The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 220: Fifth Sister, Why Are You Digging Up Graves?!

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Chapter 220 - 220: Fifth Sister, Why Are You Digging Up Graves?!

It had been a week since they returned to the State of New York.

Still, there was no sign of the fifth sister.

John had been living a leisurely life. Every night, his cold and distant eldest sister challenged him again—something that had become strangely routine.

And every time, she ended up being carried into the bathroom.

He had to admit one thing though—Queenie's willpower was steadily increasing.

In the beginning, she could only last around fifteen minutes with his "help." Now, she could endure for over twenty.

At least she was doing better than Alice.

As for John's classes at Providence College, they had evolved from the fixed Tuesday-Thursday schedule into a "whenever he shows up" situation.

As long as the school announced a class session the day before, students would pack the classroom by the next evening without fail.

One day, a few strange patients showed up at the Feazer Medical Clinic.

Both Tracy and Holbrook examined them, but neither could make any progress—their treatments had no effect, and they couldn't determine the cause of the illness.

As soon as John heard, he rushed over to the clinic.

The moment he saw them, he noticed something the others hadn't: a faint layer of blue-purple evil energy lingering around their eyebrows.

That was the true source of their discomfort.

Ordinary medicine and acupuncture were useless against this kind of malevolent energy.

John had no choice but to use his own methods to dispel the evil spirit.

After carefully questioning the patients, he discovered that they were all from Brook Village, and all of them had started feeling sick shortly after drinking the local mountain spring water.

That settled it—John decided to investigate the village himself.

Brook Village was tucked away in the southernmost part of the State of New York, nestled between green mountains untouched by modern industry.

Its residents had been drinking straight from the spring for generations without issue.

But now, something had changed.

Lately, anyone who drank from the spring had begun experiencing unusual symptoms—fatigue, nausea, headaches. Something was clearly wrong.

After gathering enough information, John ventured into the mountains alone.

He followed the winding river upstream, deeper and deeper, until he finally stumbled upon a cave near the source of the spring.

From inside, a heavy evil aura was seeping out—thick and oppressive.

That had to be it.

Activating his Lucifer's Eyes, John peered into the darkness, focusing on the area where the evil aura was most concentrated.

Then, he spotted something glowing dimly in the stream that flowed through the cave.

A Demon Spirit Device!

That was the source of the corruption. John was certain.

Just as he was about to step inside and retrieve it, a figure darted out from the other side of the cave, snatched the device, and turned to flee.

Even though the lighting inside the cave was minimal—like a dark subway tunnel—John could still make out her face thanks to his Lucifer's Eyes.

His heart jumped.

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"Fifth Sister!"

The figure froze mid-step, her expression stunned. She turned slowly and looked out of the cave, clearly puzzled.

John's voice rang out again. "Fifth Sister, it's me—John!"

"John?"

She blinked, stepping cautiously forward. When she saw his face clearly, her eyes lit up.

"It really is you," she said with a soft smile. "I thought some bad guy was trying to snatch the treasure from me!"

John tilted his head.

Her reaction didn't seem right.

She was happy, sure—but way too calm.

When Fourth Sister saw him, she had practically tackled him with joy, screaming like a banshee and hugging his neck.

Fifth Sister, on the other hand, looked like she just ran into an old classmate.

Still, John didn't bring it up. Instead, he stared at her dusty face and asked suspiciously, "Fifth Sister, why are you covered in dirt?"

Angela, like all his sisters, was stunning—on par with Queenie, Tracy, and the others. Their beauty was simply too close to call; only their temperaments set them apart.

Angela's features were refined and elegant, but right now... she looked like she'd just crawled out of a chimney.

"Haha, if you had just crawled out of a tomb, you'd look worse than me," she joked.

She bent down by a nearby pool of water and started washing her face.

After a few rinses, the dust was gone—and her beauty fully revealed.

John blinked. "You're such a pretty girl. Why on earth would you do that to your face? Wait... what did you just say? Come out of a tomb?"

It took a second, but then the realization hit him.

"Fifth Sister, are you insane? Are you out here digging up ancestral graves?!"

Angela gave him a look of exaggerated innocence. "What nonsense are you talking about, John? These were unmarked graves—no owners. I'm not doing anything bad!"

"I'm just collecting Demon Spirit Devices," she added matter-of-factly.

She shot him a small glare for accusing her of grave robbing.

Then she paused, as if remembering something.

"Wait... haven't you already been brought to a tomb by my master's brother?"