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"I'm ready." Her tone was dry as she turned her face away and thrust the file folder forward.

"A four-story apartment building, two villas, and two shops—five properties in total—were all transferred to the past through complex legal means. Several of the funds and stocks we held were also converted into cash and deposited into a designated account. As you requested, it was done very discreetly, without attracting anyone's attention."

“Except for a few personal jewelry pieces, all my possessions are here.”

“Now, please keep your promise, Miss Sally!” The wealthy old widow gasped for breath, clenching her two rows of false teeth.

“Very good. Your decisiveness is admirable. It’s a great deal to exchange a little material possession for the opportunity to get rid of illness and aging.”

After offering a compliment, the owner of the voice slowly stepped forward. As her high heels clicked, a beam of light refracted from the domed mirror, falling precisely on her and illuminating her charming and beautiful face.

Her retro-style wavy blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her fox-like eyes blinked gently, and her full, red lips complemented her fair, jade-like skin.

Her curvaceous and hot body, with its two amazingly full mounds, stretched the burgundy business suit high, making her look like a ripe cherry about to burst, showing the sexiness unique to her age.

If members of an elderly tour group were here, they would immediately recognize that the manager of Hob Springs Resort now possesses a more alluring and seductive air than when she was warm and friendly when greeting tourists.

After accepting the goods offered by the old woman, Sally casually flipped through them and smiled with satisfaction:

"Then, please come forward and stand in the center of the magic circle."

Without her making any move, the five brass ram's head faucets beside the dried-up bathtub suddenly opened their mouths, each spraying out a wisp of viscous red liquid that dripped into the tile grooves below.

On the ground, where some black mud-like stains remained, streaks of red light suddenly rose, quickly moving and outlining, drawing a huge pentagram wrapped with strange runes, and the air was immediately filled with an extremely strong smell of blood.

She clapped her hands, and the silently standing waiter magically brought out a square plate covered with a silver dish cover.

"Drink the nectar brewed from the essence of life, and restore your youth and health." The woman's tone carried a subtle, seductive quality, like the whispers of a devil.

The price is giving up the right to be God's lamb... Trish thought bitterly to herself.

Almighty Lord, please forgive me.

After praying one last time as a human, she stood in the center of the pentagram.

The ugly waiter lifted the plate cover, revealing a bowl of "soup" that shimmered with murky, colorful liquid.

Fingers, soaked until white, were bent and pointed towards the sky.

A half-melted eyeball lay askew among the bizarre chunks of flesh.

Anyone can easily see that this so-called nectar of life is actually a very evil thing!

That is the deepest sin etched into humanity's genes:

Cannibalism!

Faced with filth that would make an ordinary person gag, the old woman simply closed her eyes and forced down a mouthful with trembling hands.

"Pfft, cough!"

The extremely foul stench assaulted the old woman's already numb tongue, forcing her to muster all her willpower to avoid vomiting on the spot.

After catching her breath, she carefully sensed the surroundings with hope, her expression shifting from joy to doubt, and then to a frozen, stiff look.

My lungs, damaged by cigarettes, still feel stuffy, and my liver, ravaged by strong liquor, still aches faintly.

There was no improvement in his physical health, except...

A strange, scorching, and violent aura rushed into the brain, spreading slowly and steadily!

"No! What...what do you want to do?"

Based on the limited occult knowledge she had acquired over the years at great expense, she keenly sensed something amiss and shouted in alarm.

"Miss Sally, we had an agreement. I traded all my wealth for the chance to become an ogre. Do you want to go back on your word?"

However, her angry accusations only earned her a mocking sneer.

"Fool! Even if I kill you, the money will still be mine."

Sally arrogantly raised her chin and curled the corners of her mouth, "There are always some country bumpkins like you who think they can easily become young again by spending a little money."

Anyone not blinded by desire should know that if we truly possessed such miraculous power, our family should be dining with the Federation's top elites in a secret club in New York, instead of holed up in some backwater, playing house with a cowardly old woman!

“So, it was all a scam… including the information I got from the nursing home director…” Mrs. Trish shook her head as if having an epileptic seizure, her shiny tortoiseshell hairpin falling to the ground, her neat silver hair falling into disarray, and she groaned intermittently.

Like a little girl who had just finished a prank, Sally clapped her hands. "Haha, you got it right, but there's no reward."

She tiptoed and twirled lightly, as if only by doing so could she vent her joy.

"As long as you deliberately leak a little information, there will be some self-righteous fools who will come running and hand over their life savings. I really have to thank you, because taking care of a group of relatives with good appetites is quite expensive."

Sally pulled out a rough dagger carved from obsidian and slid it back and forth across the old woman's wrinkled neck.

"Don't be too nervous. The flesh and blood potion won't kill you; it will only control your brain. After six months, when no one suspects anything, you will be able to pass away peacefully."

“You are indeed very cautious, spending several years searching for information to verify the legend, but no matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot escape the hunter’s grasp.”

She laughed, half seriously and half jokingly, "The law of the jungle is the true meaning of life, you have to learn to accept it... Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, and I'll eat you!"

"I completely agree with your point of view." A beam of golden light descended overhead, and his words echoed like a cold, biting wind.

"Now I'm going to let the strong prey on the weak, so you'd better learn to accept it!"

Chapter 307 I Like Playing with Ogres

"who is it--!"

Sally looked up in horror, and a golden light filled her vision, growing larger and larger.

It looks like... a fist?

Before she could react, Sally felt a tremendous force suddenly strike her, hitting her directly on the forehead. In an instant, extreme fear gripped her heart.

The intense pain flashed for only a moment before completely subsiding, clearly indicating that the nervous system, due to severe damage, had become completely numb, thus sparing it much of the torment.

Her ears were ringing, and it felt like a firecracker with a lit fuse had been stuffed into her head, as if it was about to explode at any moment. She was thrown into the air and flew backward, spitting out two long streams of blood from her nose. She did a full one and a half spins in the air and crashed heavily onto the edge of the dry bathtub, causing a large piece of mosaic tile to peel off and reveal what was hidden underneath.

Smooth obsidian slabs, each a foot in diameter, are pieced together and inlaid with small pieces of carnelian, turquoise, and agate of various colors to form a lifelike and bizarre pattern and hieroglyphics, depicting many indigenous people dancing around a hot spring.

"Huh?" A powerful punch knocked the opponent down. The young man who had just descended from the sky was about to deliver another blow when his gaze was drawn to something that had suddenly appeared, and his movements slowed down.

He lightly stomped his foot, the force subtly transforming into shockwaves that radiated outwards. The tightly sealed tiles and cement on the surrounding pool walls instantly crumbled, and the five brass ram head spouts loosened and fell to the ground with a clatter. From the metal pipes connected behind them, black and red blood mixed with bits of flesh gurgled out, revealing the ancient, hidden nature of the bath once more.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhu Mingyao dismissed the ugly waiter who lunged at him from behind with a knife. He then looked around, taking in the long scroll-like painting.

Starting from the beginning, beneath the tall totem pole with its ghastly face, several sickly, thin human figures hunched over, bowing and making a pleading gesture to an Indian priest draped in a bison hide robe and wearing a colorful feathered crown.

The next scene jumps to a mountain forest, where priests raise their staffs and perform some kind of ritual with great enthusiasm, while people nearby hold up a large number of carvings and throw them into a deep crevice in the rock.

Further on, the trees leaned and swayed, the earth collapsed and cracked, and a stream of water gushed out from the cracks in the rocks, gathering into a small pool that emitted wisps of heat.

In the next scene, the priests stand by the pool, scattering various plant roots, stems, and leaves, which mix with the clear spring water. The thin, humanoid figures from before take off their clothes and jump into the pool.

The scene continued to change, and the people who had been soaked in the pool straightened their backs, becoming tall and mighty, and picked up their bows and arrows and stone axes again.

The final scene was the same one he had seen at the beginning: people who had recovered their health lit bonfires, laid out sumptuous food, and happily held a grand celebration.

Reaching out to touch the pattern, sensing the subtle and lingering spiritual fluctuations within, Zhu Mingyao's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, his cheeks practically slapping to the ground.

He spat at the woman who was lying there pretending to be dead, and cursed through gritted teeth:

"A bunch of wasteful good-for-nothings! A perfectly good healing spring has been ruined by you stinking cannibals who have been drinking your filthy blood for hundreds of years! You deserve to be torn to pieces!"

As a true disciple of the Xuanmen sect with solid theoretical foundation, his knowledge naturally far surpassed that of ordinary extraordinary individuals, and he saw through the situation at a glance.

Feng shui is a unique art form in Chinese culture, but the principles of feng shui are not unique to any one school of thought; various supernatural systems have corresponding concepts.

Psionic nodes, natural sanctuaries, etheric gates, and similar entities are merely different names for auspicious feng shui sites.

Since it's a treasure land, it must have "treasures".

This old bathhouse, or rather the entire manor, was built on a spiritual spring discovered by the indigenous people. According to the description on the illustration, it can strengthen the body, heal injuries and cure diseases, and its effects are quite remarkable. Even though it is far from being a rare natural treasure like the "Fountain of Youth," it is still an extremely rare natural "specialty."

After all, the quantity is large enough that it's more than enough to use for alchemy and drinking, or even to package as mineral water and sell.

However, this incredibly foolish ogre family, probably in order to enhance their bloodline power by utilizing the life force contained within the ogre, persistently added filthy essence blood refined through dark magic.

It's like a bunch of greenbottle flies pouring a spoonful of excrement onto a precious Manchu Han Imperial Feast in an attempt to make the food more palatable!

It is simply unbearable!

Seemingly sensing his killing intent, Sally slowly got up, glanced at her tribesmen who had been reduced to ashes by the golden-red flames, barely managing to suppress her fear, carefully wiped the blood from her face, and knelt on one knee, her face full of smiles as she said:

"Welcome to the manor, young and handsome strongman. On behalf of the Hob family, I offer you my highest respect."

Her eyes sparkled like water, almost stretching out like silk threads. She leaned slightly forward, revealing two large, warm mounds that seemed ready to burst forth.

Her slender waist swayed slightly as if by accident, and her full, firm thighs glistened beneath the torn black stockings, exuding an astonishing allure that would make any normal man "pay homage" on the spot.

"Although we do not know why we have offended you, as our family motto says, the law of the jungle is the true meaning of life. We are willing to offer everything to appease your anger."

The blonde mature woman looked pitiful and said, "Whether it's this magical spring, money and wealth, or 'other things'... you can do whatever you want with it."

The woman's voice was soft and alluring, like the finest honey, causing the elderly woman beside her, also a woman, to feel a stirring in her heart. She found the woman much more agreeable and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt and reflection.

Perhaps I was too greedy, fixated on my aging appearance, which led me into the trap of conspiracy. This is God's punishment, and I cannot blame others for their cunning...

In Sally's eyes, her earnest pleas for mercy seemed to have some effect, as the powerful figure who had suddenly appeared softened his tone considerably.

"Oh? From what you're saying... I can do whatever I want to you? Actually, I quite like playing with ogres..." Zhu Mingyao's eyes flickered as he scanned the woman's fleshy, key areas, a lewd smile spreading across his face.

"Of course, esteemed young sir, it's my honor. You truly have discerning taste; extraordinary races are far 'stronger' than those weak humans..."

Things seemed to be going well, progressing in a familiar pattern. Sally was overjoyed and crawled on her knees, appearing extremely humble, to the feet of the mysterious enemy.

She swayed her smooth blonde hair, gave him a flirtatious wink, and lowered her head to stick out her bright red tongue, as if to lick the other person's shoes.

Hidden beneath her thick, flowing hair, a smug, cold smile quietly surfaced.

Even the most powerful man is still a man, but he says he likes cannibals? That's quite a peculiar fetish... the woman thought to herself.

The next response she received was a strange statement that was beyond her knowledge.

"I initially thought it was a bit cruel, but since you've agreed, I'll go along with it. An ogre without a powerful ultimate ability is soulless. The two we caught early on were of poor quality. Now that we've incorporated you into the ogre, it should be able to unlock multicast!"

Chapter 308 This territory is mine

"Blessed Virgin Mary, blessed Virgin Mary..."

Muttering sacred words, thick crimson smoke swirled and drifted from a strange piece of metal, appearing before the old widow's horrified gaze. Like Aladdin's genie in a fairy tale, it gradually condensed into a tall, blood-red, two-headed monster.

Two naked bodies were joined together, like two soft, heated candles, intertwined and fused together to form a new, independent entity. Dark red blood seeped from under the torn skin, then seeped into another crack, cycling endlessly as if alive, looking both bizarre and disgusting.