“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…”
No wonder hitting his waist had such an impact.
Josh realized he had unintentionally struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He truly was a genius!
Josh proudly declared, “Alright, now that you’re under my control, will you follow Lilly or choose to dissipate into nothingness?”
The bootlicker looked at Josh in despair, then at Lilly.
Who would want to follow these two brats?
He hadn’t even sought revenge on his boss yet.
He had been hit where it hurt, and he was determined to scatter his boss’s ashes!
So he had to become stronger, strong enough to touch physical objects and dig up his opponent’s grave.
Josh raised an eyebrow. “You refuse?”
He raised the ritual blade, threatening the bootlicker’s soul tucked away in the snakeskin bag.
The bootlicker fell silent.
He had no choice but to lower his head and say, “I… I agree…”
For the sake of one ‘waist,’ becoming a malignant spirit, there was no way he would easily give up his ‘waist.’
The harem spirit shook her head. “Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not that simple to see through our Lilly’s true nature.”
The bootlicker, suppressed by Lilly’s disdain spell, paused upon hearing these words.
No, something wasn’t right. How could there be so many malignant spirits around this child? No, wait, they were ghost generals and ghost lords?!
A child who had willingly earned the loyalty of ghost generals and ghost lords couldn’t be ordinary!
Indeed, that unsettling feeling he had on that day wasn’t unfounded!
“I knew something was off. So, it was here…” the bootlicker murmured.
Lilly raised her hand and casually flicked her finger. “Oh, you’ve discovered it.”
She retracted the disdain spell that had been suppressing the bootlicker.
In that instant, the bootlicker finally realized that Lilly was not merely a formidable child. She was none other than the Ruler of Hell, exerting her control!
She… She… She was the Ruler of Hell?!
The bootlicker’s mind raced, and in a flash, he hugged Lilly’s leg.
“Your Excellency, Ruler of Hell!” Tears streamed down the bootlicker’s face. “I am willing to follow you, serving you faithfully, willing to lay down my life for you!”
“I was blind! I knew there was something extraordinary about you the moment I laid eyes on you… That radiance…!”
“Now I understand. It wasn’t just any light. It was the radiance of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance that suppresses all evil in the world!”
“No, was it even light? It was your majesty, Ruler of Hell, emanating from you at such a young age, with such magnanimity…”
Lilly, Josh, and the ghosts fell into silence.
“Stop!” Lilly said speechlessly. “Enough with the flattery. I don’t need flattery. Only Hell Ruler Palace emits gas. Do you want to go inside and have a look?”
She waved the Hell Ruler Palace in her hand.
The bootlicker hastily replied, “I dare not, I dare not! If the Ruler of Hell says no flattery, then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one of the ghost generals under the command of the Ruler of Hell, I suddenly realize that all my wandering and confusion over these years had a purpose…”
Lilly and Josh remained speechless.
Lilly raised her hand and swiftly collected the bootlicker.
Alright, now only Peter’s mother remained.
But it didn’t matter. They didn’t need to pay her any attention. Daddy would handle it.
Under the influence of the malignant spirits, Peter’s mother, who had just been struck on the head with a frying pan, remained dazed and disoriented. It took her a while to regain her senses, holding her head in pain.
“Ouch… my head!” Peter’s mother noticed the lump on her head and then looked down at the frying pan at her feet. She became instantly furious.
Who hit her with a frying pan?!
However, in the blink of an eye, the frying pan vanished.
Lilly reached out her hand and retrieved Josh’s frying pan from thin air, hiding it away.
“Auntie, are you okay?” Lilly smiled sweetly. “We noticed that you fell and hit your head, and you’ve got a big bump. Come over and let us take a look.”
Peter’s mother, was dumbfounded and stood there frozen.
She fell… Did she fall?
Was it just her eyes playing tricks on her earlier…?
But a frying pan as big as that couldn’t just disappear into thin air. So, it was just her imagination?
Peter’s mother looked at Lilly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. This child was the instigator behind everything that went wrong for her son at school.
Their family was good at boasting. What good could come from a child raised in such a family, claiming to be an airline captain, professor, and actor? Perhaps this kid was here to laugh at her for falling.
Peter’s mother forced a smile. “Thank you.”
With that, she hurriedly left.
Lilly had already finished helping Josh catch ghosts and hurried back to the classroom.
“Lilly, am I amazing?” From afar, Josh’s voice seeking praise could still be heard.
And Lilly’s generous praise came without hesitation, “My brother is the most amazing in the world!”
Josh burst into laughter, unable to see anything with his eyes closed…
Peter’s mother remembered what she had to do and hurried back to fetch clothes for her son. Then she went to a department store and bought a dress worth over a thousand dollars, matching Teacher Robin’s figure.
She liked the dress herself, so Teacher Robin would surely like it too.
She planned to say that she had washed the clothes and asked Teacher Robin to temporarily change into them… Yes, that’s what she would do!
Just as she reached the school gate, she bumped into Nicodemus’s parents and Bettany…?
