“Great!” Charlie nodded, satisfied, and let his eyes swept around the place. Finally, he announced coldly, “Since there’s no objection, I’ll send Homer off right now.”

Upon hearing that, Homer went crazy. Frightened, he screamed, “You b*stards! Why aren’t you helping me? If I die, I won’t let you go!”

Xavion, Spencer, and Jordan dared not to look at him. They were afraid that Homer would seek revenge on them after his death as a vengeful ghost.

Charlie leveled a chilly gaze at Homer and hissed, “If you’re going to talk about revenge, Homer, I’m sure there are many vengeful ghosts waiting for you on the other side. It’s time to send you to meet them!”

Homer was terrified. He gaped, wanting to say something, but made no sound. Charlie had pulled the trigger!

Bang! Blood splattered on the back of Homer’s head as he fell to the ground and lay there, motionless.

Charlie’s shot left a hole at the center of Homer’s forehead. Red and white liquid gushed out of the bullet hole.

The Fox