Chapter 470
s instructed.
“If you find him and he denies it, use the hand with the bite marks to hit him–slap him across the face, Odalys i
The producer remained silent
He stared blankly at his palm, the very hand that had pressed against the child’s face in the painting, now tasked with striking someone. If anyone else had said such a thing to him, he would have thought them mail, but since it was Odalys, he couldn’t dismiss ir
“Alright. I’ll slap him with this hand, the producer replied.
Odalys’s lips twitched. She added, “Make sure to slap him hard, right across the face, and get that bite mark onto his skin.”
“Slap him… across the face? Can this bite mark really transfer to his face?” The producer blinked, shocked at the absurdity of it all.
“Yes, if you don’t, that bite mark will stay with you for life. The harder you hit, the more likely the mark will transfer off your palm and onto him.” Odalys explained.
The p
producer’s skin c
crawled as he examined the bite mark on his palm.on their own hand?
If he could get rid of the mark by transferring it to someone else, he would certainly be happy to do so–who would want to keep such a thing
visible
“Alright. Im going to do it now,” he said, trying to shake off his unease.
He hung up the phone and opened the bathroom door.
His wife was sitting on the floor, staring at her bruised wrist. She looked at him, confused. What happened to me! My emotions. I couldn’t control them. It felt like something was…” She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, feeling an ominous presence behind her.
“What’s going on, honey?” she asked urgently, grabbing his arm.
va word after
The producer didn’t respond right away. He weighed his options and, after a moment of hesitation, told her everything. She didn’t say a hearing it, and her demeanor grew increasingly defeated.
“Odalys said if we don’t apologize and make things right, the child will die, right?” She seemed to struggle with the idea, but after what she’d just experienced, she had no choice but to believe it.
“Exactly. So we need to find your godfather and confront him,” the producer said.
His wife stood up and followed him as he grabbed the car keys. Without caring about appearances, they quickly headed downstairs and got into the car, driving off towards Olnnard City.
They parked in front of a quiet street and walked down a narrow alley. Ahead, Orson stood casually, sipping a cold drink. He was recording a voice message as he watched them approach.
“Odalys, you were right. The producer and his wife are here, coming from the direction of Oliver’s alley. Looks like you guessed right. The wife’s godfather might be Oliver,” Orson said into his phone. He took a sip of his drink, adjusting his sunglasses, and quietly followed them.
The producer was walking fast, his wife looking increasingly frazzled. Neither of them had ever experienced anything like this, and even though it was broad daylight, it felt like a ghost was following them.
“I’m scared, hubby, she whispered, clutching his arm.
The producer, too, was shaken. He had no idea what was real anymore, and the sound of the child’s cries was still ringing in his ears.
The thought of having children, of raising a child, now terrified him. He didn’t know which children were real and which ones were spirits
He silently cursed himself. In this day and age, for a grown man like hiru to be afraid of ghosts–it was humiliating.
The two of them quickly turned a corner, heading toward the quadrangle courtyards. The area was bustling with activity, especially among women who came to pray for children. Some even offered cash to “accumulate nierit.”
“Why don’t they go to Odalys? I hear her prayers are more powerful.”
“Odalys! She’s so amazing, I don’t think I’m worthy of her blessings.”
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Chapter 470
“Shh, don’t talk about other people here”
Their conversation was interrupted as Orson climbed a tree nearby. He opened his phone and began filming them discreetly, his lens trained on the producer.
Inside the courtyard, the wife rushed forward when she saw a familiar figure. “Godfather!” she called out.
Everyone froze in shock as they watched her rush in, visibly panicked. A man in a Taoist robe stepped forward, holding a wand that he flicked casually.
“What’s going on!” Oliver asked.
Before anyone could react, the producer lunged forward, raising his hand without hesitation. He slapped Oliver hard across the face.
The sound of the slap echoed, and the force sent Oliver staggering. The impact was so strong it made Oliver’s head snap to the side, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He was stunned, not expecting such an attack.
The other worshippers were equally startled. They instinctively stepped back, fearing they might become the next target of the producer’s wrath.
“Hubby, what are you doing!” His wife gasped, shocked by his actions.
Oliver was stunned by the slap. He stood there, momentarily dazed, looking at the producer in disbelief.
“You slapped me?” Oliver’s voice turned cold and sharp.
In Crownridge, he was a man of status. The aristocracy sought him out for his expertise in reading energy fields and interpreting
z events.
Yet, here was this ignorant producer, stepping into his world and slapping him right across the face. The force of it had loosened his teeth, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
But the producer had no time to care about that. He quickly spread his palm wide, clearly agitated.
Seeing that the teeth marks had disappeared from his palm, the producer quickly lifted his head, leaning closer to examine it. His eyes widened as he saw that the marks were now clearly branded in the center of Oliver’s cheek where the slap had landed.
The producer’s wife also noticed this and looked at Oliver’s face, fear flashing in her eyes. She then glanced back at the producer’s palm. She had known that there had been teeth marks on his hand, but now, after the slap, those marks had somehow transferred to Oliver’s face! This was definitely strange.
She had witnessed the bite mark before, but now it had transferred onto Oliver.
Originally thinking of seeking Oliver’s help, she wisely kept silent now. A sense of fear crept over her, and she instinctively pulled the producer back a step. She hadn’t taken his previous warnings seriously, but now, seeing what had just happened, she regained her composure.
“It’s true,” the producer said, excitement creeping into his voice. “Odalys really is incredible. She said if I hit hard enough, the marks would transfer. I didn’t believe her, but it’s real,”
He quickly rubbed his palm, only to find that the bloody, mangled marks were gone. His palm was clean, and instead, the clear imprint of eight teeth remained on Oliver’s face.
“Oliver, your face… someone gasped, instinctively stepping back
Oliver, feeling his teeth loosened by the impact, groaned in pain.
Hearing someone mention his face, he quickly reached up to touch it, only to feel intense pain. His hand came away covered in blood. He was momentarily stunned and then stumbled toward a nearby water basin.
Looking into the water, he saw his face, bloodied and bruised, with a clear imprint of teeth branded onto his cheek. As he reached up to rub it, the mark seemed to move, as if it had come alive. The impression suddenly opened, as though the teeth were biting down on his hand.
Oliver:
gried his teeth and groaned in pain, his fingers nearly getting caught in the sharp teeth as they clamped down on his hand.
