70: Chapter 65: The Second Resentful Spirit (Seeking First Subscriptions Upon Going Live)_3 70: Chapter 65: The Second Resentful Spirit (Seeking First Subscriptions Upon Going Live)_3 Ah Bo was silent for a moment and slowly said, “I want to be a good person.”
Wayne laughed, pointing at himself, Ah Bin, and Yuliya, “What, do we look like bad guys to you?”
This wasn’t a matter of looking like it or not.
“I know what you’re afraid of, there’s no need for that, and I can tell you very frankly, what you think doesn’t matter is important to me.”
Wayne looked down at Ah Bo from a superior position, “Ah Bo, remember, the moment you woke up, you became my dog.
Whatever I want you to do, you must do it!”
Ah Bo bit his lower lip hard, and before he could say anything, Wayne continued, “Go, vent the anger in your heart, complete the revenge for your past, sever your ties with it, from now on, your future will belong to me.”
Ah Bo didn’t move, and Wayne’s sneer continued, “Considering the time, you’ve been dead for half a year now.
Let me guess, is that pretty girlfriend of yours now nestled in the arms of your brother?”
A thunderclap exploded over Ah Bo’s head.
Yes, his past was not only filled with hatred but also love.
His resentment was not just for the betrayal but also for himself; he had failed his loved one.
He had promised her that he would come home early that night for a candlelit dinner with Tiffy, but he was already half a year late.
Ah Bo suddenly turned around and leapt into the water, disappearing from sight.
“Master, shall we follow and take a look?”
“Not a good idea, it’s been half a year, maybe they’re just dismounting over there…”
In the West District, Golden Prince Street.
The middle-class neighborhood was not thick with fog, and after midnight, a few cars drove slowly through the streets near the residential area, with few pedestrians passing by.
Ah Bo emerged from the sewer, drenched like a drowned rat, quietly staring at a window on the fifth floor, before he climbed up to the balcony using his hands and feet.
Like Ah Bin, Ah Bo also needed Wayne’s magic power to sustain him.
Because of his refusal to serve his master, he had not received magic power and was currently in a weakened state.
His skill panel was all grayed out, and many abilities could not be used.
Moreover, having just awakened, he was still unclear about what he was, naively thinking that he was just an undead resurrected by the Demon King.
As a water ghost, Ah Bo couldn’t stray far from the Themes River, couldn’t stray from water, or else his body would rapidly desiccate, all attributes would decline, no different from the elderly in the graveyard.
Just as Ah Bin was restricted to the foggy areas of Lundan, Ah Bo was bound to the Themes River.
Once they left their own territories, they would both fall into an extremely weakened state.
The solution was to submit to their master and receive the reward of magic power.
Ah Bo stood on the balcony, looking through the French windows into the bedroom.
His girlfriend, Tiffy, was curled up on the bed, her face haggard, her dark circles heavy, and her once beautiful long hair now dry and dull without a trace of luster.
The bedside table was covered with photos of the two of them together.
“You’ve lost weight…”
Ah Bo murmured to himself, reaching for the French windows, but ultimately lacking the courage to open them.
He was already dead, and his future was already determined; he couldn’t offer his beloved anything, not even a promise.
What was the point of meeting her now, to ignite the flame of hope and then snuff it out by himself, causing each other eternal pain?
“You’re a good girl, forget about me, I don’t deserve it.”
Ah Bo closed his eyes in anguish, leaning against the wall, and fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette to calm his nerves, but pulled out only a wet pack.
“Wow, your girlfriend is quite beautiful.
The haunting voice echoed as Ah Bo quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.
The Undead Warhorse stood upside down, its hooves walking on the wall as if it were flat ground.
Astride the horse, his master said looking down, “This flower of life is about to wither.
I can help speed it up, so you can continue your love after death.”
Ah Bo knelt immediately, with unflinching loyalty, “My kind master, the name you have bestowed upon me, Ah Bo, I like it very much.
I am willing to offer my future to you, even if I fall into Hell and become a devil, I will have no complaints or regrets.
Just please, spare my past.”