Han Bao

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


Demons Beside You

Chen Zhao thought that Pierce South had purposely gone to learn how Chinese people greet each other, but it sounds weird coming from a foreigner's mouth.

"Pierce, please get to the point. My time is precious."

"Chen, don't act like we're unfamiliar. After all, we'd gone through dangers and challenges together. I think we're friends now."

"Friend, please get to the point," Chen Zhao said impatiently.

Friend? Chen Zhao really didn't dare to be friends with an old fox like Pierce.

"I want to buy some things from you."

"That Chinese painting, the sailor's diary, and copper smoker."

Chen Zhao was surprised. He'd sold the smoker long ago and not for a low price either. The painting and diary were still laying in his spatial ring. Was there anything special about them?

The Story Starts With An Impotent King