Under the gaze of that terrifying evil spirit, Randolph felt an uncontrollable urge to turn and run.
He couldn't help it. His childhood trauma ran far too deep.
He had once believed he had a happy, wonderful family. The family was harmonious, and compared to his peers, he had been born into far better circumstances. He had never known any troubles.
The only flaw was that family members always died young, but such accidents were unavoidable.
That was until one day, when he resisted the invisible pull of the basement and the family cemetery and suddenly discovered that everything stemmed from evil—that they were nothing more than sacrifices. In that instant, his beliefs collapsed.
No matter how privileged one's life was, no one could accept being nothing more than livestock raised in captivity.
"From today onward, I will be the head of the Morik Family. What do you think?" Wu Heng asked, looking at Randolph.
"No problem. I absolutely support it. I support it with both hands raised." Randolph immediately nodded without hesitation, his head bobbing like a pounding pestle.
What a joke. Who would dare object under the current circumstances?
That terrifying evil spirit could probably turn him into a pile of mush with a single tentacle strike.
No one would think that those metallic tentacles, as thick as an adult's thigh and seemingly formed from countless iron chains, were merely for show.
"I'll discuss this with the family and those people. I guarantee that no one will dare object."
"I support it too." Hannah's soul form beside them nodded softly as well.
In her eyes, at least the family would be able to develop healthily from now on. At the very least, no one would have to sacrifice themselves or be sealed inside lead boxes anymore. During all