Snared (2)

With his knife gone and his dominant arm dislocated from the joint, the man knew that trying to fight back was foolish.

"Yes. I will deliver your message without fail," The man said while he was still lying on his back on the floor.

Then with difficulty, the man really slowly picked himself up to stand up again.

Farrel was already busy in his mind, thinking about what was the most tortuous hex he could send the employer's way to make sure that he regrets what he had done.

Farrel would make sure that the man would prefer death over living with his hexes. But Farrel wouldn't let the man die so easily either as he would send more hexes that could prevent a man from simply dying.

'I would turn that damned corrupt politician into a useless vegetable…'

Then while he was still thinking about the list of spells that he knew, Bahuwirya's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

'Farrel, the ghosts in the forest are fleeing their resting places and scampered all over the place, away from this area.'

'Hm? Why?'

Bahuwirya then left Farrel's side for the first time ever since the fight started and went to check on the forest.

Farrel kept his guard up, his eyes locked onto the man who had just gotten up on his feet and slowly dragged his body towards the door of his house.

The blessed knife, the only thing that could threaten Farrel's life, was still right beside his own foot and there was no way the man could grab it from him.

He patiently waited for Bahuwirya to come back and report back to him about what had happened in the forest before then he would extract the souls of the two men.

The souls could come out of their bodies on their own after some time had passed, but since Farrel had the ability to forcefully do it, why would he wait?

He expected to hear Bahuwirya's voice soon resounding in his mind, but what he heard instead was other kinds of voices.

Voices of murmur, melodious sounds, and dozens of human steps coming from all directions.

Farrel closed his eyes and told one of his ghosts to check what was happening outside.

One of the ghosts that resided within him then went outside, and with Farrel closing his eyes, he connected the ghost's vision with his own to see what it was seeing.

And what he saw was certainly something that he couldn't expect.

Humans, dozens of them, appeared from the forest as they circled around his house from all directions.

Farrel wouldn't care if they were just any random humans or even the shamans that the employer hired to kill him.

But the humans that surrounded him were neither ordinary humans nor shamans.

Wearing white robes that covered their upper bodies down to their ankles, holding books that made Farrel want to puke, and also a holy item in each and every one of their hands, dozens of religious leaders were now circling around Farrel's house.

The murmurs and melodious voices that he heard were from those religious leaders praying and singing to their god, driving any ghost or evil spirits that ever tried coming near them.

'So that's why the ghosts in the forest were restless before and ran away earlier…'

The circle of religious leaders walked closer and closer to the house and right now, the effects of their prayer started to affect the ghost inside the house, even the ones that resided within Farrel's body.

Of course, Farrel wanted to get out of the place the second he realized that he would be rendered as an ordinary human when the ghosts enhancing his body disappeared or went awry.

However, with the ghosts, his main source of power went chaotic within him, it was already a miracle that Farrel could keep his body standing in place and not thrashing around all over the floor.

'Damn it…' Farrel gritted his teeth as he tried his best to stand his ground.

His hands already reached out towards the wall, trying to keep his body stable, but the religious leaders and their prayers were already practically beside him as they were only a meter away from his house, and most of the ghosts that stayed with him had already fled far away as they couldn't stand the prayers.

"Well, good to know that we could undo the hex using prayers instead of using other shamans." The man who was standing right in front of the front door smirked as he once again pulled out his gun from his pocket.

Farrel was barely conscious with the ghosts inside his body in turmoil, but it was more than enough to see the firearm pointed straight toward him.

The man's right arm was still limp, and he was using his left hand to point the gun.

But Farrel doubt that the man would miss the shot when there was only a few meters distance between him and the man.

As his last effort, Farrel tried to command the ghost remaining within him to try and power up his body.

Whether it was making his body as light as a feather or enhancing his legs so that he would be able to dash out of the palace, Farrel would take any spells that could save him.

However, with the ghost being constantly attacked by the prayers, let alone powering Farrel, they even struggled to keep themselves inside Farrel when they felt their bodies burning all over.

Farrel tried his best, pushing out all the strength he had within to try and complete the spell.

Unfortunately, channeling his energy needed time and time was something that he didn't have.

Without waiting for anything, the man pulled the trigger of his gun.

A loud bang once again filled the house, but this time, the sound also blended together with the constant voice of prayers.

Just as Farrel expected, using his left hand wasn't a handicap for the man and the bullet once again found itself hitting Farrel's head squarely.

But now, without any ghosts strengthening his body and his strongest ghost being away from him, there was nothing enchanting his ordinary human skin.

The bullet that he could easily shrug off earlier had, at last, pierced through his skull.

Farrel, the strongest shaman on planet Earth, finally fell to the floor with a hole in his brain.