Chapter 124: Severed Hand Shattered: The Demon Buffet

Beyond that, why this severed hand appeared here, and who created it, remain unknown.

This familiar feeling—have I entered another plotline again?

Louis had this thought, but quickly snapped back to reality: no matter what plot, soil blocks water.

The top priority now is to find the severed hand—it will greatly aid me.

As Louis thought this, the phone rang again: “Young Master, we found her. She stabbed her father and is now driving toward the XX district… seems to be your school area. Purpose unclear—we’ve dispatched personnel to pursue.”

Louis checked the landmarks and realized he wasn’t far from the school district: “Yulenka, change course.”

“Understood.”

Yulenka’s eyes flickered with excitement; he yanked the steering wheel, and the entire car began to drift, moving at an absurd speed, barely brushing past other vehicles—extreme, utterly extreme!

Louis’s eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

“Did David uncle teach you this driving technique?!”

“It wasn’t Dad who taught me! I taught myself!”

Yulenka shouted.

He floored the accelerator.

Vrrrrm!!!

The furious engine roared like a beast, shooting forward like a bolt of lightning.

Louis swore this was a mad racer on Andre’s level—if he rode in Yulenka’s car again, he’d jump out right now!

Fortunately, Yulenka might have had some talent—he didn’t flip or crash, arriving smoothly at the target zone.

Louis immediately opened the door and dashed out without pause.

At this moment.

Mia had just entered the school gate, heading straight toward the fourth grade.

Nancy… Nancy…

Yes, like this—find her, and we’ll be together forever…

Her mother’s voice echoed in her ears.

Soon, she found her.

In the classroom, Nancy, in the final afternoon class, was packing up to leave; she should’ve left earlier, but today she’d been mentally drained and delayed.

Last night’s events still affected her—she’d felt headaches while sleeping, and… she’d forgotten some things before, but last night, fragmented memories returned.

But those fragments weren’t pleasant—bizarre, like a nightmare.

Something inside warned her it wasn’t good, not to probe further, and to find someone… but she couldn’t recall who. Perhaps she should visit a hospital during winter break.

At that moment, her phone rang. She answered—it was Rebecca, who’d left in a hurry after taking a call last night.

“Hey, Nancy, something urgent came up at my place—could you cover for me with a leave? Thanks.”

“Something happened? Leave’s fine, but what’s wrong at your place? Tell me—I’ll help if I can.”

“…My stepfather died suddenly two days ago. My brother’s acting strange, and even Mom seems off… never mind. I’ll call if I need you. Thanks.”

The call ended. Nancy shook her head. The student council leadership was falling apart—the president was an idiot, about to be ousted; the vice president’s family had issues, likely unavailable for a while; only she and Patricia remained.

By the way, had Patricia played that game last night? Nancy instinctively scanned the surroundings for Patricia.

Then a dark shadow burst in from the side.

Strong hands gripped her arms tightly—she couldn’t break free. She looked up and recognized the black female student who’d been the first to try the severed hand last night.

“Nancy, president, please, please, you helped so many people—help me, help me!”

Mia pleaded at Nancy.

Nancy was baffled: “Get up first.”

“Please, please.”

“What exactly do you want me to help with?”

Mia released her grip and immediately pulled the severed hand from her backpack: “This—just once, please. My mother…”

Before she could explain, Nancy saw the severed hand and recoiled instantly.

How is this thing here?!

Recalling what this person had said while possessed last night, Nancy immediately suspected the worst.

Her face paled as she stepped backward repeatedly.

In Mia’s ears, her mother’s voice grew frantic: Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! She’s right here—make her shake hands!

Tears streamed from Mia’s eyes, yet her movements were unnaturally swift as she lunged forward with the severed hand.

“Help me! Help me!”

“You were student president—you were popular, you’re a good person—help me! Help me!”

“Get lost!” Nancy snapped.

This person had malicious intent—she wasn’t a saint; why should she sacrifice herself for this one?

She even wanted to kick this person’s head open and see if there was water inside!

So shameless!

At that moment, the few students still in class were stunned, then quickly started taking photos; only Patricia rushed out immediately, trying to block the madwoman for Nancy.

Struggling, entangling, pleading…

Bang!

Nancy was no slouch in combat; she didn’t tangle with Mia, instead kicking her squarely in the chest, sending her to her knees, and simultaneously sending the ceramic severed hand flying!

The white severed hand soared through the air.

Beside Mia, her mother’s voice turned shrill, joined by countless chaotic, screaming voices: Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!

Too chaotic! It hurts!

Her brain trembled; tears and snot streamed down, her pupils spiraled inward like squinting eyes—the severed hand… seemed to have split into two?

Mia stretched her arm helplessly.

Bang! Crack!

The ceramic severed hand landed on the floor; cracks exploded outward from the impact point in an instant, then—shattered violently!

Shards of ceramic flew everywhere, revealing the withered arm inside.

The arm was dark brown, completely dried out, with yellowed bones visible—clearly dead for a long time.

At this moment, the withered arm seemed to trigger something.

The air turned abruptly icy; the lights flickered on and off; doors and windows began moving without wind, banging and clattering violently.

In an instant, everyone felt fear.

“That hand… is it… some kind of curse?”

“I remember—this hand is the spirit arm from last night.”

“Bitch! She brought this in and smashed it—is… is a demon here now?”

“Run!”

Too bad, the violently slamming doors and windows gave them no chance.

Gradually, blurry figures began appearing in the classroom—faces drenched in blood, half-headless, half-bodied, charred black, rotting with wriggling white maggots…

All gradually materialized.

“Oh! My God!”

“No! No! No!”

“Help! Save me!”

“…”

Everyone trembled, staring at this scene—the fear of the unknown.

Humanity’s instinctive reaction to the supernatural.

Click! Click!

A sudden, discordant creaking sound pierced the air, instantly drawing all eyes.

At the doorway, Louis punched the door into stillness, then stepped forward with steady, unshaken strides, glancing sideways at them before fixing his gaze on the demons rampaging inside the classroom.

In truth, calling them demons was generous—they were more like semi-demons in transition; otherwise, they wouldn’t need the severed hand’s power to manifest.

Still, a few were full demons.

And there are so many…

Louis couldn’t help licking his lips, eyes greedy: one, two, three…

It was just like a buffet—pay a fixed fee and eat your fill. Perfect!

Huh!

Sensing the intruder, the rampaging semi-demons surged toward him.

A demon with rotting flesh and writhing maggots reached Louis, mouth gaping wide—its tongue gone, replaced by countless tiny holes, some small creatures wriggling inside…

Disgusting!

Louis frowned sharply—these were manifestations of the demons’ corpses before or after death, soul imitations.

But the visual effect was still too revolting.

Not eating this one—destroy it.

Eyesore.

Huh~

A flash of Jin Guang, and before the evil spirit could even scream, it vanished completely.

Then, Louis didn’t care about the evil spirits’ shock—he opened his mouth and inhaled.

Hss~

A sudden suction erupted; Louis’s mouth became a vortex, a quicksand, a black hole…

All to absorb everything it could!

“Aaaahhhhh!!”

The evil spirits’ screams did not shake Louis’s composure in the slightest—he even found the sound pleasing, each scream a tally of gain!

I can finally complete my Qi Gong.

Soon, one after another, various evil spirits were sucked into that abyss-like mouth; some tried to flee, but too late—they had rushed in en masse, too close to escape.

They could only despair as they were dragged into the bottomless abyss.

Pop!

Finally, Louis stopped, licking his lips.

“Nineteen. Not bad.”

To be honest, evil spirits had no taste—like eating plain jelly with no sugar, utterly flavorless, though that was because they hadn’t been purified or processed yet.

I’ll deal with them when I get back; for now, let them sit in my stomach. First, let me see what this arm looks like that can summon half a dozen evil spirits.

Louis scanned the area.

Wait, there’s still one left.

His gaze suddenly halted on Mia, lying on the ground.

Indeed, there was still one—still one at the lowest rank of evil spirit.

“In my eyes, no fish escapes.”

(End of Chapter)