"Containment: Jeepers Creepers"
"Abilities: Bat Wings, Slumber, High Temperature Tolerance, DNA Repair, Immune Regulation, Undying Body (Incomplete)"
"Comment: This is an unkillable Jeepers Creepers."
Undying Body (Incomplete): Immune to high temperatures, consumes stamina for super-speed regeneration.
DNA Repair: "Rapid cell renewal."
Slumber: "Body enters a state of suspended animation, lasting ten to twenty years."
Bat Wings: "Enters high-speed flight mode."
High Temperature Tolerance: "Constant body temperature naturally inhibits viral replication."
Immune Regulation: "Immune system continuously activated, but not overreacting, achieving viral coexistence."
After reading all the abilities, John realized his initial thoughts were too obvious; this Undying Body was actually different.
Among the other abilities, Immune Regulation and High Temperature Tolerance were good, but not essential.
Slumber and DNA Repair were average, only useful in specific environments.
The Undying Body was quite good.
But what he was most satisfied with was the Bat Wings.
After all, who could refuse single-target high-speed flight?
No matter where it was, high altitudes could always avoid most dangers.
The only pity was that the Bat Wings were somewhat ugly, not just generally ugly, even worse than a vampire.
As soon as he appeared, he would be treated as evil.
If it were a Fallen Angel, it would be perfect. Of course, he was just thinking about it; a Fallen Angel was completely beyond his current capabilities.
Even a regular angel would be tough.
"Extract."
John didn't hesitate and immediately performed an instant extraction.
"Ability Extracted: Undying Body (Incomplete)."
That felt good. After so many extractions, John finally got what he wished for.
Although it wasn't Bat Wings, combining it with Plum Blossom Four could still achieve flight, it would just waste a combat power.
The Undying Body greatly increased John's ability to take risks. From now on, in certain events, he could be a bit bolder and wouldn't need to constantly fuse with a containment item for self-preservation.
"Knock, knock, knock."
John heard the knocking, put on his pants, got out of bed, opened the door, and looked.
Expressionless, he immediately closed the door again.
Could Daley really…
"Knock, knock, knock."
John had made up his mind: since Daley was afraid to sleep alone, he would just let the Terrifier accompany Daley for a night.
"Click."
"Daley, you… Trish?"
"Hi, John, do you mind if I come in and sit?" Trish's face was rosy, her skin after bathing was like a freshly bloomed peach, tender and dewy, and her golden hair was casually scattered over her shoulders, faintly revealing water droplets sliding down her skin into the deep whiteness.
Looking at her, she must have just finished showering; her hair wasn't even dry.
"I don't mind." John stepped aside. He was a little curious why Trish would come over so late at night.
Before John could speak, Trish proactively explained why she was in John's room.
It turned out that Daley, to prove he wasn't lying, actually called the police station just to prove he wasn't lying.
He even searched for information online.
And indeed, he found something. It was from those bystanders who had filmed and uploaded it online earlier.
However, these videos were only circulated within a small circle, and soon after, even the websites that uploaded them were urgently shut down.
Upon seeing all the evidence, Trish finally believed.
She came here, firstly, to thank him, and secondly, that video of the Jeepers Creepers was somewhat terrifying…
Thirdly, of course, she was tempted.
No one said only men could be tempted by women; this matter was reciprocal. Although John was Asian, he had fair skin and a look that was popular in Europe and America.
Just like John(2nd John) Lone back then, but he was even more refined.
"Daley said that Jeepers Creepers was expelled by you, is that true?"
John: "Strictly speaking, it's containment, not expulsion."
Saying containment should be fine. The Warren couple brought all the sealed evil back home; in a sense, that was also containment, except John carried it with him.
Trish asked curiously.
"Is there a difference?"
"No difference."
There was a big difference, but if he really explained it, Trish would probably be even more scared, so John didn't say.
Trish chatted with John for a few more minutes, and just as John was getting impatient, she shyly asked a question.
"Jhon, do you have a girlfriend?"
How long had it been since John heard such a subtle question? Since he met women here, they usually went straight to the point; whether he had a girlfriend seemed unimportant to them.
"About this question, I think we just met yesterday, didn't we?"
Trish said, "Then let's get to know each other first?"
She was already an adult and could have a normal boyfriend. Of course, when she saw a man she liked, she had to ask.
John: "What if I say I have a girlfriend?"
"Is your relationship good? Do you mind if I compete fairly with her?"
If it were someone else, Trish might not ask like this, but John's handsomeness and his status as the owner of Collingwood Manor made it very worthwhile.
Well, John was completely overthinking it; there was no subtlety at all.
John remembered that at first, he didn't want to be a scumbag, but the temptations he faced were too many.
Trish leaned in and asked curiously.
"I heard that Asian guys are very subtle, is that true?"
"It depends on the person." John knew that a certain group didn't have subtlety at all; routinely calling someone 'mom' was normal operation. Anyway, John couldn't bring himself to say it.
Trish: "So, are you?"
"Haven't you already experienced whether I am or not?" John was referring to the time in the hotel when he picked lotus seeds.
Trish also thought of it, and her face became even rosier.
"Trish, if you're scared…" John tentatively asked.
Who would want to lie on a hard board alone when they could sleep embracing a golden-haired big sister?
Trish hummed, and John took it as her agreement. He turned off the light, directly wrapped his arm around Trish's waist, and slipped into the covers.
There was no need for so much beating around the bush here.
In the dark.
John lowered his head and kissed Trish's tender lips. They intertwined, Trish's calves unconsciously hooked around John's leg, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan.
But just as John was about to charge, Trish said something that made John go numb.
John temporarily had no desire for a bloody battle; after all, he usually didn't watch the bizarre section…
Trish's thigh slipped, and she chuckled.
"Darling, are you very uncomfortable?"
"What do you think?" John felt like he could lift the Earth.
Trish hid under the covers, then gave her answer.
"Very… impressive."
…
The next morning.
Trish clung to John like an octopus, and John felt a little breathless. The moment he opened his eyes, he was pressed into softness.
He patted her, having no choice but to wake Trish up.
As soon as the woman woke up, she tried to kiss John, who instinctively tilted his head.
"What are you doing?" Trish obviously knew the reason and rolled her eyes at John, pouting.
"And I yesterday…"
What could John say? Any man probably wouldn't want that. He had thought Trish would retreat in the face of difficulty.
Unexpectedly, Trish took advantage of being on top and, when John squinted and wasn't paying attention, directly ambushed him with a kiss.
John: "Σ (° △ ° |||)"
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