Chapter 864

If this continued, the self-destruction would likely not even produce sparks. Taggart stared at Chase with hatred.

"What the hell did you do?" he demanded.

Chase yanked the dagger from Taggart's chest, and the blade flashed cold without a trace of blood.

He untangled Taggart's hands from himself, not bothering to answer. There was no point explaining to a dead man.

Within moments, Taggart's body rapidly withered. A gleaming golden bug leaped from the desiccated corpse, flying toward Chase. Even Chase was momentarily startled, fearing it might attack him.

However, sensing a familiar aura on Chase, the Golden Voodoo Silkworm curled up in his palm without any resistance.

Chase realized this was not the time to ponder the situation. He quietly opened the door, peered outside, and slipped away.

He hastened toward the cottage, eager to reunite with Quinn now that he had the Golden Voodoo Silkworm. Half an hour later, he arrived at the cottage door.

"Miss Jones, open the door! I'm bac