Carl handed me the two letters.I was about to leave when I thought of what Marcus said."Carl, do you heard anything about a war between the Grim Reaper's Association and the Capital?"Carl's eyes went wide. He then scanned the surrounding hastily before pulling me towards his office. He checked every corner of the room, and when he checked the area was clear he faced me again with a solemn expression."Where did you hear that?"I blinked. "I am the one asking you if you heard about it. Anyway, I heard it from Marcus."Carl's eyelashes trembled. Seeing his expression, I could feel how great the impact of this news was on him.If I am truly a dead ghost, I might also be as troubled and panicked as Carl.Because this war might really lead to a great war between the ghostkind and the grim reapers.However, I am different than them. I have a living body to return to. I was not interested or feel deeply involved in the matter. This war had nothing to do with me or Lucas. After all, the re
The atmosphere in the haunted mansion was heavy.Today, was the day the group that would be sent as reinforcement for the Capital would depart.Everyone was in low spirits. Especially Carl.When I walked into Carl's office, he was throwing a fit.I looked at the documents that were thrown on the ground and then at the disheveled Carl."What's wrong?"When this question came out of my mouth I want to slap myself. Why am I asking the obvious?!The haunted mansion wasn't given a choice but to join the war. The people they would send might not be able to come back. In the battle, they would only serve as cannon fodders who could buy time for the Masters in the Capital.Carl's expression was ugly. "I suggested cutting off ties with the Capital but Sir Reynold..."My eyes went wide.Cutting off ties with the Capital?!Carl's eyes were full of unwillingness, "The war this time is not the same as before. This time, the Capital might not be able to survive. Even if they survive, they would not
Sir Reynold did not waste any time.He handed a key to Carl. "I can't leave the room and I am not able to converse with you freely in these past months. I have written everything I know. My will and instructions are also in the locker. Make sure you retrieved and follow them."Sir Reynold then handed another key and stamp. "When the people from the Capital leave, burned the documents storage."The document storage was the library that have all the information that the haunted mansion gathered including mine and Lucas' folders. After Sir Reynold left a few more words to Carl, he asked Carl to wait outside so he could privately talk to me. "Kelly...." Sir Reynold handed me a letter. "Please send my regards to Lucas. It's a pity I did not meet him and I wasn't able to thank him personally. I can't thank you two enough for all the contributions and help you give for the haunted mansion."My heart felt congested as I replied, "Sir Reynold, the haunted mansion is like a second home to me
Sir Reynold and his entourage finally departed through the order of the Capital that afternoon.The people who were left behind in the haunted mansion had sad eyes. Those people were their brothers, friends, neighbors, and leaders. Thinking of the possibility of their dear families and friends not being able to come back, they shed tears.Although they wanted to stop them from leaving, they could not do anything about it.Carl stood at the gate with the other remaining people. His eyes were red as well. But he has to quickly move on from this sad farewell as he needs to fill up the hole that those people left behind.Their overall strength was greatly reduced. The pillar of support of the haunted mansion was gone. Carl has to quickly mend their losses.The atmosphere in the haunted mansion was not good. This continued on for days. Despite this, I still have to leave to visit the monastery.Carl was appointed as the new head of the haunted mansion. Although he disliked being with Mr. L
When the talismans in the wall dimmed and suddenly torn apart, I woke up from my trance. "D-did they really....achieved Nirvana?" Mr. Lin Ze asked with wide eyes. There was a manic joy and deep desire in his eyes as he watched the disappearing light from above. It was the first time I saw him lose his composure. I nodded at him calmly. "They did. The project is successful." My heart was full of mixed feelings. I picked up the talisman on the floor and discovered that it was reduced to a useless piece of paper. With the sudden disappearance of the Yang energy in the church, the torrential cold energy from outside came rushing in. I felt the chill reach my heart. Without the help of the Yang energy talisman, the whole place was now filled with malevolent energy. The territorial greater demon was now unimpeded in its growth. It started to occupy the whole place. Marcus tried to step forward carefully in the church. Seeing that it did not hurt him like before he was stunned. Mr.
I came back again to the antique shop. This place was still filled with rich Yang energy. Good. I glanced at my feet where the shadow was hiding. Let's see how you would endure this time! I stepped inside the shop and focused my attention on my feet. After the first step, there was no movement as if everything was normal. On my second step, I saw the shadow flinch. The corner of my mouth was raised. I continued on the third, fourth, and fifth steps until I reached the staircase. The shadow suddenly groaned. It shook and immediately moved away from me. Under my watchful gaze, a streak of shadow flew so fast towards the door. It came out of the antique shop and never came in again. My smile grew. Hmph! I finally got rid of it! I did not wait for it to recover. I escaped from the window on the second floor and ran towards the opposite direction where the shadow hid as fast as I could. I ran away without looking back. I free-ride on the bus, taxi's, and train. When I felt th
A/n: Hi, I have some mistakes in publishing chapter 176. If Chapter 176 has no title, it means the chapter you are reading is not fixed. I already fixed the chapter on my end but it hasn't been reflected yet. ***** In the meeting room, on a long old conference table, were a dozen ghosts in peculiar attires seated. Each one of them has oppressive auras that weren't any less than Mr. Lin Ze's. They were all great Masters not less than a hundred years old. Some of them existed in an era much older than Mr. Lin Ze. From this, one could tell how much powerful their souls were. Mr. Lin Ze who was haughty and arrogant outside, could not act the same here. He was the lowest rank inside the highest circle. But it doesn't mean that he had low influence and authority, rather, there were only twelve people above him in this world. But below him, were thousands of ghosts who revered him. Mr. Lin Ze sat on his designated seat as he began his summary of the project. He already submitted the re
**** When the meeting finished, Mr. Lin Ze came out with a pale face. He endured seating in that place while listening to their ridiculous plans. Anyway, although the higher circle had been discussing their absurd future plans, they also arrived at the most important point of the meeting- the Great Devil's interference. It was said that the Great Devil haven't made a move. But the association has been attacking the core brunches. They discussed their counterattack, which branch needed to prioritize, where to allocate the reinforcements, and where to relocate in case the worst happened. But what Mr. Lin Ze was more concerned about was that his project Nirvana did not seem important after Old Xian introduced his demonized project. For these ghosts who lived hundreds of years, the temptation of continuing living as a King with greater power than before was so great that Nirvana seemed nothing in their eyes now. It was concluded that the project demonized had been prioritized over