Henry Clark didn’t understand either. He held the crystal ball and studied it for a long time, even feeling an urge to lick it to see if it was sweet or salty. But because Mr. Todd was looking at him with an expression of utter admiration, he managed to hold back. Finally, he looked up at Todd and said with absolute certainty, “Evil!” After speaking, he casually tossed the crystal ball to Mummy.

This was also a habit Little Walter had developed at Wujiayao—no matter when, there would always be a little follower behind him, ready to catch whatever he threw.

But with all those bandages, Mummy couldn’t even lift his hands, let alone try to catch the crystal ball. Under the stunned gazes of Henry Clark and Lord Todd, the black crystal ball crashed spectacularly to the ground!

Locked in the cellar, Master Walter rolled over, muttered a few words in his sleep, and continued to slumber soundly, drooling all the while...

Inside this crystal ball were the souls of more than a dozen bloodthirsty zombies under Walter Reed’s command. In life, they had all been fine warriors, but after being captured alive by Walter Reed, their bodies were turned into bloodthirsty zombies, and their souls were imprisoned in the crystal ball.

The overflowing death energy in the crystal ball would drive these souls mad, making them bloodthirsty and frenzied. Only in this way could their former bodies become powerful zombies, serving their master for life.

The fragile crystal ball shattered instantly. The once bright and peaceful little mountain village was suddenly filled with terrifying, blood-curdling wails. More than a dozen mindless, slaughter-driven wraiths surged forth in a torrent of ghostly energy, swiftly swooping toward the bloodthirsty zombies standing not far away! Those were their former bodies. Now, as evil spirits, their souls could no longer merge with their bodies, but they could still draw out most of the physical strength from them!

After circling the zombies’ bodies for a moment, the evil spirits soared high into the air again. Their once misty forms had become much clearer, looking very much like a swarm of tadpoles with fangs—big heads, little tails. The zombies quickly withered and collapsed, finally turning into piles of stark white bones.

The villagers who had gathered around Henry Clark to watch the commotion were now in utter chaos, fleeing in all directions with cries and wails. Mr. Mummy also tried to run, but his bandages were too tight. As soon as he took a step, he fell to the ground. He was standing right next to Henry Clark, and as he fell, he happened to slap Henry Clark and sent him flying. Little Walter, acting on instinct, let out a strange yell in Tianjin dialect: “Who the hell pushed me!?”

This detail, in the eyes of the villagers busy escaping, became the brave Lord Achilles charging valiantly at the swarming, man-eating wraiths, shouting out a spell of light.

The dozen or so evil spirits, having just gained the zombies’ strength, darted about for a moment, then suddenly let out a shriek and dove at Henry Clark from all directions! Henry Clark didn’t even have time to blink before, with a thunderous sound, more than a dozen shadowy figures plunged into his small body all at once!

Evil spirits have only instinct, not consciousness. The only reason they suddenly attacked Henry Clark was this: they all set their sights on Henry Clark’s body.

There is a fundamental difference between the alien Henry Clark and the intelligent beings of this plane: Henry Clark has no soul.

The thoughts and intelligence of Earth’s creatures have gradually formed through billions of years of evolution. There is no such thing as a soul in the bodies of Earthlings. Although, during the long course of evolution, Earth’s intelligence was influenced by the occasional visit of magical beings and came to believe in the existence of something called a soul, in reality, those legends do not match the facts.

But in the magical plane, regardless of race, all intelligent beings derive their thoughts and wisdom from the soul. According to the rules of the plane, their bodies all contain a hidden space for storing the soul.

Evil spirits like these cannot survive long in the air. Without the protection of undead energy, they will go mad and attack any living thing. If it weren’t for the coincidence of a soulless Little Walter being present, not a single person in Horseshoe Village would have survived.

A living being without a soul is, without a doubt, the best habitat for evil spirits. So, the brainless wraiths charged at Henry Clark without hesitation, wanting to take over his body.

Henry Clark immediately felt as if his blood was boiling. He wanted to open his mouth and scream, but his throat was so dry he couldn’t make a sound. Every muscle and bone in his body was swelling, but his whole body was completely rigid, unable to move an inch!

Henry Clark had only one thick cranial nerve, stamped with the “Delusion” logo—he had no soul at all, nor any space or channel to accommodate one. The dozen or so evil spirits that entered Henry Clark’s body could find no place to settle, nor could they take over his body. When they tried to escape again, they discovered they were already entangled with Henry Clark’s flesh and blood...

No one knew how much time passed before this group of frenzied undead finally faded away.

With a snap, Henry Clark closed his mouth, his upper and lower teeth clacking together hard. The moment he regained the ability to move, Little Walter immediately sensed the power now surging through his body—the physical strength of more than a dozen bloodthirsty zombies and the mental power of more than a dozen evil spirits! The energy coursing through him made him want to smash rocks and split trees right then and there. The unprecedented feeling of strength made Henry Clark keep reminding himself: Steady, steady, I have delusions, not mania...