"As long as you let me take one bite, we can play once and relive the warmth in our memories! I can restore these bodies to how lively they used to be. What do you say? Consider this deal, Ash."
"Ash, you've already played with your girlfriend. What's so fresh about that? How about trying a friend's girlfriend instead? Think about me—let me take a bite too, and tonight I can keep you company with Sherry."
Sherry, standing nearby, swayed her head as well and gave her chest a shake.
Staring at the rotten things on her chest, Ash had no doubt that if she shook any harder, those two lumps might fall right off and splatter into a pile of flesh on the ground.
Seeing his friends become like this hurt Ash deeply as well.
But he knew that since it was fake, this outcome would come sooner or later.
So he forced down the indescribable pain in his heart and gave the four evil spirits a slight nod.
"Sure. I really miss my girlfriend. Come on, I'll let you take a bite. How about my left arm?"
"What about me? What about me?" Scott asked urgently from the side.
"It's fine. Come on, all of you. For the sake of our friendship."
"Sure, sure! Even if you told me to bite you there, I'd do it!"
Sherry, Cheryl, Scott, and Irene—the four who had become evil spirits—shambled excitedly toward Ash.
Green slime dripped uncontrollably from their mouths onto the ground, hissing as it corroded the surface.
The instant Linda was the first to sink her filthy yellow fangs into Ash's arm, Ash murmured, "I'm sorry, Linda."
The arm he had extended so limply suddenly erupted with demonic power.
Bang! His arm swung violently.
Linda's head was smashed off.