Chapter 95

"What?"

Emma was panicking inside, but she still calmly turned over, pretending to have just woken up.

"Why are you in my room?"

"Such good acting."

Randy walked up and sat by the bedside.

"Even your heartbeat stayed especially steady. It must have hurt when the needle went in, right? You even managed to act out that involuntary frown. But it's a shame you shouldn't have locked the door. Didn't drink the water I gave you?"

Emma shook her head, no longer pretending.

"You were too obvious. Out of nowhere, you handed me a glass of water and expected me to drink it? Of course, I wasn't going to."

She had always been cautious, the kind of person who could force herself to wake up even after taking a sleeping pill.

Randy smiled and gently stroked her hair, the same way as before, which finally eased Emma's fear.

"You didn't secretly call the police, did you?"

"Of course not."

Emma gave a look that said, "I'm not that stupid." Calling the police would be a total disaster. She wouldn't get involved in something that had nothing to do with her.

"Good girl. Let me explain. I mean you no harm. I just want you to sleep peacefully tonight."

"And then you'll draw my blood? Are you guys vampires? Do you have a thing for children's blood?"

Randy thought to himself, it's not vampires that have a thing for children's blood.

"Your sister Bee just borrowed a bit from you. You can think of it as her secretly gathering honey."

Emma's expression became strange. "Heh, I just saw her gathering 'honey.'"

Now Randy was a bit embarrassed. So, Emma had really seen everything that happened earlier.

"Alright, you're not involved in what's next. Just sleep well."

But Emma wouldn't let it go.

"Why? I did my part, so I should be involved too. I have dreams I want to fulfill."

"You don't need to take shortcuts."

Seeing Randy's firm expression, Emma had to settle for a compromise. "Fine, I won't participate. But that killer bee stole my blood, and I want it back! I want to drink a tube of her blood too!"

Looking at the vengeful little girl, Randy felt troubled, but at least she wasn't screaming about killing anyone.

"Okay, after the ritual is over, I'll have a talk with her. But for now, you should get some sleep—or I'll help you sleep."

With Randy's help, Emma finally fell into a deep sleep.

When he went downstairs, Bee was holding a strange book high, and the other four were sitting neatly on both sides, surrounding Cuddy's corpse.

Bee shot him a strange look. "You're finally here? We've been waiting for you to start the ritual."

She didn't ask about Emma, but seeing Randy come down this late, she could guess that Emma had probably woken up.

This made B feel particularly irritated, thinking she had somehow lost to Emma.

"Let me take a look at that book."

Randy walked up to B.

The book did look ancient, with patches of dried human skin on it, and the writing was as weird as tadpoles, along with various symbols and hand-drawn illustrations.

"Can you understand it?"

"I like studying mysterious things, so I happen to understand this part."

B patiently explained, pointing to the goat-headed creature on the page.

"This is Satan, right? And this mark between the brows... it's a hexagram."

"That looks like the Star of David from the Israeli flag..."

John blurted out, then quickly realized, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No big deal, there are no Jews here."

Randy wasn't the type to force his beliefs on others. In his past life, he would occasionally host social events for church members, helping boost the marriage rate in Korea.

B continued pointing at the book's pages.

"This records a sacrificial ritual. By using pure blood to draw runes, you can briefly summon Satan's power to earth. Then, you offer a sacrifice and recite your wish, and Satan will fulfill it for you."

Randy wasn't entirely convinced by this process. Satan wasn't that idle.

If you really wanted to summon a demon to earth, draining all of Emma's blood might not even be enough. And after looking more closely at the runes, Randy, despite not being well-versed in hellish knowledge, could tell that these runes had a distinctly human touch.

It might be some creature borrowing Satan's name to steal offerings.

Randy thought of the witch from Collins Town.

"Why don't you perform it once and let me watch?"

Randy took a step back, wanting to observe the ritual. Maybe he could find some clues.

But B was curious. "You're not participating?"

"Only the lowest kind of people would want to summon demons and rely on external forces to help themselves!"

Seeing their confused faces, Randy explained a bit more, "If you were a mercenary group, you might think of aligning yourself with nobles or royalty, offering them tribute to gain land. But if you were the king yourself, would you ask a neighboring ruler to give you some of their land?"

This made everyone understand instantly.

Allison tentatively said, "So, why don't we just sacrifice to you directly? We could offer you Cole's corpse to eat."

"No, no need. Just go ahead and perform the ritual."

Randy had no such taste for flesh.

However, B, after hearing Randy's words, also lost the will to lead the ritual. "I'll step out too. Since I belong to you now, I don't want two masters. But don't worry, I'll help you all prepare everything needed for the ritual."

The other four had no choice but to encourage each other and prepare.

"By the way, you should change your wishes a little."

Randy spoke at the right moment. "Max, you still want to become stronger."

That had always been his goal, so he nodded in agreement.

"When I get strong, I'll make sure to master all of Bruce Lee's moves!"

"John, you..."

His dream was too politically correct, so Randy wasn't sure what to say. "You wish to end racial discrimination, mostly because you're worried about the police opening fire, right? Why not wish for legs that can dodge bullets?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I want."

John was thrilled, thinking that with those legs, shoplifting would be much easier.

"Allison."

Randy hadn't even said anything yet when she clasped her hands together and pleaded.

"BOSS, please, let me have big boobs! That's my ultimate dream!"

Randy wasn't heartless. "Fine, but you'll have ones that can stop bullets."

That way, getting shot in the chest wouldn't be fatal.

Allison was satisfied.

"Lastly, Sonia, you..."

She hadn't figured out her dream yet.

Bee suggested, "Among these four, there needs to be someone with brains to communicate. How about giving Sonia the ability to communicate with the others anytime, like a commander?"

Sonia didn't have any particular opinion. She had always lived according to others' expectations, so she nodded.

"I'm fine with that."

B knew these people best, so Randy trusted her judgment.

"Alright then, start the ritual."

Bee arranged everything for the ritual, then explained the incantations, precautions, and positioning to the others.

She stepped out of the ritual area, standing behind Randy.

As they recited the incantation, an eerie black mist appeared, enveloping Coles's corpse before quickly dissipating. Randy could feel a presence, like a pair of eyes, watching the four people performing the ritual.

It was definitely not the gaze of a demon, but the power was not inferior to one.