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That defiant attitude seemed to be the last thing that I could do, because I immediately vomited a blood puddle right at the moment I came to the intended location. “Ugh… Ugh…” My hand covered the mouth, but the blood didn’t stop overflowing. It moved along my fingers, dying them a freaky red color, then dropped in a fleck of crimson blood on the ground. Everything in front of my eyes was spinning now. It was hard for me to stand still. Both my legs were trembling—a sign showing that I couldn’t use magic for a really long time—and if I did magic once again, it would be the final time in my life. I let my back lean against the cold wall, staying for a while until I didn’t see any blood pouring from my mouth. It took time, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let Diederich arrest me, for all the reasons. First one, I had no time to sit in jail, waiting for someone to come and claim that I was damn innocent, while the devil was running out there and Phuong Ch

Chapter 22 (rewritten)

Tale of the Devil Raiser/loveforever

But when Austin had said nothing yet, one of those evil spirits suddenly shouted out with the voice heard like lots of different tones echoed then mixed in a potion of fear. “Run! Run now!” That weird voice turned my head back. I watched those dead souls trying to escape in all the directions. Their figures flickered like flashes, some just drowning themselves in the dark or disappearing in the smoke's way with the rapid pace. And when I was aware of what was going on, there was just an empty place left in front of my eyes, as if those cannibal spirits had never come. “Hmph? Running away?” As a habit, I narrowed my eyes to see clearer. But not so long after that, I recognized I was seeing with my own eyes, which were completely blind in the dark, not the ability I always got from Anne. Everything was pure black, and if I left it there in my mind, it must be the buzzing sound in my ears. The situation of the dead souls hunting us devil raisers was quite

Chapter 23 (rewritten)

Tale of the Devil Raiser/loveforever

Since we were born with the ability to feel the dead in such an obvious style, spirit speed was a basic standard for us to evaluate their demonic power. Or, briefly speaking, their ‘ranks’.There were plenty of ways to determine how strong a spirit was, such as the way it attacked you, its understanding of its own death, or the lust. But all of them were time-consuming and inefficient as hell, especially for the investigators like me. You know, in a case where the victim still waited for help, who would let you spend all day long asking those spirits about that? Then checking their physical features was another solution, and one way was judging their speed.It was the academic knowledge for young devil raisers. And after years of learning with effort, I can summarize it in one sentence: the faster they were, the stronger they were.Read more

Chapter 24

Tale of the Devil Raiser/loveforever

Finally, I chose to release all of those spirits. After getting ‘tortured’ by Phuong Chi's tentacles, they were all scared like hell. They begged me for my forgiveness, promising that they would never tell anyone that I used to get there. And of course, they cried in such a fearful and freaky way that spirits usually did, and for short description, that sound made me get goosebumps.In normal cases, I wouldn't trust them. Our Vietnamese had a whole saying ‘devils first, ghosts are second, and the third are students’ to tell about the mischievousness. It's silly to believe in those who used to want to eat you up. But this case was completely different, so I just let them go. “Why do you release them? They might have consumed you, devil raiser.” Looking at those cannibal spirits flying away like rockets, Phuong Chi reached out her limbs to cover my neck, saying with a regretful tone.“I am Xavier, you can call me by

Chapter 25

Tale of the Devil Raiser/loveforever

I had never known that the girl who was my fated fiancee could be this rich.Her house, or mansion for detail, was in the luxurious District One, with the outer decoration wasn’t lower than the most beautiful constructions I had seen in New York, Paris or London. Its historical-like beauty hid behind the huge closed gate, which was about three meters high and gave me the feeling of a cage, a beauteous one for the rare, precious birds only. I didn’t know if it was a personal hobby, but in a devil raiser’s opinion, I could tell you this: they shouldn’t have made the gate too high like this one.According to Phuong Chi’s guide, I came to the right location in just ten minutes. Then I stood in front of the mansion, being invisible before the workers—who were walking back and forth in the garden with a serious expression on their faces, looking up at the glass windows and asking for Phuong Chi without turning back.“Is this your house?” My eyes rolled around, glancing at the garden. I once

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