"As if. You've lost your body. You're just scared of death. Now that you're only a spirit, you can never be a Saint." Nox sneered, and then he went quiet. His lips curled. "Sorry, you could never be a Saint anyway."Black Demise was stunned. 'Saint? What's he talking about?' he wondered."Not important," said Nox. "Now you can die."His palm was about to land, and Black Demise couldn't hold up his pride anymore. He prostrated himself and pleaded, "Nine-State Lord, I know about the Mousses' secret! I can be useful! I'll be more loyal than Harley…"Nox slapped him out of existence. Black Demise's spirit was no more. White Tiger had finished devouring White Death, and he leaped over to Nox. "Why did you kill him, milord?" he asked."Oh, using schemes now, are we? Well, he was useless. The Killer Duo was a nobody among the Mousses. The secrets he knew would be of no use to me," said Nox to himself."Uh, I was going to devour him, actually." White Tiger scratched his head. He wasn't g
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