Chapter 766

When Timothy appeared, his ghostly costume transformed him into the image of a vengeful spirit, as if summoned from the depths of hell. His voice was cold and haunting as he sneered, "I heard you're fools. And fools are my favorite to play with." Soon, the hallway came alive with sinister movements—figures crawling, limping, and leaping—making their way toward the room. Behind them lingered the inescapable nightmares with the chilling cry of a baby, while in front of them stood a group of terrifying figures approaching. Terence was the first to crack. He collapsed to his knees and wailed, "I'm not insane! I'm not insane! Ahhh!" A fleeting glance from Timothy sent Henry sprawling to the ground, trembling. "Help me! Someone, please!" he screamed. James was about to send people to drag the father-and-son duo out, but Oliver raised a hand to stop him. "Take this opportunity and have Timothy find out who they were apologizing to earlier." James nodded, quickly fetching his