That very night, Mr. Quaker was in a sour mood and gorged himself on food and alcohol with friends before heading home.

He was just strolling down a lane when someone leapt off the wall, smiling and waving at him.

"Are you crazy?" Mr. Quaker snapped at him, and strode past him.

"Wait! Let me show you my magic trick!"

The man cut him off, hiding his face with his hands while asking, "Guess what?"

"Fuck off!" Mr. Quaker ignored him and tried to walk past him again when that man lowered his palms.

Mr. Quaker flinched and immediately sobered up, dropping on his rear as he was left stunned.

After all, the man's face was suddenly rotting away when he removed his hands. Maggots were crawling out of his cheeks, while his left eyeball dropped out, landing just in front of Mr. Quaker!

However, the man suddenly disappeared.

I must be drunk! I was just imagining it...

seeing things and started to forget, the

"You're so slow!"

Mr. Quaker looked down

Mr. Quaker bolted, only

in the apartment,

Jada, and the others were just stepping out

attempt failed and Frank wiped out their

therefore instructed Jada to keep both eyes open, so that the enemy

ran headlong into another man but quickly

grabbed Frank's wrists as he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Frankton!

we know

course!" the man

if he should laugh or cry-it was none other than

a family of traditional medicine practitioners while being ignorant of his family's tradition, Mr. Quaker had a

Stubble grew all over his face, and his clothes were a mess, giving him the appearance of a lunatic Frank turned toward Jada, who was smiling

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