The secretary knocked on the office door and asked softly, “May we
“Pleasee in.” A calm voice sounded from inside the office. The
secretary opened the door and lowered his head slightly, saying, “Mr.
Calcraft, after you.”
Nash walked into the office and saw a middle-aged man in a white
shirt sitting in the office chair. He had a crew cut, and his face was
clean-shaven. Without lifting his head, the man said indifferently,”
Feel free to sit down.”
The secretary led Nash to the couch, smiling. “Mr. Calcraft, please
have a seat. I’ll go make tea for you.” Seeing that Jack was busy,
Nash did not disturb him and sat on the couch.
Jack typed away on the keyboard for a bit before saying, “Mason,
Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
cancel the four o’clock meeting for me.” It was currently 3:30 in
afternoon, and the meeting being canceled was obviously to
amodate Nash..
“Certainly, Mr. Lindon!” the secretary responded. After preparing te he called to reschedule the
meeting.
Not wanting to waste time, Nash took out his phone and dialed Eric’s
number. After several unsessful attempts, Eric finally answered the call. There were sounds of
struggle from the other end of the line.
“I’m busy,” Eric said as he battled Herman with the cedar wood sword
in his hand, all while talking on the phone with Nash.
Nash visualized the scene and could not help but chuckle. “If you can’t win, retreat. Find a way to trap
him in the cemetery!”
“Funny, you think I can’t win?”
Back at the De’anne Cemetery, Eric spat out blood.
Herman was incredibly fast-so fast that even with Eric’s Third Eye, he found it difficult to capture
Herman. He was sted away by a
palm strike, his fall shattering a tombstone.
Eric got up, dusted himself off, and said in a deep voice, “I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m going to
subdue him.”
He hung up the phone and put it in his bag. From the same bag, he fished out a yellow talisman and
pasted it on the sword. When he brushed his fingers across the talisman, it burst into red mes before
turning into ash that covered the sword in purple arcs of
electricity.
Herman approached Eric, afterimages a dozen meters long trailing
after him.
Eric’s gaze hardened, and he thrust the sword forward, releasing a thunderbolt the size of a bowl from
its tip.
Herman stopped and crossed his hands in front of his chest. ck mist surrounded him, blocking the
purple thunderbolts. His body shook upon impact as the purple thunderbolts disintegrated inch by inch,
shattering Eric’s cedar wood sword.
Eric was once again sent flying.
“Damn… Is he this strong?” Eric grumbled as he stood up. He then
formed seals with his hands.
Before he could unleash his Path techniques, however, Herman
kicked him and sent him flying ten meters away. Immediately after,
he leaped forward, pouncing on Eric like a hungry tiger.
At that moment, a bright light in the shape of a de shed through. the darkness toward Herman.
Following closely, someone pulled Eric
off the ground. His vision was a momentary blur before he found himself outside the main gate.
Looking around, he saw no one in sight. Eric grabbed eight pitch-ck.
bone nails from his bag and tossed them into the air. Then, he formed seals with both hands, chanting
obscure and difficult-to-
understand incantations.
The eight bone nails scattered, embedding themselves at eight different points around the cemetery
before an invisible shield appeared above the cemetery.
However, Herman soared into the sky effortlessly, easily breaking through the formation.
At this point, Eric was bleeding from his nose and mouth, looking defeated. Even the Demon-Sealing
Nails he nurtured with his own.
essence failed to restrain the ghoul.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. Eric leaned against the security booth, breathing
heavily. The security guard inside was still wearing headphones and grooving to the music when he
noticed
Eric.
The old man took off his headphones and asked, “Young man, did you catch the ghost?”