Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

Rhode stroked his chin, suddenly intrigued, though not by the prostitutes themselves.

If he wanted women, did he really need to look for prostitutes?

He could just find a beautiful wife, knock on her door, and introduce himself for a chat.

It wouldn't even take two hours before they were rolling around in bed.

His interest stemmed from the deep malice he had just sensed from the black woman.

For a black woman he had never met before to harbor such animosity towards him was quite strange.

Even if she hated him, there should be a reason, right?

So, he suddenly wanted to know what she was really up to.

With that thought, Rhode directly followed her, winding through the secluded alleyways for several minutes.

The surrounding figures grew fewer and fewer, and the environment became more and more deserted.

Until finally, there was no one around.

Rhode looked at the sparsely populated old housing area, and couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"Why aren't you walking anymore? Where's the person you mentioned?"

Hearing Rhode's question, the black woman in front of him slowly turned around, her face filled with pity.

As if looking at a dead man.

"Well done, I'm very satisfied with the goods you brought this time."

Suddenly, a man's voice came from a dark corner.

Immediately after, a middle-aged white man in a black suit slowly walked out.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Rhode was one of satisfaction, and his gaze, as he sized him up, was not like he was looking at a person, but more like a fresh ingredient.

A piece of fatty beef.

"Much better than those black ghosts who were marinated in toxic milk powder before. Bring a few more of these next time."

"This is your reward, you can leave."

The middle-aged white man casually threw a stack of money to the black woman and waved his hand.

The black woman didn't hesitate and turned to leave.

"Are you acting like I don't exist?"

Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly, his face full of a bright smile.

"Luring me to this place and then trying to leave, aren't you taking me a little too lightly?"

Rhode smiled as he looked at the struggling black woman, the harmless smile like a devil in her eyes.

"Forget it, I'm not a petty person."

Rhode suddenly let go, just as the black woman thought she had escaped.

Rhode suddenly pressed her head against the wall expressionlessly.

Blood splattered, and she instantly became a corpse.

"Just be more careful in your next life."

Rhode disgustedly took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and casually threw it on the black woman's terrified face.

It's okay to run a honey trap, but choosing the wrong target comes at a price.

He had long been displeased with this black ghost.

"Your accomplice is dead, and you don't seem to care at all?"

"Oh, it seems you're very confident in your strength."

Rhode raised his eyebrows, but quickly shook his head again.

He was really bored, chatting with a dead man.

"Whether it's selling organs or trafficking people, it's fate that we met."

"So... how do you want to die?"

Chapter 78: Has he always been this brave?

"Hahaha!"

The middle-aged white man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly.

"You're really humorous."

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Pittman's smile slowly disappeared from his face.

A hint of bloodthirsty ferocity emerged on his face, and he stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

"I love watching fresh life being eaten away little by little, because that's fresh enough."

"But seeing as you've made me so happy, I'll let you die a little more quickly."

Eat?

Rhode raised his eyebrows, looking at the white guy in front of him with a strange expression.

Damn it, he originally thought he was a smuggler of human organs, but you're freaking Hannibal?

Crap!

"I've seen perverts, but it's rare to see one as perverted as you."

Whoosh!

Rhode's figure flashed instantly, appearing directly in front of him, grabbing his head with one hand.

And smashing it hard on the ground.

Talking to this kind of psychologically twisted pervert is a waste of time.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, unexpectedly, this guy was not killed by him in one blow.

If an ordinary person had been hit like that, their skull would probably have been smashed directly.

This guy's head is pretty hard.

Creak, creak!

Just as Rhode was planning to add another blow, the white man pressed on the ground suddenly made a teeth-aching sound.

His whole body struggled to rise slowly in a distorted form.

That powerful force actually made Rhode feel like he couldn't suppress it for a moment.

Rhode took a step back, looking at the twisted and wriggling guy in front of him in surprise.

This thing?

Isn't human?

At least, he had never seen a person who could twist his body one hundred and eighty degrees and still be okay.

"Blood?"

Reaching out to touch the blood left on his head, Pittman's eyes instantly turned blood red.

"You actually, damaged my skin?"

Tear!

The suit on his body exploded, and the white skin was like a layer of skin, torn open by the blood-red muscles.

Rhode watched as this guy tore off the skin on his face with his hands, revealing a bloody face.

The exposed blood-colored muscle tissue, the exposed gums, a mouth that split to the ears.

The strong muscles dripped with blood-red liquid, making a sizzling sound as it fell on the ground.

"Ghoul?"

A word flashed through Rhode's mind, this thing looked a bit like the legendary ghoul.

He didn't expect it to really exist.

But, thinking about the resurrected evil spirit under the Evil Spirit Villa.

If evil spirits exist, ghouls don't seem unacceptable either.

"No wonder it eats people."

Rhode muttered softly.

The ghoul's menu can be seen from its name.

This guy mainly eats humans, although he also eats other meats when there is no human flesh, but the main menu is still humans.

Incredibly powerful, likes to eat people.

A very dangerous and ferocious kind of demon.

Thinking about the recent disappearances, it's probably this guy's doing.

After all, the missing people are all in this area, it's a bit too coincidental.

"Since you damaged my skin, compensate with your skin."

The ghoul's blood-red eyes looked at Rhode, a cruel and ferocious smile on his face.

"Peel it off while you're alive, so it stays fresh."

As soon as the words fell, the hunched ghoul pounced towards Rhode with extreme speed.

The strong muscles, with terrifying explosive power, the sharp claws grabbed towards Rhode like knives.

The ghoul's movements were very careful, after all, it would be a waste to damage this skin.

Puff!

The powerful blow landed on Rhode's body, and the ferocious smile on the ghoul's face suddenly stopped.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, a trace of panic.

And gradually unbelievable gaze.

"My new clothes."

Rhode looked at the torn clothes and couldn't help but sigh.

Why did you have to provoke him?

"Meeting me, you've kicked a steel plate."

Puff!

Grabbing the ghoul's neck with one hand, the corrosive body fluid made a sizzling sound in Rhode's palm.

However, this degree of corrosion couldn't even hurt a hair on him.

Gray-black hair slowly emerged on his skin, and sharp claws grew on his thick knuckles.

"Werewolf!"

The ghoul looked at Rhode's gradually werewolf-like face with difficulty, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

How could this guy be a werewolf?

Does the werewolf have this much power?