Chapter 430: Strange Little Girl
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Amelia suddenly thought of something and leaned closer to Alex. She asked softly, “Then Daddy, what about our family? Do our ancestors like their graves?”
Alex was speechless. The question was too difficult for him to answer.
Amelia said, “Can I make the shape I like?” Her grandmother and the others did not answer her. She could only ask her father. In Amelia’s heart, her father was omnipotent. Her father was the real one.
Alex finally said, “We’re implementing new funeral rules now. Compared to traditional tombstones, artistic tombstones are custom-made. They cause diversity and shapes…”
Amelia: “In other words, it’s okay?” She got the answer she wanted and was satisfied. She took a big bite of the pig trotter and thought to herself that when she went to the family tomb, she must ask the ancestors if they liked their house. If they didn’t, she could help the ancestors make the tombstones look like they liked!
Amelia began to prepare to meet her ancestors. Perhaps it was because she was different from ordinary people, but in Amelia’s worldview, death and parting were slowly acceptable and could be treated calmly. She also optimistically believed that death was not a permanent parting. They would meet again one day, just in a different form.
Helena ate slowly and looked at Amelia with gentle eyes. She looked at the family. It was almost the 14th of July. It was almost the day she left. She really couldn’t bear to…
Time always passed quietly when no one was paying attention. During this period of time, William had been improving his ghost-catching net. He was nervous and afraid and wanted to try this net on July 14th. Until now, he still did not understand why it would ring when he did not catch a ghost that night. Amelia checked it for him a few times but could not figure it out.
“Maybe he caught the ghost face?” Amelia said after a moment. “The ghost face was in there before we went in that day.”
William thought of the four terrifying faces posted on the ceiling. He was still traumatized.
William: “Can’t you catch the ghost face?”
Amelia pointed at the hole in the ghost-catching net. “Ghosts can become bigger and smaller. Brother, there’s no spell on your ghost-catching net. The hole is too big. Maybe those faces are too small?” She raised her hand and gestured. “It changed like this, then it shrank and crawled out of the hole with a whoosh.’
William pondered for a moment. “It’s very likely.” After all, the ghost-catching net he made was different from Amelia’s Spirit Binding Net. After Mia’s Spirit Binding Net caught a ghost, the ghost would scream and be unable to move. It was probably impossible to become bigger or smaller, so he still had to modify his ghost-catching net.
William immediately went to get a pen and began to draw geometric diagrams in his notebook. Amelia squatted beside him and watched for a while. She got bored and ran out to play.
Outside Walton’s house, a little girl in a black short-sleeved shirt and sunblock passed by. She stood in front of Walton’s house and looked up. Her eyes were a faint amber color, making her look a little cold. She raised her hand and looked at the compass in her hand. The needle spun quickly.
“Hmph.” The little girl let out a light snort with some disdain. Then, she put the compass in her pocket and slowly walked away.
On the way back, George saw a little girl walking alone and looked at her strangely. Did this little girl live nearby? She looked to be six or seven years old, so he thought that the little girl was out to play on her ovvn and did not pay much attention to it. It was summer vacation, and the children nearby played in groups. There were even children who came out alone to take a breather.
George had just returned home when he saw Amelia running out. “Eh, it’s you, Eldest Uncle.” She pinched her little fingers and calculated. Why did she predict that someone amazing had come?
“It’s a little strange. Let’s do it again.” Amelia grabbed Grandpa Turtle and threw him. Grandpa Turtle immediately spun on the spot. It was very calm now. In ancient times, when one used the turtle shell to divine, they would throw the turtle into the fire and burn it to death. Then, after the fire was extinguished, they would see the shape of the turtle shell that had split open to make a divination. It could be said that every time there was a divination, a
little turtle would lose its life. Now, Amelia was just throwing it around. She did not burn it to death. It was a turtle that knew how to be content.
Grandpa Turtle stretched out his head and skillfully bit the nearest grass before turning over..