Chapter 65: Someone Stole a Child
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Malicious ghosts were the most ferocious type of ghosts that died abnormally tragically. They carried a stubborn obsession and could absorb evil aura to level up. They could also attach themselves to people, such as unlucky ghosts. Unlucky ghosts could attach themselves to people, making them inexplicably unlucky or even accidentally die.
The malicious ghost did not accept the fact that it was dead. It went around looking for a host that they could parasitize so that it could continue to “live”. Amelia was not able to subdue the malicious ghost and let it escape. Before the malicious ghost ran, it even gave Amelia a fierce look before disappearing into the night.
Amelia turned around and asked Elmer, “Master, was that a malicious ghost just now?
Elmer nodded. “There are many types of malicious ghosts. At the end of the day, ghosts are condensed from human love, hate, greed, anger, and obsession. For example, there are crybaby ghosts, cowardly ghosts, petty ghosts, and old pervert ghosts…”
Amelia pointed out of the window. “Then what ghost was that just now?
Elmer: “Crybaby ghost.”
Amelia blinked and suddenly turned to look at Emma. She seemed to understand!
Amelia: “Because Sister Emma likes to cry, she attracted a crybaby?!”
Elmer praised, “That’s right. For example, people who overeat will easily attract gluttonous ghosts, and people who cry will easily be targeted by crybaby ghosts.”
Amelia nodded repeatedly, as if she had learned something. Indeed, children should not cry!
Emma was completely stunned! Seeing Amelia muttering by the window alone, she got up trembling and walked towards Amelia.
Amelia comforted her. “Alright, don’t be afraid. Mia has already chased away the ghosts.”
Emma cried out loud and pounced on Amelia. She was really frightened! When she hid under the bed and saw Amelia walking over with a fireball, she felt that she had seen Ultraman on television. It was the kind of Ultraman who specialized in beating up small monsters to protect humans!
Emma cried until she was out of breath. She hugged Amelia tightly and did not let go. Amelia patted her back comfortingly. “Be good, be good. Dont be afraid, don’t be afraid.” She was clearly still a child, but she started to coax her like an adult.
Suddenly, Amelia seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said, “Sister Emma, bear with it for a while. Don’t cry. I’ll get a glass.” She hadn’t forgotten to collect her tears!
Amelia strode over with her short legs to get the glass of water. Emma sobbed and shouted, “You… Hurry up. I cant hold it in anymore.” However, when the glass was handed to Emma, only two drops of tears fell.
Amelia: She and Emma looked at each other and fell silent.
After a while, Amelia suggested hesitantly, “Why don’t… you try your best to cry again?
Emma pursed her lips and tried her best to squeeze out tears while she was still in the mood. Elmer watched from the side and rolled his eyes speechlessly. In the end, Emma was tired of crying and Amelia yawned. The two of them were sleepy.
Amelia said in a daze, “Sister Emma, cry on the bed. You won’t be tired this way.”
Emma: “Boohoo…”
The two children lay on the bed together. Amelia fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. She did not forget to raise the cup in her hand. As for Emma, after being frightened and crying, wasted a lot of energy and fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed as well.
The next morning, Old Madam Walton said to Mother Taylor, “Go up and wake Emma up later. From today onwards, she will stay in bed until nine at most.” Emma had always slept until around eleven o’clock before waking up.
Mother Taylor was a little worried. “Old Madam, Miss Emma gets very angry when she wakes up. Should we call Second Madam back?” They could coax Emma when she cried, but only Sarah could deal with her anger when she woke up.
Old Madam Walton said calmly, “She has a morning temper, well, my temper is pretty big too.”
With that, Mother Taylor stopped persuading her.
Old Madam Walton controlled the electric wheelchair to enter the elevator and knocked on Amelia’s door. “Mia, are you awake?” After a few days of interaction, Old Madam Walton had also figured out Amelia’s schedule. Mia would usually wake up at nine.
Old Madam Walton pushed open the door with a smile on her face. She wanted to see Amelia’s sleeping face. Suddenly, her expression changed. “Help! Help! Mia is missing!”
The drowsy parrot, Seven, heard the shout and squawked, “Help! Someone stole a child! Someone stole a child!”