Chen Che leaned against the headboard, his hands behind his head, eyes closed, with an expression of some discomfort, as if contemplating something.
An Nishang disappeared without a trace for some unknown reason.
After a few minutes, Chen Che seemed to have figured something out, and his expression changed.
An Nishang reappeared.
A pink tongue brushed across bright red lips.
Wiping away a bit of whiteness on the lips.
She walked to the window, the early morning sunlight shining on her exquisitely voluptuous body, reflecting dazzling light, blurred yet clear.
She stretched lazily, flexing her body, then padded barefoot into the bathroom.
Chen Che lay in bed, relishing the aftertaste.
Having such a queen by his side didn’t seem all that bad.
Hearing the sound of water from the shower, Chen Che, somewhat tempted, followed shortly after into it.
Half an hour later, the two finally stepped out of the shower together.
Chen Che used a towel to dry An Nishang’s wet hair, her stunning face devoid of makeup yet still astonishingly beautiful.
Especially after being nourished, her face’s features were pronounced, filled with vitality.
Her demeanor was excellent.
Chen Che went downstairs to make breakfast, while Xia Na was already sitting on the sofa hugging Bogita, puffing with anger for some unknown reason.
The Count flew around the room for a while, then landed on An Nishang’s shoulder. An Nishang simply extended her pale finger, and the Count moved from her shoulder to land on her fingertip.
The Count luxuriated in the scent of power emanating from An Nishang.
Chen Che, while making breakfast, had a flash in his eyes and said, "The Count says it smells a scent of power from you. Your power will soon expand."
An Nishang’s red lips curved.
Breakfast was arranged on the dining table.
White buns, wrapping satisfying minced meat.
Pure white soy milk, thick with a touch of bean fragrance.
Golden yellow fried dough sticks exuding a crispy aroma.
Bogita’s tail was short, like a small ball, and when it smelled the food, the little dog wagged its tail excitedly.
Even the Count, apart from the smell of power, was very enamored of the aroma of the food Chen Che made.
"Where’s your catfish?" An Nishang asked.
Chen Che shrugged and said, "I can sense it’s currently in the South City District, it needs to feed. This fat catfish’s ability is to further arouse people’s desires, driving those who have fallen into darkness into despair, and in their despair, devour their souls.
The souls it devours become its puppets, and all the wealth of the souls it devours will become the spoils of this fat catfish."
All the demons of the Demon Calamity, as long as the Summoner of the Demon Calamity doesn’t die, the demons won’t die either.
If a demon’s body dies, its soul will return to the Summoner of the Demon Calamity and have its body reconstituted.
So, Chen Che wasn’t worried about releasing Tahm.
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What’s there to be afraid of?
Chen Che’s communicator moved slightly.
Chen Che picked up the communicator and glanced at it, his eyes flickering, and he looked up at An Nishang, shaking the communicator in his hand, and said, "Nishang, seems someone’s getting impatient."
A message from Zhou Shaoyang.
Brief, only a single line ordering Chen Che to hurry to the Peruvian Slums at once.
The Apocalypse Society had a task for Chen Che.
Finally, after all this time, the Apocalypse Society couldn’t hold back any longer.
An Nishang gently said, "Handle it yourself."
Chen Che’s lips curved into a smile, "Don’t worry, I’ve got it."
After breakfast, Chen Che took Xia Na, who was holding Bogita in her arms and had the Count perched on her shoulder, heading for the Peruvian Slums.
As they reached a certain place, Chen Che felt something and glanced in a particular direction, with a peculiar expression.
"What’s wrong?" Xia Na asked, sensing something.
"Nothing... This guy Tahm... started feeding."
Some alley in the South City District.
"You motherfucker! Why’s there so little money? Hand over all the other money!"
"You can’t take it! If you take that money, what will Nuannuan and I eat today?"
"Two useless burdens, eat my ass, go earn money for me, it’s just some rotting flesh, worth something!"
The man’s large black hand slapped the woman’s face, her clothes were tattered, her figure thin and weak, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
Her gaze was fearful and helpless.
A girl with a vacant stare lay under the nearby table, her clothing filthy, her face also stained with grime.
She seemed to be used to the scene, eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only filled with the deepest numbness.
The woman’s wails did not soften the man’s heart a bit, only irritating him, as he kicked her hard a few times, the woman unable to withstand the pain, finally opened her hand.
The man, knowing the woman was the only one who could earn money, cursed, "Damn it! You bitch, if it weren’t for your rotting flesh, being able to sleep with other men and making money for me to spend, I’d have beaten you to death long ago."
"Zhou Fengtai, you’re a bastard!"
The woman cried bitterly.
The man ignored her, grabbed her hair with a vicious grin and said, "Get out there and earn money for me, if by tonight you haven’t slept with ten men, I’ll kill you when I get back!"
As he spoke, the man’s gaze turned malicious, slowly looking at the blank-eyed girl, his tongue rolling over: "Damn it, I’ve raised you for so long, yet all you do is hide there, spend my money, eat my food, completely useless.
It’s just right since you’re still a virgin, I’ll find you a client, sell you at a good price, and you can end up like your whore of a mother, earning money for me!"