“Oh my god, Julien, you scared me by smashing the wall like that! You know I’m too old—something of that nature could cause me a heart attack. Stop being a bad boy and let your uncle leave long.” Julien exclaimed, clutching his chest while breathing heavily. It was clear that he was faking it. He didn't feel any fear within him, he was just trying to make Julien look so frustrated and helpless. “Why are you making me feel like I’m a bad uncle? I’m trying to slow you care like the father I am, and here you are acting harsh toward me like I'm doing the wrong thing. Oh, God, what the hell!” Muzan suddenly burst into rage, his hands relaxed on his waist as he stared. “I said leave here, now!” Julien rose swiftly from his bed, ignoring the pain he was feeling, and just then….Crack.He felt his bone shift.“Ahhh!” Julien gritted his teeth, then sank back into his bed. Pain surging into him uncontradicted. “Oh, goodness, do you want to cause more harm to your fragile body? Don’t be fooli

“What in the bloody hell,” Henry muttered in disbelief. If he hadn’t moved that fast from the point of projection, the blade would have pierced straight into his skull, and that alone had got him super annoyed, his face burned in anger. Henry, who is still at rage, stared back into the bar. To his greatest annoyance, he saw Thomas sneering at him, looking more deliberate and intentional. In his hand, he held a dagger dangling from his fingers, ready to hurl it again.Thomas was superbly drunk and using the doorway to test his aim—throwing daggers as if the door were a target.“Hey, close the goddamn door or your head’ll be the target. If you don't want to die, then stand there and keep watching. I will be delighted to use you as my aim practice board,” Thomas slurred, the dagger still dangling in his fingers and his eyelids weighing down. He didn’t even know who stood at the door entrance. Due to how drunk he had gotten.“That bastard—can’t he go a day without getting himself drunk

The woman was beautiful — extremely gorgeous. The very first time Henry saw her, he felt her beauty strike something deep within him., something he can't even explain. “She's extremely beautiful wow..” Henry thought inwardly, his jaw almost dropping down..“Hey, why are you staring at me like you’ve seen a ghost or something? Are you sure you’re looking for Lyfan?” Lyfan asked, her brow raised, while her other hands relaxed on the sofa. Henry shifted his gaze to Thomas, who was leaning beside the door, trying to avoid being seen by Lyfan.“But you told me Lyfan was a man,” Henry pressed, poking his fingers at Thomas' shoulders.“When did I say that? I never mentioned that Lyfan is a man — she’s a woman,” Thomas replied, smiling nervously, though his voice was low. “Damn you… You've been making fun of me since before now, I know you did this on purpose just to make me look like a fool, if I had known that Lyfan was a woman I wouldn't have knocked on this door, I would have let you d

Henry sighed, then sat on the couch. Even with the piercing needles poking at him, he chose to ignore the pain and remain seated.“So, what exactly is your reason for coming here?” Lyfan asked, smoke curling from her mouth.“As I said before, we’re here to get the blade Thomas gave you. It’s very important, we need it for a mission we have to execute, without it that mission can't be completed; it will end up being a total failure.”“What mission? Go straight to the point and speak, stop keeping me hanging, I hate that,” Lyfan pressed.“It’s something private. You shouldn’t know, sorry about that. All you need to do now is hand over the blade and we walk away,” Henry replied bluntly.“So, you want me to hand over something valuable, yet you won’t give me the proper words to convince me to do that? If you don’t say something more… soothing, more fitting to my hearing, then I won’t give you the weapon,” Lyfan insisted.Henry let out another sigh. “Fine, if that's all that's required for

“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing? Or have you made a mistake? Have you forgotten how to use the blade and track the dark energy from the possessed vessel?” Henry asked, breathing hard.Though Thomas remained unshaken, he was focused, still holding the blade, shifting it slightly to the right and left as if waiting for a sign.And just as Thomas was beginning to grow impatient, the blade suddenly glowed red.“Yes,” Thomas muttered in excitement.The way the blade tracker worked was simple: the closer it got to the possessed victim, the more intensely it glowed.Thomas followed the signal and headed straight toward the direction the blade had led him. But instead of finding something unusual, he saw a man staggering home.“Could he be one of the possessed humans?” Henry, who was standing behind Thomas, asked.“We have only one way to figure it out,” Thomas replied, stepping forward to approach the man.He tapped the man on the shoulder, then turned him around. As soon as the ma