Chapter 1375 Protection from the Carvers

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• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1860 The Ghost Bus

  The bus looked normal enough on the outside, but the license plate looked quite beat up. Even the route number flashing on the screen gave people the creeps. Weirdly, none of the people in line seemed to react to it. The office worker, Lonnie Pratt, was probably fresh out of college based on how young his clothes and style looked. College students always had trouble adjusting to overtime when they first started working. He was texting and complaining to his friends. Obviously, he hadn't noticed the route number either and was about to get on. Right then, a voice spoke up next to him. "Wait for the next one." It was Landon. He really didn't look like someone who rode public buses. People might not recognize the brand of his clothes and shoes, but anyone could tell they were all custom-made. Lonnie looked at him and made a confused sound. Landon didn't say anything else, just stepped onto the bus. Weirded out by Landon's words, Lonnie muttered, "What the hell? This man's cuttin

• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1859 Finding His Spiritual Form

  The Phantom Gates were wide open in April. This was the month when every soul in the Netherrealm wanted to visit the human world and enjoy the offerings. It was also when evil spirits from the Spectral Realm gathered together to have a good time. Even spirits who'd died horribly would dress themselves up for this one day. The old folks' rule about kids not going to graveyards came from exactly this. Weather-wise, April had huge temperature swings between day and night. Up north, people could easily catch a fever from the wind. From the perspective of Twilight energy, kids didn't have much positive energy. If they went somewhere they shouldn't and got touched by some spirit, they would collapse the moment they got home. Some elderly folks who had just passed away still missed their grandchildren a lot, so they'd all want to pat a kid's head. On this day, tons of families would leave offerings, and countless people would light memorial candles. All those names being called out

• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1858 The Stonelord

  The members of the Special Missions Unit were standing not far from the van. While Hank and Jesse were smoking, Zane crouched down and slowly approached the van. When he spotted Sam through the mirror, he tapped on the car window. Sam had his eyes half-closed, but when he saw it was Zane, he opened them. Sam slowly rolled down the window. Zane handed over a phone and gestured for Sam to type his message. Sam got it immediately, took the phone, and started typing away. After finishing, he handed it back to Zane and rolled the window back up. Hank and Jesse had just finished their cigarettes and were coming back, so Zane bent down and returned to where his team members were. Then he pulled out the phone to read it. It said, "Don't worry about me for now. First, I need you to find an old man on the ship. He's got a really weird smell on him, exactly the same as what I smelled at the city hall!" After reading it, Zane put away his phone. He led his team members to casually walk a

• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1857 Whispers of a New Hunt

  Vexon's head shot up, shaking as he stammered, "You want to trade your beneficence to call your husband's soul back? Are… are you sure?" "Yeah." Aria acted like she'd just made the most ordinary decision in the world. "Please take me to the deepest part of Mournglow River. I know Lethe's job isn't just about brewing the Oblivion Draught." Vexon stared at her, unable to snap out of it for the longest time. Everyone knew how crucial beneficence was for people who practiced the arcane. The Netherrealm would obviously be thrilled if she scattered all her beneficence to call back a soul—it would help purify the vengefulness down here. But nobody would actually do something like that. Vexon had seen plenty of true love before, but honestly, it was so rare to see a couple carrying this much wrath. These two basically never left themselves any way out when they did stuff. Thinking about how she wanted to trade her beneficence, Vexon turned around after taking a couple of steps. He as

• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1856 A Husband's Sacrifice

  Aria said, "I don't get it." Clenching her jaw tight, she was about to crumple to the ground one second, then somehow haul herself back up the next. Dark energy exploded out of her like a tidal wave. "I don't give a damn about what's supposed to happen or not. All I know is good gets rewarded, and evil gets what's coming to it. These bastards are rotten to the core, but just because they mess around with arcane, they think they're better than anyone else. "They never have to feel the Blackwater burn their flesh. What a joke! What kind of judgment are you people even making?" Even now, whenever Vexon looked at her, he felt like his head was spinning. Back then, she'd been wrapped up in so much bad karma. Her obsession had dug itself so deep into her bones that nothing seemed like it could set her free. They'd tried hitting her with the Oblivion Draught to wash her soul clean, but she'd almost made off with Lethe instead. The dead wives of those border soldiers pretty much al

• The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call   Chapter 1855 Aria Storms the Netherrealm

  The Special Missions Unit wasn't messing around. They followed those tire tracks for a long stretch until they hit an intersection and didn't know which way to go. One team member pulled out his laptop and started typing away. After analyzing the data, he quickly reported to the captain. "Captain, the left road heads back to the city center, while the right goes toward the docks." Zane frowned. "The docks?" He immediately restarted the engine and took a sharp right toward the dock area. If something had really happened to Sam, they'd definitely be heading for the docks. The most likely scenario was smuggling him out by boat. Thinking about this, Zane hit the gas pedal harder. With the increased speed, they reached the docks pretty quickly. But when they got there, no ships had arrived yet. The team got out of their car. Since they were in plain clothes, it was hard for regular people to identify them. Suddenly, Zane caught something out of the corner of his eye—there was a