Chapter 582: Massacre

The sounds of violent coughing echoed out in succession.

Many clueless drunkards were staring flabbergasted at their rum bottles, because their rum had turned red. Their intoxicated and sluggish minds were still attempting to clarify the situation. Only until they realized their mouth, nose and ears were oozing out with blood, were they finally enlightened.

"Blimey! Why am I bleedin’?"

A nose bleed was a common occurrence to humans. Be it yellow people, white people or black people, this was a frequently neglected occurrence.

The drunkards only started realizing something was amiss when they had lost control of their body.

However, when that happened, the shinigami had already raised its death scythe above their heads with a sinister smirk.

In this manner, the obstructions before Little Lord Fokke were rapidly swept clean. Anyone who dared to block him were all infected with the black death.