Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur frowned as he said, “He has the ability to gain immense spirit energy and physical strength by absorbing the lives of other humans, almost in the form of sacrifice. That’s pretty similar to some cults‘ cultivation methods.”

Elsa did not say anything. That was something beyond what she knew, nor had she heard of such things.

She turned to look at Ryder, expecting him to say something instead.

Yet Ryder swayed before keeling over and passing out on the ground.

Els cried out, “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine. He’s just exhausted from overusing his spirit energy. However, his left arm is in a pretty bad state and needs tending to,” Wilbur said with a frown.

Elsa whipped out her walkie–talkie, calling for the helicopter at once,

no time, and Wilbur hauled Ryder onto the

Ryder and the man’s corpse were placed in the special forces department. Wilbur returned to Sealake

Faye explaining to her what happened and that he was going

the couch smoking

Faron finally opened his eyes for

I did it! I can meditate

good! Congratulations, Mister Campbell,” Wilbur said with a

eyes were shining then, his spirits high. He Inched closer to Wilbur with a smug smile. “Bro, you’re pretty much my master now. Don’t you think we should change what we call each other?”

to turn Faron down.

Either way, you’re my brother, and thank you for

his cigarette. “We’ve got all the time in the world to drink You should go home since you haven’t

Wilbur had a point. He had, indeed,

home for a bit. I promise we’ll