Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The lady was hung up, and the housekeeper was locked in a small dark room. For a moment, the originally lively ghost mansion suddenly became quiet again.

Just when Lincoln was standing upstairs thinking about what to do next, the bright lights suddenly turned on in the originally dark corridor, and then the sound of jingling bells rang downstairs.

The moment she heard the ringtone, the face of the female ghost who was hanging in the air was full of excitement and fear: "Let me go! Let me down quickly!"

"What's wrong?" Lincoln leaned on the railing and looked at the female ghost and said, "Isn't it just a matter of turning on a light and ringing a bell? Look how scared you are."

The female ghost didn't answer Lincoln, she was just struggling wildly, seemingly unable to communicate at all.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln couldn't help but sigh, and he mercifully took off the whip that tied the female ghost from the railing, and then dragged her towards the place where the ringing sound came from.

Walking along the stairs to the lobby, passing through the side stairs, Lincoln finally came to a restaurant.

At this time, many people were already sitting in the restaurant. Seeing Lincoln dragging the female ghost into the restaurant, everyone turned their attention to him, and after a moment they looked to the female ghost in his hand.

On the long dining table, a man and a woman sat at both ends, and sitting on the side of the table were 'family members'. Even the servant who cleaned the house before had his own

Location.

The livid-faced male host sat motionless in the main seat, not squinting. Instead, the hostess, who always wore a hat when eating, spoke: "Let's eat when we eat. What other ingredients are brought with us? Do you think the food is not to your liking?"

When Lincoln, who was standing there, heard this, he was filled with questions: Ingredients? Are you talking about me?

He was thinking about how to give the people in this room a good look next. The door to the kitchen opened, and a cook came out. He took the whip from Lincoln's hand and dragged the struggling female ghost towards him.

In the kitchen.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln knew that the emotional food was actually the female ghost in his hand?!

So why did the female ghost scream before? If she hadn't screamed, he wouldn't have brought her here, and if he hadn't brought her here, she wouldn't have become food.

All I can say is that even if you die and become a ghost, you still can’t commit suicide!

It’s just a meal, so it’s no big deal to miss it.

As Lincoln was thinking about it, he found a seat and sat down. Then he heard the hostess speak again: "Butler? Where's the butler?"

While looking at the food on the table, Lincoln replied casually: "I locked the housekeeper in a small dark room."

This time, the hostess did not speak. Instead, the zombie-like male host looked at Lincoln, raised his palm and slapped Lincoln: "You can't talk when you eat or sleep! What should you say while eating!"

Snap!

There was a soft sound, and the slap did not hit Lincoln's face, but was caught by him.

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of other evil spirits on the table, Lincoln stood up suddenly, lifted the entire dining table, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and took out an ax and chopped it down at the male host.

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Bang! Click!

The sharp ax blade cut into the flesh and blood of the evil male ghost without any hindrance. A cloud of Yin Qi exploded instantly, and Lincoln's face was filled with a sneer: "You can't say anything when you eat or sleep, right? I'll put the table on the table now."

If you open it, let me see how you can still eat and sleep without talking!"

"You actually want to slap me. I've been through so many worlds and no one dares to think of slapping me. It's embarrassing for you, right?!"

The ax in his hand kept rising and falling, and in just a few minutes, the evil ghost that had looked like a zombie before was completely chopped into pieces by Lincoln.

Without the restraints of the dining table, the remaining evil spirits had already disappeared without a trace.

Click——

Just as Lincoln lowered his head to pick up the pile of bones, the kitchen door opened.

Lincoln stretched out his hand to wipe away the Yin Qi on his body, raised his head and made eye contact with the chef holding the bowl in his hand. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the ax handle.

At this moment, the chef's figure suddenly retracted into the kitchen, and with a bang, the wooden door was firmly closed.

Looking at this scene, Lincoln smiled: "Hey! You are so fucking rude! I must educate you on behalf of your family!"

As he spoke, the ax in his hand moved again.

Bang!

The ax blade struck the solid wooden door hard, and with a heavy sound, a gap was cut out of the solid wooden door.

The huge movement and the sudden cut made the cook inside tremble violently. For the first time, as an evil ghost, he felt deep fear. This was the first time he had ever turned into a ghost.

No fear felt.

Bang!

Before he could relax, he struck with the ax blade for the second time, and the gap became even wider.

Through some crack, the cook seemed to have seen his tragic fate. The whole ghost became frightened and began to search frantically in the kitchen.

Bang!

Another ax fell, and the light from the restaurant shone into the kitchen. Lincoln held the ax in his hand, leaned slightly towards the crack, and stared directly at the cook inside: "I found you."

"Ah!" the cook with the kitchen knife in his hand screamed. He ran around wildly trying to find other exits, but there was none.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The constant collision between the ax blade and the door was like a heavy drum, constantly shaking the cook's fragile mind.

Finally, the roaring stopped, and just when he was trembling and involuntarily trying to check through the crack in the door to see if Lincoln had left, Lincoln suddenly approached the crack in the door.

He looked at the cook with wide eyes and grinned like a perverted version: "I'm going in!"

"ah!!!"

The scream echoed, and the cook instantly fell to the ground and began to retreat uncontrollably. At that moment, Lincoln's heavy fist punched through the gap and slammed into the kitchen.

After some searching, he found the door handle and turned it slightly.

The door opened with a click.

Holding the 'blood-stained' ax in his hand, Lincoln had a ferocious smile on his face. There were still scattered corpses on the ground not far behind him that had not been picked up.

The lights in the restaurant could not penetrate his body, and the backlight made it difficult to see the specific expression on Lincoln's face.

To the cook, who was huddled helplessly in the corner with a kitchen knife in his hand, Lincoln was the real evil ghost at this moment, the evil ghost who would overturn the table if he disagreed and hack the male host to death directly.

Looking at the frightened cook, Lincoln smiled and dragged his ax into the kitchen, and gently closed the door: "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"No! No! Don't come over! Don't!"