Just as John Sullivan was painfully recalling his meager experience from reading detective novels or playing mystery games, the system thoughtfully provided a prompt: [Detected that your progress has stalled. Would you like to spend 100B points to activate Easy Mode?]

John Sullivan: "Damn, if you had Easy Mode, why didn’t you say so earlier! Turn it on, turn it on!"

His gaze fixed on the "Yes" option for three seconds. Once the option turned green, it disappeared. Then, a certain aura made goosebumps crawl all over his back.

Such a strong demonic aura!

It’s as if it’s afraid people won’t find the target!

Easy Mode, you truly live up to your name!

John Sullivan felt no shame at all for using Easy Mode, and cheerfully followed the direction where the demonic aura spread. After five hundred steps, he gradually veered away from the city area and arrived in front of an abandoned, desolate house.

No doubt, this is the place! Look at those ghastly white paper lanterns, look at that dilapidated main gate! It’s a textbook haunted house, isn’t it!

John Sullivan adjusted his expression and instructed the silent Charles Clark, who had been following him all the way: "Go back to the Chen residence, notify James Reed, bring all the magical artifacts and your fellow disciples, and come here together."

Charles Clark was just about to respond when his pupils suddenly contracted. John Sullivan saw him staring straight behind him and knew something was wrong, but it was already too late—a gust of cold wind swept by, and the main door banged open.

"Master, Master, wake up!"

John Sullivan really did wake up.

Upon waking, he saw Charles Clark looking anxious, tightly bound on the opposite side. It seemed he had been watching the sleeping John Sullivan the whole time. Seeing John Sullivan awake, he seemed relieved, his eyes brightened, and he called out "Master" again.

And Grace Hill was tied up with him, also crying out with a miserable face, "Master."

John Sullivan felt a bit dizzy, not sure if that demonic creature’s weird spray had any aftereffects.

He was in a very bad mood.

This Easy Mode really is simple and crude! It just delivered him straight into the little boss’s hands!

Worst of all, the dignified master of Qingjing Peak was actually defeated by a little boss in front of his disciples! So, as soon as he woke up, the system gave a harsh prompt: [OOC, B points -50.]

He had just spent 100B points to activate Easy Mode, and in the blink of an eye, another 50B points were deducted. How could he not feel the pain? Originally, with John Sullivan’s full strength, dealing with a demonic creature would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. The shameful part is, the sledgehammer didn’t even crack the nut!

Very soon, he discovered something that made him feel even worse.

He felt something was off with his body—cold, and with a faint pain. Looking down, he almost blurted out a curse.

He! Was! Stripped! Naked!

Author’s note:

☆、No mercy for the male lead (bug catching)

Although it was only his upper body that was stripped, it was shocking enough.

John Sullivan is, after all, a grandmaster! This image of him lying on the ground, upper body bare, wearing only pants and white boots, tightly bound at the limbs with thin hemp rope—what the hell is this! He looked just like a pretty boy caught in the act, no wonder the system deducted so many points!

John Sullivan’s face alternated between red and white. He wanted to dig a hole in the ground with his sword and bury himself for a while, but his sword had also vanished without a trace.

No wonder Charles Clark seemed a bit embarrassed just now. He must be thinking, after seeing John Sullivan in such a sorry state, he’ll definitely get a harsh payback later.

Grace Hill whimpered, "Master, you’re finally awake. Yingying was so scared..."

Scared? If you’re scared, then don’t run around, little sister! John Sullivan was helpless.

At this moment, a strange, cackling laugh came from behind.

A black figure emerged from the darkness.

"What so-called great master from Cangqiong Mountain Sect, turns out to be nothing special. If all the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, which claims to be the number one sect in the world, are like this, the demon realm will conquer the human realm in no time." With that, another burst of wild laughter.

The other party’s head and face were covered with black gauze, and the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if the throat had been ruined by opium smoke.

John Sullivan narrowed his eyes, "Skinner?"

"The famous Xiuyajian has fallen into my hands today, how satisfying! John Sullivan, oh John Sullivan. Rack your brains as you might, you’ll never guess who I am!"

John Sullivan said, "What’s so hard to guess about that?"

Skinner: "..."

John Sullivan: "You’re Daisy, aren’t you."

Skinner: "..." She ripped off the black veil in agitation and shouted, "Impossible! How did you guess!"

John Sullivan was speechless.

Could he say, do you think I’m blind? Can’t I tell by your figure? The first thing a man notices is the figure—curves in all the right places, a slender waist, definitely a woman. And this nouveau riche style of decor, you don’t see that just anywhere. You think I don’t know I’ve already been brought back to the Chen residence? There are many women in the Chen residence, but I’ve only met a few, and the only one whose name I know is Daisy. If you want me to guess, of course I can only guess Daisy. I don’t even know the names of the others, how could I guess them? Who knew I’d get it right? Who knew you’d be so impatient, not even bothering to deny it, just ripping off your mysterious veil!

Could he say that? Could he?!

If he explained the above reasoning process, he’d definitely be judged OOC. So he could only keep it vague, suffering and complaining in his heart.