He shoved Ster with all his might. “Colonel Orwell, wake up…”
However, Ster did not wake up despite how hard Henderson shoved him. Thus, Henderson began
pinching his mouth.
Ster finally regained consciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a ghost’s hideous face floating above his
face.
“F*ck off…”
Ster threw a punch at it.
However, his fist could not make contact with the ck mist.
Ster’s eyes widened as he sat up on the couch.
When he turned to look around the mansion, he nearly fainted again when he saw the countless
ghostly faces floating around the space.
Henderson’s voice trembled, “Colonel Orwell, Nash wants to speak to you!”
Ster finally turned to look at Nash, and his heart began racing when he saw the thirty-six offering
bowls and the warden floating mid-air.
Nash said, “Ster, add more corpse oil into the offering bowls…”
Several of the offering bowls had already run out of corpse oil.
“Where… where is the corpse oil?” Ster hurriedly asked.
“In the white-colored sk on the coffee table!” Brian replied from his hiding ce behind the couch.
Ster immediately got up and grabbed the sk.
Just then, three ghostly faces shrouded in ck mist raced toward Ster.
Nash yelled, “Don’t be scared… These ghostly faces cannot hurt you. Put on the majestic air you have
when you lead troops
into battle…”
Ster gulped.
His legs could not stop trembling.
Nash continued, “Someone’s secretly casting spells to stop me from saving the warden… Do you want
his soul to be lost
forever?”
Ster jerked his body.
A me ignited itself within his gaze.
The monstrous intent to battle emanated from his body.
A murderous aura that most people would not be able to detect also emanated from him.
This murderous aura was the result of countless days spent on the battlefield.
The ghostly faces came to a stop about half a foot away from Ster.
They seemed to be terrified of the murderous aura.
Ster ducked under the formation and made his way toward the offering bowls.
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He added more corpse oil into the offering bowls that were running low.
Following replenishment of the corpse oil, the mes became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger
once again appeared to confront the ghostly faces.
Ster stayed by Nash’s side.
He immediately refilled the offering bowls with corpse oil whenever any was going to run out.
The clock soon struck six in the evening.
Battle sounds could still be heard from the outside.
Ster turned to look out of the window, where he saw shes of fire and thunder.
Hera headed to her office building’s entrance after getting off work
She had not brought an umbre with her and thus had no choice but to hold her briefcase over her
head.
Hunter, who had been waiting for her, immediately walked over with an umbre.
“Rara, why don’t I take you home?”
Hunter asked, an eager expression on his face.
Hera knotted her elegant eyebrows together. “F*ck off. I don’t want to see you!”
Hunter positioned the umbre above Hera’s head before saying, “I know you hate me, but if you give
me a chance, I’ll do my best to let you fall in love with me!”
“Disgusting pig, why don’t you take a piss and use the puddle as a mirror?!”
A woman’s cold voice
rang out.
Hunter’s face sank. When he turned and saw it was Olivia, he swallowed whatever retort he had ready.
Olivia walked over with a ck-colored umbre in her hands, and gave Hunter a scornful look as she
said, “She already told you to get lost, but you’re still badgering her. Do you have no shame?”
That enraged Hunter. “Olivia Lee, watch your mouth…”
“Fatso!”
“Stupid pig!”
“You imbecile!”
Olivia’s insults turned even harsher. “You’re nothing but the useless heir of a third-rate family. What
right do you have to call me by my name?”