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My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1143
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Chapter 1143

Seymour thought, ‘My father will be saved today!”

Nash did not hold back. He just smiled and said, “Takein to see your father!”

“Master Nash, please cin...”

Seymour quickly gestured to him to cin.

He then asked his wife to make tea.

In the luxurious living room, Seymour politely invited Nash to sit down. “Master Nash, please take a seat first. I'll

go upstairs to get my

father!”

Nash sat on the couch. He glanced at Lazarus and the others who were standing and burst out laughing. He said,

“We're all about the sage. Don’t think ofas your senior. Just sit wherever you like!

Stefano and the others looked at each other before they dared to sit

on the couch.

About five minutes later, Seymour cdown carrying an old man.

He was tied up.

The old man kept swinging his legs while whimpering.

Seymour seated the old man on the couch, looked at Nash, and said, ” Master Nash, please take a look. If | undo

the ropes around him, my dad would jump around again!”

Nash got up and walked to the couch. He saw that the old man’s gaze was empty. There was a patch of gray in

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the middle of his forehead.

This patch of gray contained a rich soul energy.

Nash looked surprised. He then opened his Third Eye to scan the old

man’s body.

After a moment, Nash frowned and said, “How strange. When most people go to places like tombs, they'd lose

part of their soul, but your

father has an extra soul!”

People would usually have three souls and seven spirits, but the old

man now had three souls and eight spirits.

Seymour's eyes widened as he croaked, “Is the legend true?”

Nash asked, “What legend?”

Seymour smiled bitterly. “Powerful ancient cultivators can cultivate their souls to seize a body, and warlocks with

advanced skills can

seize a soul!”

Winston asked in confusion, “You mean Grandpa Wood is possessed?

As he said that, he subconsciously rubbed the goosebumps on his

arms.

Lazarus shook his head and explained, “Seizing the body and

possession are two different things. Body seizing means, the soul of the host will be replaced. Possession by

spirits and ghosts is just a body that is compatible with another soul and is used temporarily by

that soul!”

After Nash thought for a while, he said, “This doesn’t seem like body seizing, and it’s very unrealistic to seize a

body with just one soul. | suspect that the old man wants to refine this soul to enhance his own strength!”

Suddenly, Nash's pupils shrank. “There really is a great warlock in the

tomb!”

He stood up and said to Seymour, “Watch over the old man at hfirst. I'll go to the Hex Bend Trench!”

Seymour nodded, looked at Lazarus, and said, “Lazarus, take Master Nash to the trench. Your grandfather is

becoming restless. You must

follow Master Nash closely!”

“Alright!”

Lazarus stood up and followed Nash outside.

He was excited and terrified.

Nash mentioned that there might be a great warlock in the tomb.

This meant the extra spirit in Grandpa’s body most likely cfrom a

great warlock.

Lazarus thought, ‘Grandpa is thinking of using the spirit of the great

warlock to enhance his own strength. Could | also use this method for my own breakthrough?’

From Faircloud Village to Hex Bend Trench, one had to climb

everal

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mountains.

Fortunately, these two villages were directly under Xanthalos’ jurisdiction.

As early as ten years ago, nine people had escaped poverty and

becrich.

Thus, roads were built between the mountains.

At this time, the ancient tomb site of Hex Bend Trench had been sealed off by the Inspection Department.

Apart from staff and inspectors, other personnel were not allowed to approach.

There were drones hovering in the sky, but the villagers taking photos

and videos from afar were reprimanded.

Serious cases would also result in fines.

In a huge tent, more than a dozen archaeologists were gathered around as they whispered.

Everett Holmes, the oldest among them, lifted his wrist and glance at the time. “It'll be noon soon. Isnt Father

Curtis here yet?”

Manny Brimsley, who was in charge of sealing off the scene, smoked a cigarette. He exhaled a puff of smoke and

said, “Professor Holmes, lettake smen down to have a look. | don’t believe there's

anything dirty!”

This archaeological team had ultra-special privileges. Without their permission, even the inspection team could

not enter the tomb.

Everett glanced at Manny expressionlessly. “Why don’t you explain to