Blue and White Society Chapter 236

  Chapter 236 Curse?

  Mo Poor must kill Callum, otherwise the eight-year-old would not be able to escape at all. Instead of being hunted down and then developed into a positive force, it is better to give herself a little free time to arrange.

  Callum is dead, as long as the police don't call the police, the masses will not know for a while, let alone other people.

   Now she can go wherever she wants.

  I saw that Mo Poor turned Callum's blood and heart black, and then left the body in the bedroom and locked the door.

   Just like that, Mo Poor left the house with his bag on his back.

  The female neighbor across the door greeted her when she saw her: "Oula, are you going to school alone?"

  Mo Poor looked at her, smiled warmly, and left.

  Destination, a dilapidated courtyard controlled by the masses.

   That was the place where Callum was going to send Ola, and the helpers there would take care of it, and then pick it up in the afternoon.

  If she hadn't gone this morning, those gang members who were in charge of guarding him would definitely ask questions, and it wouldn't be long before Callum's body would be found.

  She can't let people take the initiative to find her, that would be too passive, and she doesn't want to be stopped halfway in the car.

  So Mo Poor must first get rid of the gangsters who are waiting for her to 'go to school', and stabilize the mob gang.

   "Let me declare first, those few people are not peripheral." Yi Bo said.

"Don't worry, I won't kill any more. Callum is dead. My grievances have been released. Now I just want to go home. For those of my gang who have threatened me, I just need to punish them like a prank." Mo Poor said.

   "It's because you can't kill it. Callum's situation cannot be replicated. If there are too many people, you won't have any chance. The main body is too weak, right?" Yi Bo laughed.

   "They are dead, and the Mass Gang will only find me faster, so it is better to take them for their own use." Mo Poor said.

   "How to do it?" Yi Bo asked.

   "Of course it's... bluff."

  Mo Poor came to the dilapidated courtyard and walked in slowly with his schoolbag on his back.

"what?"

   "Where is the little girl from?"

   "...is that Euler?"

  There were four black people in the yard. They were sitting there doing nothing. They couldn't help being surprised to see a white girl who looked like a porcelain doll walk in.

  Although Callum had already brought her here in the setting, in fact Mo Poor had never been here at all.

   These people are not outsiders, so naturally they have never seen her. All I know is that starting today, Callum will bring a little girl here and hand it over to them to take care of, and take it away in the afternoon.

  For that girl, Callum has only seen photos for them, but has not really sent them.

   "Why did you come alone? Where's Callum?"

   "Didn't deliver it in person on the first day? What the **** is Callum doing?"

   Black people are weird and want to call Callum.

   But the phone doesn't know what's going on, the screen is always black!

   "Fake, my phone is broken! Crewe, give me yours!"

  Crewe didn't give it to him either. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call, but the screen was always black.

   "What's going on?" Everyone's mobile phone screens are black, and they can't even see the desktop. How can they find Callum's number?

  Everyone was a little surprised. At this time, Mo Poor had already approached, and he came slowly with a strange smile on his face, and gradually there was a strange dark red light and shadow scrolling under his feet.

   "What!" They immediately saw that the little girl's blond hair had turned black, her eyes were scarlet, and her lips had been brushed away.

   On the snow-white arm, there is even a strange black thread entangled. This black thread keeps twisting, and I don't know what it is!

"Fake! Don't come here!" They are real ordinary people who usually show off their power to the poor, but when they saw a beautiful little girl, their faces changed instantly, and they walked over like a witch with a strange smile. They were really frightened up.

  These black people are quite superstitious. At this moment, they feel that they have run into a ghost, and they want to run away immediately.

  But Mo Poor was stuck in the only way out, and the dark red weird vortex under his feet blocked the whole way.

   Those weird things crawling on the ground like tentacles are also spreading towards them.

   "Over the wall! Quick!" They turned and rushed towards the wall, but the dark red ghost quickly climbed over and swayed on the wall.

  How dare they touch it, they retreated quickly, and saw a strange dark red vortex like Jupiter's Great Red Spot on the wall, surging there.

   Deep, and evil.

   "What's going on! What's going on with Callum? What kind of ghost has he kidnapped back?" the black people horrified.

   "Fake! Die!"

  The one named Crewe suddenly drew his gun. Obviously, since he couldn't run away, he would shoot me.

  But then he saw that the pistol turned dark red at some point, with a strange vortex entangled in it.

  He froze for a moment, and saw a black thread spreading from the gun, as if something had jumped into his hand.

   Crewe threw the pistol away as if he was electrocuted, and looked at his hand hastily.

  I saw the black lines all over the palm, criss-crossing like blood vessels, and they didn't stop until they spread to the veins of the wrist.

  At this moment, under his chocolate skin, the veins that should have been veiny have turned black.

  The black under the skin can be seen carefully through the skin, and it has formed a black line like a tree diagram, and it is still slowly spreading upward.

   "Hee hee hee..." Mo Poor laughed like he was being played.

  This weird smile terrified them. It would be better if it was an adult, but such a weird little girl made her petite body even more terrifying.

   "What did you do to me!" Crewe and the others panicked. Everyone took out their guns, and black lines spread immediately.

  Crewe didn't give up, and wanted to pick up the gun again, but found that the black line on the arm spread faster, passing the elbow along the vein.

   "Ah! Don't! Don't!" The terrifying tree-like black line spreading on the arm seemed to be something implanted in the blood, and the few people didn't dare to resist at all, begging for mercy desperately.

   After begging for mercy, the black thread actually slowed down significantly, but it was still eroding their blood vessels little by little.

   Such changes made them realize that their lives depended on the little girl in front of them.

   Is she really a little girl? Maybe it's not a witch who has lived for hundreds of years?

   Superstitious, they frantically begged for mercy, lying on the ground and dare not look at Mo Poor.

   "Kara... Forget it." Mo Poor suddenly said in a weak voice.

   "Oh?" Several black people didn't understand, so after a while, they didn't feel that anything happened.

  Several people slowly raised their heads, only to find that the previous terrifying scene had disappeared.

  The little girl stood in front of them pretty. Blonde hair, blue and clear pupils, and snow-white skin without anything.

   At this moment, he was looking at them with a smile and said, "Hello, my name is Ola."

  The black men stared blankly at her in a daze, unable to recover.

   Dreaming?

  They hurriedly checked the arm, but found that the black line was still there, slowly eroding along the blood vessels of the arm.

   "Ah, Crewe, your eyes... are bloodshot..." a black man exclaimed.

  Krewe looked at him and said in a daze, "You too..."

  Mo Poor ignored them, and after saying hello, he carried his schoolbag and started looking around.

   Several black people took the opportunity to leave, but she didn't stop them.

   "Run!"

   "No! Wait a moment." Crewe stopped the three companions.

   Just kidding, did you really spare them? The black line was still spreading, and it was already close to the shoulder.

   It looks like it will spread to the heart, until it erodes the heart.

  Undoubtedly, at that time, there would be no good end for Black Blood Attack.

  Seeing that Mo Poor still ignored them, Crewe led everyone into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

   This photo was terrible, I saw his face was stern, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were bloodshot, very haggard.

  He hurriedly approached the mirror, and found that the skin also had some light-colored mottles like freckles, which were spots that penetrated deep into the skin, and they couldn't be washed off no matter how much they were washed.

  Looking at the hair again, the brown hair is so sparsely mixed with a few pale hairs.

   He even saw the color of a hair fade with his own eyes, and it faded into white hair in a few seconds!

  He continued to rummage, and found that every few seconds, he would have an extra gray hair, which seemed to be aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   Even my nails turned gray and white at some point, which looked extremely unhealthy.

   "Oh my god..." The four black men glanced at each other, then turned to Mo Poor in the yard.

  I saw Mo Poor wandering around with a simple and lovely face, completely devoid of the horrible appearance of collapsed before.

  But they didn't dare to underestimate this loli at all, they just felt that the cute back now is particularly evil.

   "Is this poison... or a curse?" the black minds were racing.

   p.s: Sorry, I coded three chapters, and it's past twelve o'clock.

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