Behind them.
Blazing tongues of fire devoured everything, surging wildly toward them.
The hideous, shrieking Vengeful Ghost hovered amid the flames, as though she would swallow everything here in the very next moment.
The Pighead Butcher said flatly, "Fine. Drink this bowl of soup, and I'll make the trade."
Without any hesitation.
Lynn calmly took the bowl and drained it in one gulp.
A rich aroma rolled through his mouth, and system notifications immediately sounded in his ears.
[Ding! You have acquired knowledge: Mechanical Modification] [Ding! You have acquired a curse: Weeping Clown]
At that moment.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lynn swiftly reached out and snatched the heart from the pot. Gritting his teeth, he used his tentacles to catapult himself through the entrance leading to the Cold Storage.
Behind him, the flames came rolling in.
The Evil Spirit's howls surged toward him.
He heard the Pighead Butcher's flat voice.
"You need a Heart of Extreme Evil to trade with me. I'll come find you in half an hour. If you break our agreement, you'll give me your own heart instead."
Almost the instant those words were spoken, the butcher vanished into thin air.
No one knew exactly why the butcher had come.
Nor did anyone know who the butcher really was.
But Lynn could no longer worry about any of that.
The Evil Spirit pursued him relentlessly.
Lynn charged into the Cold Storage, then immediately thrust his fingers deep into his mouth, forcing himself to vomit up all the soup he had just drunk.
But even after he vomited it up.
The effects of the knowledge and the curse remained with him.
But he knew this was no time to worry about them!
He gritted his teeth, not daring to stop.
He quickly stood, slammed the door