NovelEnglishChapter 117
He shoved Stellar with all his might. “Colonel Orwell, wake up…”
However, Stellar did not wake up despite how hard Henderson shoved him. Thus, Henderson began
pinching his mouth.
Stellar 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…”
Stellar threw a punch at it.
However, his fist could not make contact with the black mist.
Stellar’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!”
Stellar finally turned to look at Nash, and his heart began racing when he saw the thirty-six offering
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbowls and the warden floating mid-air.
Nash said, “Stellar, 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?” Stellar hurriedly asked.
“In the white-colored flask on the coffee table!” Brian replied from his hiding place behind the couch.
Stellar immediately got up and grabbed the flask.
Just then, three ghostly faces shrouded in black mist raced toward Stellar.
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…”
Stellar 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?”
Stellar jerked his body.
A flame 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 Stellar.
They seemed to be terrified of the murderous aura.
Stellar ducked under the formation and made his way toward the offering bowls.
He added more corpse oil into the offering bowls that were running low.
Following replenishment of the corpse oil, the flames became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger
once again appeared to confront the ghostly faces.
Stellar 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.
Stellar turned to look out of the window, where he saw flashes of fire and thunder.
Hera headed to her office building’s entrance after getting off work
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had not brought an umbrella 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 umbrella.
“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 umbrella 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 black-colored umbrella 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?”
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