Little did the bootlicker know that his unintentional flattery had struck a nerve.

“He served two women simultaneously—one in power and the other the wife of a prominent figure on the rich list.”

“He knew that both women’s husbands were inadequate and that they had been neglected, so he took advantage of the opportunity to please them.”

The one in power could provide him with protection for his dubious business practices, while the wealthy one could offer him investments, allowing his business to flourish.

Everyone in their circle knew about his “betrayal,” and how he relied on women instead of relying on his abilities. It was always his biggest concern.

Not to mention, both women were far from attractive. They were middle-aged, with beer bellies bigger than most men’s and thighs so thick they had extra fat bulging out.

“He tried to please both sides, relying entirely on medications to maintain his performance.”

That’s why those two flattering remarks struck a nerve, inadvertently hitting him where it hurt the most.

“He twisted my words and claimed that I was so skilled in socializing and had such extensive connections that I must have known about his affair with the two women all along. And he even sneered about his declining virility.”

Poor bootlicker, wrongly accused; he genuinely had no idea!

But the boss didn’t give him a chance to speak, and he cut his waist, leaving him for dead.

“That’s how I died!” the bootlicker exclaimed. “After my waist was cut, I didn’t die immediately. It was the infection that followed that ended my life.”

Fearing that he would report the incident, the boss locked him up in a room, guarded and prevented him from leaving.

It was in that confinement that he contracted an infection and died from septicemia.

“After death, all I wanted was to reclaim my ‘waist.’ You know, they say if a corpse is not intact, it can’t be reincarnated.”

Reclaiming my ‘waist’ was about retrieving my soul, not getting my physical waist back.

To put it simply, I needed to find my soul in its entirety.

“But little did I know, my ‘waist’ was clenched in the jaws of a black dog,” the bootlicker said. “A vicious dog, extremely skilled at hunting down spirits.”

To reclaim his ‘waist,’ he spent over ten years battling with the black dog until it finally died and he truly regained his ‘waist.’

And that’s how he became a malignant spirit.

Josh was speechless. “No wonder…”

wonder hitting his waist had such an

realized he had unintentionally struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He truly

under my control, will you follow Lilly or choose to dissipate

bootlicker looked at Josh in despair, then

want to follow these

hadn’t even sought revenge on his boss

hurt, and he was determined

to become stronger, strong enough to touch physical objects and dig up his

an

blade, threatening the bootlicker’s soul

The bootlicker fell silent.

no choice but to lower his head and

sake of one ‘waist,’ becoming a malignant spirit, there was no way he would easily give up

head. “Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not

Lilly’s disdain spell, paused

malignant spirits around this

child who had willingly earned the loyalty of ghost

had on

knew something was off. So, it was here…” the

hand and casually flicked

retracted the disdain spell that had been suppressing

merely a formidable child. She was

was the Ruler of

raced, and in a flash, he hugged Lilly’s

bootlicker’s face. “I am willing to follow you, serving you faithfully, willing to lay down

there was something extraordinary about you the moment I laid eyes on

of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the

Ruler of Hell, emanating from

and the ghosts fell into

Only Hell Ruler Palace emits gas. Do

the Hell Ruler Palace in

Hell says no flattery, then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become

and Josh

hand and

now only Peter’s mother

need to pay her any attention. Daddy would handle

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