Bai Yi sat there stiffly, watching Lynn thump away at his own temple, trying to knock the bullet inside his skull out through his ear.
He really wanted to say something.
Big Brother.
Could we please stop with these hellish jokes? I'm desperately trying to explain things for you, trying to tell everyone you're really human, but at least give me a chance, Big Brother!
Big Brother!
Bang, bang-
Almost at the same time, several more bullets shot toward Lynn.
With a smack, Lynn slapped one of the incoming bullets right back where it came from. He stared at the evil spirit aggregate with dead-fish eyes and said:
"Two or three shots should be enough. If you can see it's not working, why keep shooting? As a follower of the Flesh God Cult, don't you know physical attacks are what flesh monsters fear least?"
Whoosh-
Almost in that same instant, Lynn thrust out his hand, his arm transforming into a long tentacle covered in barbs.
He swept it sideways through the mist.
The gun-wielding, controlled bodies were instantly severed in half by that hideous tentacle, exploding into clouds of blood mist with a series of bangs.
At the same time, Lynn shifted his gaze.
He looked at the departed souls drifting toward him with piercing shrieks.
Swish, swish, swish-
Countless tendrils burst from his body like sprouting shoots, precisely targeting each "human" silhouette and popping them like balloons into clouds of dust.
There was no difficulty whatsoever.
They were even weaker than the weakest evil spirits he had encountered in Wandering Soul Alley, dissolving at the slightest touch.
Departed souls of this caliber could, at most, give an ordinary person a serious illness, let alone deal with a great philanthropist like him. Even if he stood there and let them