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?"

"A little boy is riding on your neck. If I don't do something, he'll stay there. Who knows? He might

even decide to urinate on you."

Right after Daniel finished speaking, Shitstrong felt a chilling sensation on his neck. The little boy

who was riding on him had actually started to pee.

"Giggling..."

The boy laughed once more, before lowering his head to make eye contact with Shitstrong.

"Ahh! Ahhh!" Shitstrong screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Giggling..."

The boy laughed again, this time seeing Daniel leave the room and then swiftly jumping off

Shitstrong’s neck and running into a neighboring room.

As soon as the boy left, Shitstrong felt an immediate relief around his neck, yet he still experienced

a lingering coldness. After all, the little boy had peed on him, marking him with the urine of a

malevolent spirit. Unless someone helped Shitstrong remove the mark, it would remain forever,

attracting nearby malevolent spirits.

In other words, if Daniel didn't assist Shitstrong, 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 long term. He would suffer from

severe nervous exhaustion.

After all, Shitstrong would experience nightly nightmares; no matter how robust his body was, he

wouldn’t be able to withstand such torment.

"Shitstrong, you saw that little boy, right? Now you should believe that what I've been saying is true,

shouldn't you?"