The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622 Find the Original Body 

Wynter raised the iron rod. “Are you, a Foplya wooden doll, claiming to be God? Sorry, it seems that our textbooks on mythology don’t match. And I don’t play with dolls, nor do I wish to become your slave. 

“I just have one question. Will you expel the spirits you’ve swallowed, or do I have to beat them out of you? 

As Wynter said that, she had already bitten her finger. She smeared the blood along the iron rod, infusing it with her power. 

Gabby’s eyes narrowed as she noticed Wynter’s defiance. An intense resentment flared in her gaze. It was pure malice. 

“You Cascadians really like to do things the hard way. Since you won’t submit, stay and keep me company. Your body is much more suitable for me. The blood of a cultivator smells better.” 

Gabby licked her lips, and suddenly, she vanished. 

Gabby was not a lingering spirit. Once she left her shell, it would immediately perish. The little boy earlier 

was nothing more than a remnant. 

The entire laboratory echoed with Gabby’s chilling and sinister laughter. She was chanting curses in 

Foplyanese. 

Instantly, the spirits turned into ghosts. Nearly 100 children with empty eyes outstretched their hands, all 

targeting Wynter. 

Among them was Nixon’s semi–transparent figure. 

Gabby’s voice echoed. “Aren’t you very capable? Then kill these spirits. Only by killing them all can you 

truly defeat me. 

“If I’m not mistaken, you aren’t even from this world. Your spells can only unleash a fraction of their power 

here, right? 

“If you want to survive, you just need to destroy them completely! Hahaha! I love watching Cascadians kill 

each other. 

“During classes, their children would harm each other just for some extra food. Don’t disappoint me. Start 

killing!” 

Her laughter was like a demonic chant, resonating in Wynter’s ears. 

Standing in the center, she gripped the iron rod with the purple sugilite pendant on her wrist. The lucky token could only hold off the spirits for a while. Eventually, they would reach her. 

Ordinary spirits were one thing, but these children had been murdered and left unburied. Their resentment 

would drag Wynter into an abyss of despair. 

Just then, Wynter recalled some legends she had read online about Foplya dolls.