Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 1579

"Your inner peace is at fault if you're so easily distracted by us."

"That's right. We drove away plenty of Dreambeast clones earlier! As soon as they awoke, they were controlled. What happens if the rest of them wake up and face the same thing? We're doing this for your sake."

"He's right!"

What they didn't mention was that the Dreambeast clones in Benedict and Wyatt's dreams were more vicious than any other they had encountered. As soon as they entered, they were kicked out. They simply couldn't compare to them.

Somehow, Mike thought the ghost lackeys made sense. Partially convinced, he couldn't help but feel helpless. "Then, what do we do? How on earth does the damn black smoke still control people?"

He wasn't good at combat, and neither was Rhodes, as much as he seemed burly in his human form. Even if they were, they couldn't defeat a crowd of opponents alone, never mind the fact that they were from the Black Smoke Organization.

While Mike hesitated, Rhodes suddenly said, "I don't think they're controlled by the black smoke."

He then transformed into his true form. His long, big ears perked up, and after taking a good listen, he confidently stated, "There's a voice within the black smoke. I bet the people are being controlled by that voice."

"A voice?" Mike was caught off guard. "So, does that mean we can wake them up if another sound covers that voice?"

A ghost lackey at the side chimed in. "Theoretically, yes, but usually, it takes more than regular sounds to cover the cursed voice empowered by dark arts."

Another ghost lackey was ready to echo when they suddenly saw Mike pull out a singing bowl from his backpack. Immediately, the ghost lackey felt intrigued by it. "Why do you have a singing bowl with you?"

Mike replied, "I do cleansing rituals for people once in a while."

In reality, he practiced it as a means to earn money from the esoteric hobbyists.

The two ghost lackeys within the array, standing too close, were immediately knocked off their feet by the force of the vibrations.

As for those originally controlled by the black smoke, the haunting, soul-shaking resonance of the singing bowl snapped them back to consciousness. They clutched their ears, realizing the eerie black smoke surrounding them, and instinctively fled in panic.

On the other side of the black smoke, the man hidden within it instinctively covered his ears, his expression twisted and dark.

"What the hell is going on? What spell is it this time?" he cursed, subsequently feeling a rush of negative energy behind his back.

His body froze, and as he slowly turned around, he saw the tall, imposing figure of the Ghost King almost shrouding him.

The Ghost King stared at the man, and after a long while, he slowly piped up. "Who dares to summon me, the mighty me, to this place…"