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Mrs. Wells loved her son dearly; Jack Wells was her pride and joy.

"Okay, okay, my Mamá."

Jack Wells, a burly man with a "ginkgo topknot," quickly agreed, looking like a dutiful mama's boy.

But he is certainly not a mama's boy. It's just that because of his family, he is willing to go along with his mother more. This is love, and it is the most important thing.

"Then we won't disturb you any longer. Please enjoy your time with the wolves."

Mrs. Wells smiled, nodded to Ke Ling, and then turned and left.

"Yes, Wild Wolf's wine will definitely not disappoint you, because it is filled with Mrs. Wells' love, haha."

Jack Wells turned around, smiled, and gave Ke Ling a thumbs-up, exaggerating the gesture. Mrs. Wells shook her head with a helpless smile, creating a very harmonious scene.

"Please mix me a drink."

Looking at this harmonious scene, Ke Ling spoke up with a smile on her face.

"Oh? How do I adjust it?"

Jack Wells' interest was piqued; as the "young bartender" of the Wild Wolf Bar, he also knew a thing or two about bartending.

"A vodka, on the rocks, lime juice, ginger beer. Oh, and most importantly, some of the love you mentioned."

Ke Ling smiled and explained how to mix the drink, and he saw Jack Wells' eyes light up immediately.

"You have great taste, bro. Even though you look weird, I'm starting to like you."

Jack Wells is quite direct; he had already criticized Ke Ling's image when they were at the bar entrance.

"But Mrs. Wells has to mix your drink, because I won't give you my love! Haha."

Jack Wells found it funny after he finished speaking and kept laughing, which left Mrs. Wells both amused and exasperated.

"Don't mind him, kid, he's had too much to drink."

Mrs. Wells smiled and shook her head, explaining to Ke Ling that she didn't want others to misunderstand her son.

"Of course, Jack is not bad."

Ke Ling shook his head. Of course he didn't care. Even without the filter, his impression of Jack Wells was still pretty good so far.

When people are drunk, they are most likely to amplify their emotions and reveal their true nature.

The fact that Jack Wells immediately warned him to be careful and even came to his rescue shows that Jack Wells is indeed not a bad person.

As for the fact that Jack Wells would find this cocktail recipe tasteful, that's only natural.

After all, the cocktail recipe is named "Jack Wells," and it was created by Jack Wells himself.

Mrs. Wells pulled the ever-laughing Jack Wells away, but a short while later, Jack Wells returned, carrying wine and clothes.

"Here you go, Mrs. Wells's special cocktail, and this, the love you wanted. Try it on to see if it fits."

Jack Wells placed the cocktail on the table and then handed Ke Ling the clothes, which were similar in style to his own.

"Uh, thank you."

Ke Ling hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes. To be honest, he really needed to change his clothes.

"Go to the back and wash up and change. I just said you look like you've been pulled out of a pool of blood."

Jack Wells urged, as he felt genuinely uncomfortable with the smell of blood, though the main reason for his discomfort was that he had drunk too much alcohol.

Ke Ling got up decisively. He had only planned to rest here for a while, but it would be even better if he could wash up and change into clean clothes.

Since being hit by a truck and thrown through the air, Ke Ling has not taken a shower or changed her clothes; she has only washed herself with snow.

Ke Ling had previously complained about the homeless man's clothes, but if this continued for a few more days, it would be the homeless men's turn to complain about his strong odor, which was practically pickled in blood.

"That's right. Come with me. Oh, my name is Jack Wells. What's yours?"

Jack Wells walked ahead, preparing to take Ke Ling to wash up, and asked as he walked.

"Ke Ling".

Ke Ling gave a brief reply, and then Jack Wells immediately snapped his fingers and took over the conversation.

"I know, you're from the Celestial Empire, so I should call you Ling, right? Ke is your surname."

Jack Wells spoke with great confidence and an air of "I know it all."

"Just call me Ke Ling."

Ke Ling immediately scoffed, "I don't want people to keep calling me 'Ling,' it sounds so awkward. In my memory, Dan's name is rarely called that."

"Of course, I'll listen to you."

Jack Wells shrugged. "Of course, such matters should be handled with full respect for the wishes of the person involved."

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Chapter 14 Prosthetic Body

Jack Wells led Ke Ling to the cleaning area; the Wild Wolf Bar had a designated rest area with showers.

After a long time, Ke Ling finally took a shower, and the feeling was incredibly refreshing.

After washing herself clean, Ke Ling stood in front of the mirror and saw her current appearance for the first time.

The goat horns on his head were so conspicuous that he looked exactly like Azazel reincarnated. Coupled with the eerie markings on his body, it's no wonder that people would misunderstand him.

"It seems there's another demand."

Ke Ling felt somewhat helpless; he desperately needed "skill optimization points" right now.

"Fear of light," "cannibalism," and "appearance"—there are indeed many areas that need improvement.

Ke Ling picked up the clothes Jack Wells had given her, tried them on, and found them a little tight and not quite a good fit.

Unfortunately, Jack Wells is already considered quite strong, but compared to Ke Ling now, he's still a bit lacking.

"It'll do, but it's better than what we had before."

At this time, Ke Ling didn't have so many trivial matters. Didn't he still run around everywhere wearing that tattered, blood-stained outfit before?

This outfit is at least complete and clean, and it even has some design elements. Besides, it was given to me by someone else, so I can't ask for more.

After changing his clothes, Ke Ling came out of the bathroom. The only inconvenience he felt was that he had to bend over when passing through the doorway.

With the goat horns on his head, he is now more than two meters tall, and he definitely can't get through the doorway without bowing his head.

Actually, it's mainly because the goat's horns are long; Ke Ling's own height isn't that exaggerated, otherwise she wouldn't be able to wear Jack Wells' clothes.

"I never thought I would have this kind of trouble one day."

Ke Ling complained, "But we have to get used to it gradually. Otherwise, if we get stuck in the corner while escaping, it won't just be a funny situation."

"Ke Ling, brother, are you injured? Your face is so pale, there's no color in it at all."

When he saw Ke Ling come out, Jack Wells was taken aback for a moment, and then he asked.

Previously, Ke Ling was covered in blood, so it wasn't very noticeable, but now that the bloodstains have been cleaned up, they are immediately apparent.

Despite being physically strong, he was pale and looked like he was seriously ill and about to die, which was very strange.

"No injuries."

Ke Ling shook his head. He had actually suffered quite a few injuries, some of them fatal, but he had long since recovered.

"Just consider it a side effect of haphazardly modifying your body."

Ke Ling made up an excuse and got away with it. In this world, it was perfectly acceptable for him to say that; at least others would believe him.

"You people are really bold, daring to drink all sorts of weird hormones and even adding animal organs to your bodies."

Jack Wells couldn't help but gasp. He certainly wouldn't dare. He could accept getting a prosthetic body, at least he knew what the prosthetic body's functions were.

But who the hell knows what kind of thing will end up with these hormone-drinking, animal organ transplants, and genetic modifications?

The first hurdle is the rejection reaction. In Jack Wells' view, anyone who dares to mess with these things on themselves must be a ruthless person.

"Thank you for the clothes. How much did they cost?"

Ke Ling didn't respond, but changed the subject. Less is more; he wasn't really part of the "Animal Gang."

"Mrs. Wells' love is priceless; money can't buy it. But I'm giving it to you for free."

Jack Wells said with a laugh that he was indeed a very interesting guy and easy to get along with.

"Thanks."

Ke Ling didn't say anything more. After all, it was someone's good intention, and there was no need to keep measuring its value in terms of money; that would be too vulgar.

Of course, the most crucial point is that he didn't actually have much money on him.

The money they swindled from those two cleaners wasn't much, and it would be a bit embarrassing if it wasn't even enough to pay for the drinks later.

Ke Ling couldn't help but think of a saying, "Free things are the most expensive." Now that she had accepted the Wells family's kindness, how could she just leave them to fend for themselves if they needed help in the future?

Perhaps some people would do that, but Ke Ling is not that kind of person; his simple values ​​do not allow him to do such a thing.

Fortunately, the Wells family is actually quite nice. If the Wells family had committed many evil deeds, Ke Ling would definitely have settled things with them clearly.

"Alright, mission accomplished. I'm going to rest now. See you later."

After settling Ke Ling's affairs, Jack Wells rubbed his head; he did have a headache and needed to rest.

"See you later, Jack."

Ke Ling nodded, watched Jack Wells leave, and then returned to his seat. The waiter did not remove his drink.

Sitting in the sofa booth, Ke Ling picked up a glass, took a sip of her cocktail, and then immediately vomited it out.

"Grass!"

Because he was thinking about something, he completely forgot that he was a ghost who could only eat human flesh and drink human blood.

The demons in Demon Slayer are even more pitiful than the other cannibalistic creatures Ke Ling knows, the ghouls, at least the ghouls can drink coffee.

"I have to say, changing my clothes has actually made things a bit more inconvenient."

Ke Ling suppressed his nausea, and then he suddenly realized that it was indeed not as easy to eat as when he was wearing tattered clothes.