The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Capítulo 1301: Chapter 1301: The Tattooed Man Screams in Terror

Little Taotie exclaimed in surprise and turned to check on Helen’s injury. The nunchucks man sneered, feeling contempt in his heart: “Kids are just kids, they get distracted so easily!”

If Little Taotie hadn’t gotten distracted, he might not have been able to take down this little girl.

But now, hehe.

He raised his nunchucks high, about to strike down, the direction aiming for the back of Little Taotie’s neck.

A swoosh of wind at the back of her neck made Little Taotie’s heart skip a beat.

She knew it was too late.

Even if she ducked her head now, she’d be hit on the skull.

Just as Little Taotie was thinking about how to dodge to minimize harm, a sly laugh rang out.

“I’m here to see you~ huh, he’s going to hit you? Let me help you!”

An invisible brush sketched in the air, summoning a ferocious and evil Ghost King.

The nunchucks man was focused on Little Taotie’s back, just about to land his blow, when suddenly a ferocious face appeared before him.

“Ah—” The man let out the sharpest scream of his life.

His hand went limp, and the nunchucks fell straight to the ground.

Covered all in black, with a hideously terrifying face, the Ghost King appeared in the tragic form from the year he was burned to death, laughing eerily with a “jiejie” sound.

“No… don’t come near—”

The Ghost King grinned, revealing a set of white teeth starkly contrasting his charred black skin.

A pair of withered tree-like hands reached out, gently resting on the nunchucks man’s shoulders.

“Ah!!!” The scream was even louder.

The nunchucks man wanted to run, but the seemingly light claws on his shoulders felt like a thousand-pound stone pressing down on him, rendering him immobile.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his teeth chattered and not a word came out.

The tattooed-armed men with him all thought he was crazy.

To them, it looked like the nunchucks man was about to knock Little Taotie unconscious when he suddenly let go mid-swing, screamed like a woman, and his shrill voice was extremely piercing.

Now he’s slumped on the ground, shoulders sagging as if being weighed down, looking just insane.

“Help me, save me—”

“A ghost! There’s a ghost!”

“It’s on me, the ghost’s on me!”

“Help—”

The man finally made a sound, pleading with his companions, eyes full of tears, hysterically shouting: “Save me—”

The tattooed-armed men: “…”

One of them: “Lunatic!”

“Is he hallucinating? Where would there be ghosts in broad daylight?”

“Didn’t he come out of an asylum?”

“Yeah, yeah, our boss got him out of the asylum, looks like he’s having an episode?”

“Tsk! Ignore him, let’s finish our task and grab the kids here!”

The tattooed-armed men ignored the nunchucks man’s pleas and charged at Little Taotie.

Little Taotie looked at “Little Braids” sitting in a high tree nearby and waved: “Thank you, he almost got me just now.”

Little Braids giggled, was about to say something, when he saw the tattooed-armed men charging at Little Taotie.

“So annoying!” Little Braids huffed: “Bullying with numbers, I can do that too!”

Little Braids waved his brush.

Ink spots appeared on the ground, growing into black holes, from which emerged a stream of pitch-black, fearsome-looking ghosts.

These ghosts appeared to have been stained with ink, briefly able to reveal themselves to scare the tattooed-armed men.

“Ah—”

“What the hell! Scared me to death!”

“Damn it, who’s playing tricks?”

“Fake, it’s all fake!”

Some of the braver tattooed men reached out to strike the ghosts, thinking someone was faking it to scare them, but when their hands passed through, hitting nothing, they screamed and turned to run: “Damn it, it’s real, we’re seeing ghosts!”