Harvey York’s Rise to Power

“Let me tell you something, Harvey! Even if you go easy on me, I won’t do the same for you!”

“Your tricks won’t work on me!”

Waylon waved his hand and walked to the table, ready to make a talisman for his curse removal.

“Is that so? I’d like to see if your curse would work first, or if my fake kindness will get to you before that.”

The evil energy had surrounded Harvey completely, but he didn’t seem affected by it at all.

“Did you go easy on this b*stard, Master?”

the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

“Even if he isn’t dead, he should be suffering by now!”

“How is he still standing?”

The man glanced at Waylon’s voodoo doll, then approached it.

As soon as he touched the doll, he immediately fell to the ground and shivered.

White foam leaked out of his mouth, and he wailed in immense pain.

but he was already in a

was enough to prove just

“Senior! Senior!”

screamed and hurried towards him. They melted their personal talismans and fed it all to him; only then did he

disciple. He had no time to take care of others when he was

minutes soon passed. Waylon burned the talisman he drew up inside a bowl, then added water

was hurting. It became harder for him to breathe as

at Harvey with

know you’re

see how

drink this, I’ll be completely

just wait

the water in the

and he

if he was about

The crowd was shocked.

to be completely fine even

just

of blood.