In a luxuriously furnished hourly room,
Nash sat on the edge of the large bed, continuously relaxing his mind through deep breaths, trying his best to adjust his own state, trying his best to recall his essence as a parasite.
"Boss William, should I take a bath first?
Although I have already bathed many times when I left the circus, scrubbing clean every part of my body.
But I accidentally fell into sandy ground just now, and after walking for a while, my body might be slightly dirty, which might not be too good for parasitizing in your brain."
Leaning against the door, William sent out waves of perception, realizing the entire hostel was now empty, "It doesn't matter. Don't worry about being clean~ Speaking of which, Nash, you've got quite the reputation. These people are really scared of you.
How many people have you killed in the past to make them so afraid?"
Nash's scattered eyes swiveled back and forth, as if carefully calculating.
