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.

table!” Brian

immediately got up and

in black mist raced toward

yelled, “Don’t be scared… These ghostly faces cannot hurt you. Put on the majestic air you

into battle…”

Stellar gulped.

legs could not

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

forever?”

his body.

ignited itself within his

battle emanated

people would not be

of countless days spent on

ghostly faces came to a stop about half a foot away from

to be terrified of

made his way toward the offering bowls.

oil into the offering bowls that

oil, the flames became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger

stayed by

offering bowls with corpse oil whenever any was going to run out.

six in the

could still be heard

where he saw flashes

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