power to crush the blood-stained bones in his limbs.

Only then did he turn around and continue kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Naya in apology.

Nyar slowly removed the black top hat from his head and walked gracefully to the furious old monster.

He stretched out his white-gloved hand and grabbed the head of the enraged old monster.

He lifted the enraged old monster up as if he were holding a ball that could be crushed at any moment.

The black mist emanating from his fingertips went directly into the raging old monster's brain through his scalp.

"Didn't you smoke enough back then? I just came out of the abyss recently, and my hands are definitely itching."

Naya's smile grew even brighter.

The perverse pleasure of toying with the life and death of prey is on full display at this moment.

The enraged old monster convulsed in pain, tears and snot streaming down his face.

He shook his head repeatedly, his hands gripping the air tightly, afraid to struggle, lest Nyarlathotep twist his head off.

"I know I was wrong. I beg Lord Naya to give me another chance. I'm willing to serve this little brat like a slave!"