Josiah Whaley and the others saw a phoneâs torchlight shining in front of them, and they could vaguely
see
almost a hundred women standing there. Josiah was startled by the scene, stumbling a few steps back
and
falling outside. When he fixed his gaze forward, ire realized he had actually fallen out of Sanctuary
Shrineâs main entrance. It turned out that they had been standing at the entrance and hadnât gone in at
all.
Meanwhile, Preston Bale was taken aback as well. He was standing in the corner inside Sanctuary
Shrine, prepared to knock them out one by one. He didnât expect the spell formation to stop working so
suddenly. What happened?
His master had set up this spell formation. He didnât know how to fix it!
After that, he looked inside.
He found that close to eighty pregnant women, all supposed to be lying inside
coffins, had all run out. Was Ire seeing ghosts? The problem was, where did their bellies go? Where on
earth
did their bellies go?
âArgh!â Preston yelled.
He couldnât accept it. He had spent so much money on these people!
Waltz Fleur and Anna Coleman might have easily attracted the demonic wisteria fetuses to enter their
body for
breeding, but that was only the precursor. There was an interim stage that required all sorts of
supplements⦠This was very similar to how pregnant
women required lots of nutrients.
Without such nutrients, the body of the host would have died long ago.
Breeding demonic wisteria fetus was even more troublesome than breeding normal babies. Preston
had lost
count of how much money he spent buying ginseng and reishi to feed these women. Otherwise, the
demonic wisteria fetuses wouldnât contain such a large amount of energy.
But now, it was all gone. âArghh!!!â
âWho did this? Which a*sshole couldâve done this?â By now, Josiah had seen everything clearly. He felt
deeply embarrassed, and that made him angry. Thinking
about how he complimented himself for breaking the spell formation, he felt humiliated after his lies had
been
exposed. Josiah couldnât accept that Alex Rockefeller, the man of little reputation, was actually the one
who
broke the spell formation and saved him.
The only way to conceal such embarrassment was to kill this man who was shouting. âSon of a b*tch.
Itâs you who did all this. Go to hell!â Josiah bellowed. Before Josiah could finish, he charged at
Prestonâs face with a forceful punch. Wham!
Josiah failed to punch Prestonâs face. Instead, Preston managed to catch his fist easily with one hand.
âHmm? You little brat. Youâve got some skills!â
Josiah uttered with widened eyes. He wanted to pull his fist
away, but Preston immediately pinched at it with all five fingers. After a loud crack, Josiah immediately
started crying in pain. Preston had actually crushed the bones on his fingers. He felt the pain all the
way
through his chest.
âOld b*stard. Who do you think you are? How dare you behave so smugly in front of my face? Go to
hell!â growled Preston coldly. He then kicked Josiah on his stomach and sent him flying. Josiah crashed
into a small car outside the door. The impact even caused the car to shake a little. By that time, several
women had rushed out. Leading them was Xyla Stoermer from Michiganâs Stoermer
family.
She stared at Preston with a deadly glare while pointing a finger at him. âPreston Bale, you b*stard!
Youâre a heartless freak! How dare you do this to me? Just you wait. Michiganâs Stoermer family will
tear
you to shreds!â she exclaimed. Prestonâs expressions were cold. âWhereâs your belly? Whereâs the
thing inside?â he asked. When Xyla heard this, she became even more furious.
âStill dare to mention my belly?! Iâm telling you now, weâve eaten away all those things youâve worked
so hard to breed. A disgusting freak like you deserves to die
a terrible death.â
âHahaha!â Preston was so enraged that he started laughing. âYou actually ate them. Good, very good.
None of
you will be able to leave today. Since youâve eaten my babies, Iâll eat all of you, â he muttered. âLou,
Hector, close the door.â
âA massacre is about to happen!â Right then, Waltz Fleur stepped forward. âAre you Preston Bale?
Where is my godfather?â She asked coldly.