Lilly…

No, please… I beg you, don’t!

Josh stuck out his tongue, his eyes rolling back for a moment.

Damn it…

In a fit of anger, he reached out and pulled out a ritual blade.

He wildly stabbed at bootlicker, hitting him right in the waist.

Bootlicker furious, “I’ll strangle your throat!”

Josh replied, “I’ll gut your waist!”

They wrestled together, a chaotic tangle of limbs, chasing and escaping, waist for the waist.

Josh had made the ritual blade himself. Originally, he had intended to make a ritual sword, but it was too long to fit in his backpack.

So he improvised, making it shorter, and it became a ritual blade.

With a direct stab, he managed to seize the bootlicker’s waist.

He was stunned: “Do ghosts even have waists?”

Aren’t ghosts just a mass of bad aura? A floating specter? How could they have waists?

Bootlicker: “My waist… Give me back my waist!”

Josh: “Release my throat… Let go!”

Lilly remained silent.

Even she was shocked.

Who would have thought that Josh would conquer

understanding why Pablo always had a twitching corner of his

ghosts who had quietly peeked out to

shocked, “This… It’s seizing

you’re talking nonsense! A man’s lifeblood

spirit curious,

spirit gave them each a punch, “Shut

face full of exasperation, said, “I can’t

puzzled: “What colors? I don’t understand. What

Unlucky ghost fell silent.

dust. Amidst the haze, only glimpses of Josh’s occasional face and bootlicker’s protruding waist could

you submit!” Josh grinned, gripping the

was furious,

dare to say he

waist was in the opponent’s

a man be

that the kid was

his hand. It had just flickered briefly and then mysteriously went dim. Bootlicker had no idea that Lilly had suppressed the

kid had way too many quirks. Talismans were stuffed in

standing tall and firm,

submit, I submit! Can I call you ‘bro’?” Bootlicker looked

return the waist

jar of souls or a Hell Ruler Palace, but he did have a snakeskin bag, a

layers, and the middle layer was filled

and the bootlicker could forget about

Bootlicker fell silent.

kid… was

the ground: “I’m not fighting

me your name, where you’re

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