My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 117

He shoved Stellar with all his might. “Colonel Orwell, wake up…”

However, Stellar did not wake up despite how hard Henderson shoved him. Thus, Henderson began pinching his mouth.

Stellar finally regained consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a ghost’s hideous face floating above his face.

“F*ck off…”

Stellar threw a punch at it.

However, his fist could not make contact with the black mist.

Stellar’s eyes widened as he sat up on the couch.

When he turned to look around the mansion, he nearly fainted again when he saw the countless ghostly faces floating around the space.

Henderson’s voice trembled, “Colonel Orwell, Nash wants to speak to you!”

Stellar finally turned to look at Nash, and his heart began racing when he saw the thirty-six offering bowls and the warden floating mid-air.

Nash said, “Stellar, add more corpse oil into the offering bowls…”

Several of the offering bowls had already run out of corpse oil.

“Where… where is the corpse oil?” Stellar hurriedly asked.

white-colored flask on the coffee table!” Brian replied from his

immediately got up and

faces shrouded in black

yelled, “Don’t be scared… These ghostly faces cannot hurt you. Put on

into battle…”

Stellar gulped.

could not stop trembling.

spells to stop me from saving the warden… Do

forever?”

jerked his

flame ignited itself

battle emanated

aura that most people would not be

of countless days

a stop about half

be terrified of

the formation and made

corpse oil into the offering bowls that were running low.

corpse oil, the flames became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger once again appeared to confront the ghostly

by Nash’s side.

with corpse oil

clock soon struck six in

sounds could still be heard from the outside.

out of the window, where he saw flashes of fire and thunder.

to her office building’s entrance

an umbrella with her and thus had no choice but to hold her briefcase over her head.