Clones!
The moment he saw the three bodyguards who had been protecting him turn into corpses without his noticing, Daman Lopez grew even more terrified. He let out a pig-slaughtering scream and tried to flee, but the three bodyguards had been standing around him to protect him. How could he possibly escape now?
Several rotten arms grabbed him at once, leaving him completely unable to move. The overpowering stench of corpses hit him in the face, nearly suffocating Daman. And the other three bodyguards ahead, who had already become corpses, snarled as they approached and reached out their bluish-purple, festering hands toward him!
"Ahhhhhh!" Daman Lopez's scream abruptly cut off. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Splash! A bottle of icy wine was poured over Daman, waking him up. His fat head shook as he opened his eyes, instinctively opening his mouth to scream—but a foul, rotten hand immediately covered it!
With a shake of his head, Daman accidentally tore off a piece of skin from that hand. He immediately vomited violently.
"I think you'd better keep quiet. Although your mansion has excellent soundproofing, if you keep squealing like a slaughtered pig, it'll put me in a bad mood." A calm voice came from ahead.
Daman shuddered and looked up.
He saw that he had been moved into the bedroom. Sitting on his favorite large bed was a figure dressed in a black robe! The two beauties he had favored most earlier were now posing seductively on either side of the bed, except...
They had also become corpses that looked as though they had been dead for several days!
Daman immediately wanted to scream again, but when he saw his six bodyguards, now all corpses, standing on either side of him, he could only force the sound back down.