Chapter 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 bowls 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.

flask on the coffee table!” Brian replied from his hiding

up and grabbed the

shrouded in black mist raced toward Stellar.

Put on the majestic air you

into battle…”

Stellar gulped.

could not

“Someone’s secretly casting spells to stop me from saving the

forever?”

jerked his

flame ignited itself within his gaze.

to battle emanated from

not be able to detect also

of countless days spent on the battlefield.

a stop about half a foot away from

seemed to be terrified of

made his way toward

oil into the offering bowls that were running

of the corpse oil, the flames became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger once again appeared to confront the ghostly faces.

stayed by Nash’s side.

refilled the offering bowls with corpse oil whenever any was going to

soon struck six in the evening.

sounds could still be

window, where he saw flashes of fire and thunder.

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