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.

flask on the coffee table!” Brian replied from his hiding place

immediately got up and grabbed

ghostly faces shrouded in black

you. Put on the majestic air you have when

into battle…”

Stellar gulped.

legs could not

“Someone’s secretly casting spells to stop me from saving the warden… Do you want

forever?”

jerked his

itself within his gaze.

intent to battle emanated from his body.

people would not be able to detect also emanated

of countless days spent on the battlefield.

ghostly faces came to a stop about half

seemed to be terrified of

the formation and made his

oil into the offering bowls that were running

oil, the flames became even stronger, and imagery of the tiger once

stayed by Nash’s

bowls with corpse oil

six in the

still be heard

window, where he saw flashes of fire and thunder.

her office building’s entrance

had no choice but to hold her briefcase over her head.