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Ghost mother: If you already have a woman of your own shouldn't she be your main concern considering the fact that you are so young and she is extremely beautiful aren't you afraid by turning your eyes to another that you may lose what you already have?

Me: No, in fact I'm ensuring our relationship is secure by reaching out to women like you because I grow stronger when I have more women with me

The ghost mother looked carefully at me trying to find the deception in my words but found nothing before she seemed to come to a conclusion in her mind.

Ghost mother: Alright I'll trust you but what am supposed to do with him?

She indicated to the whimpering mess pinned to the wall

Me: Well that all depends on who he is and what he is worth now doesn't it?

pinned man: I am pseudo Saint Jericho of the Clark family please get me out of here!

A Saint is someone with unique hero power that is extremely beneficial outside of combat such as crafting treasures, healing, predicting the future etc. A pseudo Saint is someone who is a relative of a Saint and may possess the gene for it. The Clark family is a particularly well known Saint family that produces some of the best healers.

Me: Would if I could but you saw me and my unique secret plus the fact that like you said are part of the Clark family they would definitely silence me to hide the fact that you were here and the fact that they haven't come to retrieve you means that they don't know where you are if you just kept your mouth shut and pretended to not be aware I would have probably spared you after figuring out your identity but now... well I think you know

Jericho: No please I'll give whatever you want, my family doesn't need to know I was here, I could pretend I didn't hear or see anything you don't have to do this!

I carefully checked his body over to see if he had some sort of artifact or device that would transmit info upon death or marked the killer in some kind of way like they had in the cultivation world those were a pain in the ass to deal with the whole time Jericho continued with his pointless begging and pleading hoping to change an already certain outcome you don't become a successful demonic cultivator by leaving loose ends.

When Jericho finally realized that he couldn't make me change mind he tried to threatening me with the hopes that he could cow me in to submission rather than wait for him to travel through the rest of the steps before he accepted the inevitable I used my demonic power to gather some of the corpse energy into my hand condensing it to about the size of a marble then shoved it in his mouth mid rant forcing him to swallow it.

Fun fact corpse energy can't naturally coexist in the body of a living person so unless one has a unique physique or a cultivation technique that utilizes corpse energy it would rot a person from the inside out as the body broke down combating against the malicious energy until the either side was eliminated or both became completely exhausted leading to death.

[feel free to skip the next paragraph if you're squimish as it might be disturbing]

At first he seemed to be completely fine which made me wonder if I miscalculated his vitality to the amount of corpse energy that I forced into his body as I pretty sure that he doesn't a physique to allow him to process the corpse energy but then black veins started to appear all over his body as he began screaming and vomiting black sludge as his hair began to fall off his head teeth fell from his mouth his skin began to peel in large fleshy chunks exposing the rot underneath by the end nothing of the man remained.

[OK your safe now]

With Jericho disposed of I returned my attention back to the ghost mother and Foxy

Me: Now that problem has been taken care of I think that its best if we collect whatever valuables we can find within this shit hole before we leave here for good.

Foxy: Hey! Foxy Floozies wasn't that bad!

Me: Dear it is a literal slavers den I personally don't care but I am certain that your mother would want better for you and the rest of her daughters