"Oh?
You've guessed it? "
Amidst the interested words, the figure walked out from the darkness and revealed his face.
This was a middle-aged man. The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and his sideburns had long since turned white. He was a little fat, and his feet seemed to be disabled. He walked with a slight limp, to the point that every step he took made an even more ear-piercing sound on the old stair boards.
However, people were more concerned about the gun in the man's hand.
It wasn't a standard gun but a handmade one.
It might not be as powerful as a standard gun, but no one would doubt the lethality of this handmade handgun.
"W-What are you trying to do?"
Eckart asked in a trembling voice.
As he asked, he stepped back and naturally hid behind Kieran. The lighting crew and cameraman were no exception. Although they were considered young and strong, and they weren't empty-handed, when faced with an armed man who appeared out of nowhere, retreating was their instinct.
Mei Huasheng was different from the other three.
After the armed man appeared, she tried her best to hide herself in an area where the light couldn't reach and slowly approached him.
She wanted to take the gunman by surprise and snatch his gun.
She had done it more than once.
And every time, she succeeded.
Therefore, she was quite confident.
But …
This time, it was different.
"Officer Mei Huasheng, please stop.
Otherwise, I can't guarantee the safety of the people in front of me — although I am holding a handgun, killing any one of them in such a close distance isn't hard at all. "
The armed man suddenly spoke.
He waved the gun in his hand, indicating that he wasn't joking.
"Stop!"
Mei Huasheng shouted and walked out from the darkness.
She frowned at the man in front of her.
She didn't have any memories of this man, but he was able to call out her name, which concerned her a lot.
"Thank you for your cooperation.
Now, please step back to the shaman's side, "the armed man said with a smile.
The armed man said with a smile. Under the illumination of the light, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes squeezed together.
Then, with Mei Huasheng's cooperation, the wrinkles grew deeper.
At the same time, he started to walk up the last two steps and stood on the third floor.
After the gun was pointed at Mei Huasheng, the man looked at Kieran.
"How did you know?"
"Just a guess?"
The other party asked.
His words were incomplete, but everyone present knew what he was asking.
"From time to time, the existences here would whisper to me, including …"
"Your uncle who fell to his death."
"Or more precisely, the uncle that you disguised as an accident and fell to his death."
Kieran said faintly.
Unlike the others who were shocked by the gunman, Kieran was expressionless from the moment the gunman appeared until he stood in front of him.
A homemade pistol?
He didn't care about it at all.
"Oh?"
"So, you can communicate with souls?"
"Then …"
"Will you let me see my dear uncle again?"
The smile on the gunman's face did not change at all, and his voice was full of laughter, but the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Kieran.
The meaning was obvious.
If Kieran couldn't do it, the gunman would shoot.
Kieran, who had been expressionless all this while, suddenly smiled.
He widened his mouth, revealing his white teeth. Under the light, they looked a little pale and dazzling, like a lone wolf in the snow, ready to hunt.
"Are you sure?
"As you wish!"
His voice was gloomy and cold.
Kieran even walked towards the gunman.
Each step he took, Kieran's body would bend in a strange way, as if he had no bones in his body. But …
He looked more like a snake!
A snake that was walking on its two legs!
The light emitted by the searchlight was blocked by the snake at some point in time.
The only thing left in the camera's lens was a figure that was getting stranger and stranger.
"What are you doing?"
"Stop!"
The expression of the armed man, who had always thought that victory was within his grasp, suddenly changed. Fine beads of sweat unconsciously appeared on his forehead as he shouted loudly.
"What am I doing?
"As you wish, of course!"
It's me, my dear nephew! "
The first few words were still Kieran's calm voice, but when it reached the last word, his voice became hoarse and heavy. The more unacceptable thing was, a gloomy and cold feeling filled the corridor of the third floor.
It was a change caused by the accumulation of killer aura.
A change after slaughtering thousands upon thousands of lives.
The people around him froze.
The gunman, who caught Kieran's gaze, felt his blood freeze, as if he saw a butcher's knife falling down from the sky, ready to chop him in half.
"Stop! Stop!
"Stop right there!"
Bang!
The gunman, who had never been through the baptism of a battlefield, growled heavily, his finger unconsciously pulling the trigger.
At such a close distance, he wouldn't miss his target.
The bullet was fired precisely at Kieran's arm, which was covering his abdomen.
The orange bullet didn't pierce Kieran's arm, in fact, it only embedded a little before it couldn't move further.
Kieran's attributes plummeted and many of his skills were forcefully sealed at Musou level.
Still, it didn't mean his skills were useless, especially some skills that didn't require leveling up. Their existence itself didn't violate the rules.
For example, [Secondary Armored Skin]!
[Secondary Armored Skin] could completely ignore physical damage of None, Weak, and Weak levels, and when facing Average and Strong physical damage, Kieran only had to take damage of Weak and Weak levels.
A standard military handgun had a basic attack of around Average.
A slightly weaker self-made handgun would have an attack of below Average and above Weak.
That was why Kieran had to cover his abdomen with his arm.
He didn't want to suffer a fatal wound.
However, the final result was that the handgun was weaker than he had expected.
It was as weak as the gunman.
Under Kieran's [Viper Body] and Pro level [Mystical Knowledge]'s guidance, the gunman's willpower wasn't as strong as he had imagined.
Then …
It was time for Kieran to perform.
"Ouch!
"So painful!"
It's as painful as when I fell down here! "
Kieran's body twisted even more. He took out the bullet embedded in his arm and placed it in his palm.
"Is this yours?
"Is it yours?"
I'll return it to you!
Just like what you did to me back then, I'll return it to you bit by bit! "
The hoarse, heavy voice continued.
"No!
No! "
The gunman, who was already heavily affected by Kieran, crumbled instantly when he saw the bullet in Kieran's hand. He threw the handgun at Kieran and turned around to run, but his crippled leg prevented him from running fast. The footsteps behind him were like talismans that hastened his death, forcing him to step on empty air in his panic.
He fell to the ground.
The sound of his neck bones breaking could be heard clearly.
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