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“Uh, Miss Pamela,” Chen Zhao said. “Has he read some 80s or 90s horror novel? His brain isn’t normal?”

“He’s never been normal,” Pamela complained surprisingly.

“Kid, I’m gonna tear you apart!” Furious, Jerry lunged at Chen Zhao directly.

Chen Zhao’s right arm swelled and bit down on Jerry’s left side. Chen Zhao had an eerie smile on his face.

“Your body…tastes pretty…good.”

“Me? Tastes good?”

Crack!

The Mouth of Gluttony already bit off half of Jerry’s skeleton.

He lost balance and fell to the ground.

His bones were about to come loose.

“You… Why aren’t you affected by the plague curse?”

“Sorry, can you release some more?” Chen Zhao stood before Jerry with a gentle smile. “I didn’t have enough. It’s rare for me to eat such a delicious curse.”

Pamela was stunned. Was he eating the curses and Jerry like food?

What kind of person was he?

“Whatever, it seems like it can’t wait any longer.” Chen Zhao’s Mouth of Gluttony opened again, clamping down at Jerry.

The surrounding evil spirits had all cleared out. They obviously didn’t dare to appear before Chen Zhao anymore.

Jerry was already scary enough to them.

He ate the evil spirits as if they were food.

But this man was even scarier. He ate Jerry as if he was food.

This was the man who truly stood at the top of the food chain.

“Pamela, excuse me. Where are Laurent and Asand?”

“Inside. They were cursed with the plague and are in danger now.”

“Oh… Take me to them.”

When Chen Zhao entered the basement, he saw Laurent and Asand on the ground.

Their faces were green. Chen Zhao used the Mouth of Gluttony to inhale at them.

The green vapor floated out of the two. The Mouth of Gluttony sucked it all clean.

“Thank you,” Pamela said.

“No problem. Oh, can you tell me what exactly happened?”

Pamela recounted everything from the start. “Jerry, my husband, is a toxicologist. He was an idiot who wanted to strive for immortality. When I discovered his evil ways, I used magic to imprison him here and he starved to death. But the plague he released when he was about to die killed me and the hundreds of people in the neighborhood. I remained to guard him in case he woke up one day and continued his evil ways.”

“It’s solved, so I should go now.”

“Okay… Oh, Laurent actually isn’t bad.”

“I refuse to accept that. Goodbye, Pamela.”

Achoo!

“I forgot again. Such a glutton.”

…

“Should we attack?”

“Maybe we can kill him.”

“Maybe he already spent up his mana while fighting that skeleton and he’s hiding in the room to rest now.”

“Let’s break in and kill him.”

“I’ll count to three and we’ll break in. Three, two, one…”

The door suddenly opened. Chen Zhao walked out with Laurent and Asand in each hand.

His nose itched. The Mouth of Glutton itched even more.

A—choo!

Boom!

Pamela’s yard and the house across the street were flattened instantly.

A dozen evil spirits were ripped apart too.

“I feel much better after that sneeze.”

Chen Zhao’s Mouth of Glutton had gone back to normal. He touched his nose. It was more comfortable too.

Chen Zhao didn’t encounter more evil spirits along the way.

No one dared to come forward.

…

“Ah…ah!”

Laurent woke up with a start and saw that he was in his own bed.

“I’m back?” He touched his body. It was all normal.

He rushed downstairs and saw Chen Zhao sunbathing outside.

“Chen, you brought me back?”

“The police called me. Honestly, you two are so old and one is confined to a wheelchair. Can’t you two calm down? Running to the sea to drink… Were you tired of living and wanted to get buried in the sea?”

“You mean, Asand and I got drunk by the sea last night?”

“No sh*t. You can’t remember?”

“My brain is in a mess right now.”

Chen Zhao glanced at him. “You two weren’t quiet drunks. You kept screaming about seeing Pamela.”

Laurent’s head was muddled and his thoughts grew disorganized.

He didn’t know what was true and not.

“Want some? To sober up.”

Laurent took the medicine and sipped it. His mind indeed cleared up a bit.

But there were still many confusions that he couldn’t resolve.

Right then, Chen Zhao’s phone rang.

“Hi, West. What’s wrong?”

“President, we’re planning the strategy right now. Would you like to come over?”

“Fine.”

Chen Zhao glanced at Laurent. “I have to go out.”

When he arrived at the Supernatural Organization’s headquarters again, everyone arrived at the meeting room instantly.

This time, no one dared to be relaxed before him.

“Okay, who’ll explain how we’ll attack the evil spirits of Mapleville?”

Engelite stood up now. As the support and strategist person, he was the main planner this time.

“President, after researching and discussing, we realized that the evil spirit group is very powerful and large. With the numbers we have, we obviously can’t win if we go straight up against them. My plan is to set up a trap first. We’ll lure the evil spirits out and then deactivate the trap.”

“What about the specific procedures?”

“Jolag is the main guy. He’ll create magic bombs and flamethrowers. If they can meet our requirements, then this plan should be quite successful.”

“Jolag, do you have any problems?” Chen Zhao asked.

“Neither the bombs or flamethrowers are hard in theory or production. I just need enough resources.”

“No problem,” Worcester said. “I’ll provide Jolag with enough resources.”

“Then that’s that,” Chen Zhao said.

“President, there’s a problem,” West said.

“What?”

“Who’ll be the bait?”

Everyone lowered their heads. No one was willing to be the bait.

Anyone in their right mind knew how dangerous being the bait was.

“No volunteers? Then I’ll call someone out.” Chen Zhao glanced at them all.

“President, look at my old limbs. I can’t run quickly even if I want to,” Bir said. He needed a cane in everyday life.

“President, I…” Everyone started giving all sorts of excuses.

“Uh, Miss Pamela,” Chen Zhao said. “Has he read some 80s or 90s horror novel? His brain isn’t normal?”

“He’s never been normal,” Pamela complained surprisingly.

“Kid, I’m gonna tear you apart!” Furious, Jerry lunged at Chen Zhao directly.

Chen Zhao’s right arm swelled and bit down on Jerry’s left side. Chen Zhao had an eerie smile on his face.

“Your body…tastes pretty…good.”

“Me? Tastes good?”

Crack!

The Mouth of Gluttony already bit off half of Jerry’s skeleton.

He lost balance and fell to the ground.

His bones were about to come loose.

“You… Why aren’t you affected by the plague curse?”

“Sorry, can you release some more?” Chen Zhao stood before Jerry with a gentle smile. “I didn’t have enough. It’s rare for me to eat such a delicious curse.”

Pamela was stunned. Was he eating the curses and Jerry like food?

What kind of person was he?

“Whatever, it seems like it can’t wait any longer.” Chen Zhao’s Mouth of Gluttony opened again, clamping down at Jerry.

The surrounding evil spirits had all cleared out. They obviously didn’t dare to appear before Chen Zhao anymore.

Jerry was already scary enough to them.

He ate the evil spirits as if they were food.

But this man was even scarier. He ate Jerry as if he was food.

This was the man who truly stood at the top of the food chain.

“Pamela, excuse me. Where are Laurent and Asand?”

“Inside. They were cursed with the plague and are in danger now.”

“Oh… Take me to them.”

When Chen Zhao entered the basement, he saw Laurent and Asand on the ground.

Their faces were green. Chen Zhao used the Mouth of Gluttony to inhale at them.

The green vapor floated out of the two. The Mouth of Gluttony sucked it all clean.

“Thank you,” Pamela said.

“No problem. Oh, can you tell me what exactly happened?”

Pamela recounted everything from the start. “Jerry, my husband, is a toxicologist. He was an idiot who wanted to strive for immortality. When I discovered his evil ways, I used magic to imprison him here and he starved to death. But the plague he released when he was about to die killed me and the hundreds of people in the neighborhood. I remained to guard him in case he woke up one day and continued his evil ways.”

“It’s solved, so I should go now.”

“Okay… Oh, Laurent actually isn’t bad.”

“I refuse to accept that. Goodbye, Pamela.”

Achoo!

“I forgot again. Such a glutton.”

…

“Should we attack?”

“Maybe we can kill him.”

“Maybe he already spent up his mana while fighting that skeleton and he’s hiding in the room to rest now.”

“Let’s break in and kill him.”

“I’ll count to three and we’ll break in. Three, two, one…”

The door suddenly opened. Chen Zhao walked out with Laurent and Asand in each hand.

His nose itched. The Mouth of Glutton itched even more.

A—choo!

Boom!

Pamela’s yard and the house across the street were flattened instantly.

A dozen evil spirits were ripped apart too.

“I feel much better after that sneeze.”

Chen Zhao’s Mouth of Glutton had gone back to normal. He touched his nose. It was more comfortable too.

Chen Zhao didn’t encounter more evil spirits along the way.

No one dared to come forward.

…

“Ah…ah!”

Laurent woke up with a start and saw that he was in his own bed.

“I’m back?” He touched his body. It was all normal.

He rushed downstairs and saw Chen Zhao sunbathing outside.

“Chen, you brought me back?”

“The police called me. Honestly, you two are so old and one is confined to a wheelchair. Can’t you two calm down? Running to the sea to drink… Were you tired of living and wanted to get buried in the sea?”

“You mean, Asand and I got drunk by the sea last night?”

“No sh*t. You can’t remember?”

“My brain is in a mess right now.”

Chen Zhao glanced at him. “You two weren’t quiet drunks. You kept screaming about seeing Pamela.”

Laurent’s head was muddled and his thoughts grew disorganized.

He didn’t know what was true and not.

“Want some? To sober up.”

Laurent took the medicine and sipped it. His mind indeed cleared up a bit.

But there were still many confusions that he couldn’t resolve.

Right then, Chen Zhao’s phone rang.

“Hi, West. What’s wrong?”

“President, we’re planning the strategy right now. Would you like to come over?”

“Fine.”

Chen Zhao glanced at Laurent. “I have to go out.”

When he arrived at the Supernatural Organization’s headquarters again, everyone arrived at the meeting room instantly.

This time, no one dared to be relaxed before him.

“Okay, who’ll explain how we’ll attack the evil spirits of Mapleville?”

Engelite stood up now. As the support and strategist person, he was the main planner this time.

“President, after researching and discussing, we realized that the evil spirit group is very powerful and large. With the numbers we have, we obviously can’t win if we go straight up against them. My plan is to set up a trap first. We’ll lure the evil spirits out and then deactivate the trap.”

“What about the specific procedures?”

“Jolag is the main guy. He’ll create magic bombs and flamethrowers. If they can meet our requirements, then this plan should be quite successful.”

“Jolag, do you have any problems?” Chen Zhao asked.

“Neither the bombs or flamethrowers are hard in theory or production. I just need enough resources.”

“No problem,” Worcester said. “I’ll provide Jolag with enough resources.”

“Then that’s that,” Chen Zhao said.

“President, there’s a problem,” West said.

“What?”

“Who’ll be the bait?”

Everyone lowered their heads. No one was willing to be the bait.

Anyone in their right mind knew how dangerous being the bait was.

“No volunteers? Then I’ll call someone out.” Chen Zhao glanced at them all.

“President, look at my old limbs. I can’t run quickly even if I want to,” Bir said. He needed a cane in everyday life.

“President, I…” Everyone started giving all sorts of excuses.