The Higher Evil Spirit stood frozen, staring at the remnants of the corpses as they turned into white light and vanished, its brow deeply furrowed.
Something felt wrong.
But it could not put its finger on what.
Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Turning to look at Lor and J. Perelman, who were still in a daze, the Higher Evil Spirit instinctively swallowed the question it had been about to ask.
And just then-
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure emerged from the shadows.
Qin Ran stepped out.
Without saying a word, Qin Ran swept his gaze over the site of the explosion and nodded thoughtfully.
"So that was it."
Qin Ran murmured to himself.
"Boss, what happened?"
The Higher Evil Spirit approached and asked.
"He was probably a curse caster."
Qin Ran explained.
"So he was casting a curse just now?"
The Higher Evil Spirit exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes."
"But there's nothing to worry about. Just a few little tricks."
"I'll remove it for you."
Qin Ran nodded.
"Then when do we start?"
The Higher Evil Spirit asked eagerly.
"Right now."
"Afterward, I'll give you some time off. Thank you for all your hard work lately."
Qin Ran walked up to the Higher Evil Spirit and spoke with a smile.
"Thank you so much."
The Higher Evil Spirit trembled with emotion, then bowed slightly to Qin Ran.
Qin Ran raised a hand toward the Higher Evil Spirit's shoulder.
Squelch!
But before Qin Ran's hand could touch the Higher Evil Spirit, its palm pierced his body. Then... laughter erupted, no longer held back.
"Are you here to crack jokes?"
"That's right!"
"You must be here to crack jokes!"
"My boss isn't anything like you... you impostor!"
The Higher Evil Spirit twisted its hand, widening the wound in the impostor's abdomen