Playing the Grand Bishop in the Palm of His Hand, Spirit Chart Complete, Spear Shadows Emerge

In just twenty minutes,

Blood Skull Grand Bishop Johnson's emotions had been like riding a roller coaster, experiencing several dramatic ups and downs in succession.

Earlier, the words "Little Golden Hair" had inexplicably echoed in his mind, terrifying him out of his wits.

Later, he had gouged out his own eyes as a sacrifice to the Voodoo Overlord, only to be ruthlessly toyed with, making him think for a time that he was doomed.

However.

The ways of the world were always impossible to predict.

The gods of the Myriad Radiance People had never appeared! As if this had truly all been a joke.

Johnson decisively fled his original hiding place and moved to another Cunning Rabbit Den.

Driven by the vicious thought of "If I die, I'll drag a whole bunch of bastards down with me," he had deliberately hidden within the city.

At this moment.

The Grand Bishop held the damaged Bone Staff. Within the skull's eye sockets at its tip, a pair of eyelidless eyeballs had actually grown.

The sight was extraordinarily horrifying.

This was undoubtedly the substitute method Johnson had employed after gouging out his own eyes.

Thud! Thud!

A knocking sound that seemed both illusory and real suddenly came from within the Bone Staff.

Johnson's entire body shuddered involuntarily. He looked like a startled bird at the mere twang of a bowstring. "Has someone come looking for me?"

Without a second thought, he waved the Bone Staff. A strand of black light shot from the skull's mouth and struck a basin of clear water before him.

The next instant.

The clear water instantly turned into ink.

Ripples spread across the ink's surface, then an image emerged: a three-story building.

A burly man dressed as a repairman stood at the entrance, shouting loudly, "Here to fix