The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 249 Screaming

With seven dragon spirits inside him, Daniel could see everything in the world, including the malevolent spirits in the room. Shaking the door was a young boy-looking spirit, dressed in a red suit with a Mohawk hairstyle. Spirits like this little boy could only frighten people—they remain invisible when they choose, but they can also manifest before ordinary mortals when they wish to be seen.

Shitstrong walked up to the door, braced it with his hand to stop the shaking, and said with a hint of triumph, "Where are the evil spirits? Scum, you said there were malevolent spirits here, didn’t you? Where are they? How come I don’t see anything?"

While Shitstrong spoke, the small boy had already jumped onto his neck, wrapping his blood- stained hands around Shitstrong’s head as if hugging a large ball.

"Shitstrong, do you feel anything on your neck?"

"What could be on my neck? I don't feel anything!"

Though Shitstrong was starting to feel a soreness in his neck, he absolutely refused to believe it had anything to do with a bizarre presence. If something were truly on his neck, he was convinced he'd be able to see it. He wasn't blind, after all.

Suddenly.

"Giggling..."

Laughter from the little boy echoed down from above Shitstrong’s head, terrifying him to the point where his legs went weak, and his whole body shivered. Tentatively, he tried to lift his head, only to find that it felt as if a pair of hands were holding it down, making it impossible to move his neck.

What was happening? Was it because he hadn't slept well the night before?

"Shitstrong, do you need my help?" asked Daniel.

"Help with what?"

neck. If I don't do something, he'll stay there. Who knows? He might even decide to

speaking, Shitstrong felt a chilling sensation on his neck.

"Giggling..."

his head to

screamed at the top of

"Giggling..."

laughed again, this time seeing Daniel leave the room and then swiftly jumping off Shitstrong’s neck and running

experienced a lingering coldness. After all, the little boy had peed on him,

from that point forward Shitstrong would encounter malevolent spirits every night. Every night he would wet the bed. While those spirits couldn't kill Shitstrong outright, he couldn't endure their presence over the

would experience nightly nightmares; no matter how robust his body was,

saw that little boy, right? Now you should believe that what I've been saying is true, shouldn't

Chapter 249 Screaming

in the world, including the malevolent spirits in the room. Shaking the door was a young boy-looking spirit, dressed in a red suit with a Mohawk hairstyle. Spirits like this little

to the door, braced it with his hand to stop the shaking, and said with a hint of triumph, "Where are the evil spirits? Scum, you said there were malevolent spirits here, didn’t

his neck, wrapping his blood- stained hands around Shitstrong’s head as if hugging a large

you feel anything on your

my neck? I don't

it had anything to do with a bizarre presence. If something were truly on his neck, he was convinced he'd be able to see it. He wasn't

Suddenly.

"Giggling..."

boy echoed down from above Shitstrong’s head, terrifying him to the point where his legs went weak, and his whole body shivered. Tentatively, he tried

because he hadn't slept

do you need