Semua Bab OH MY LOVELY GHOST: Bab 51 - Bab 60

After I leave the hunted mansion, I walked on the way back to the hospital. I passed by the crossroad where I first met the ghost kid. There was still a bottle of flowers on the corner of the road. The flower had long ago wilted, and the candles were all melted and dirtied. I looked around to find the child, the kid was nowhere. I waited for a bit. In case the child finished playing or was done wandering outside and returned, I can meet him here. The Monastery accepted the children and take care of them without any fee. When I first become a ghost, I was very scared and frustrated. I don't understand many things and I am not aware that I am exposed to a lot of dangers. If I haven't met Lucas, perhaps I might still be wondering and might be caught in demon's traps or be captured by grim reapers. And that child was alone. He wondered outside where he could meet grim reapers and demons unknowingly anytime. It was dangerous to be outside alone. As a kind passerby, I could offer to

Lucas seemed to hear my thoughts. He handed me the water expressionlessly. "Soak yourself first. That Rica said she was spat out because she was dripping water, right? As long as you are wet, you are not in danger." I gritted my teeth and soak myself with water. If we succeed, this might be the last time I would hunt a demon! I encouraged myself as I was walking to my grave. Carl bid us good luck and went back to the jeep. I was very envious of him. If we could just change roles! However, I know that if Carl could hunt demons like me and Lucas, then there's no need for me. I took a deep breath and followed behind Lucas. The air was heavy and thick. I gnash my teeth as I endured the biting cold from the water and from the demon's aura that seeped through my soul. Lucas suddenly stopped. I stopped as well. We are only a few meters away from the warehouse. "...What's wrong?" Why did we stop? "....Shhh. Listen well." I follow Lucas' words and focused on my hearing. Then slo

The men yesterday appeared before me. They were the four strong and big men just minus the man who took my bag. Instinctively, I clenched my hold on the sack. These guys...did they follow me? One of the men stepped forward and eyed my bulging sack. "It seems like you have a good harvest. If we did not see the blood on the ground, we would follow you deeper into the mountain. It's a good thing you arrived alive and well. Now, hand me the bag." I stepped back. These people were determined to steal my food. I don't have any other choice but to run back to the mountain. "He's escaping! After him! We will split the spoils!" They ran after me. It was only the adrenaline rush that was keeping me to run. But if they continued the chase, I would be eventually caught. My straw sandals finally broke and the blister under my feet bleed. The loss of blood and my hunger caused the dizziness to strike me stronger. In the end, I can't outrun the four strong men. They caught me. Being caugh

I opened my mouth, and shouted as much as I can. 'Lucas, rope! Take the rope!' Lucas! Tie him up! To the pillar! Lucas! However, my voice was so small. The black mass around me was preventing my movements or letting out my voice. How could Lucas hear me then? There's no other way. I need to take control of the demon's mouth. This made me remember the time I was going under phase three when I merged with the demon. That world was my world and the demon's. Since we are merging, it is our world alone. I could only win by defeating that demon in that world. But unlike right now, I have no way to defeat it like in phase three. First because, I am against an ancient demon who had a lot of soul power than I am. Fighting with the demon, was making the demon swallow me a lot easier. Since that was the case, then I could only control things within this demon but not dominate it. Lucas said I could be whatever I am in my world. Since we are merging, I could also at least do a little bit.

I looked closely again, but all his pictures were distorted. Perhaps this was because I had no clear view of my father currently, is that it? But I remembered my mother so clearly now. Perhaps, the existence of my mother was stronger in my subconscious than my father. I put down the picture frame. I heard the giggle of the little girl running upstairs. My mother's voice followed. "What I said about running?" The little girl halted and slow down her steps as she walked upstairs. She answered back. Her childish voice sounded all the way down the staircase. "No running after the meal!" "Good! My princess, listen well. I will check later if you brush your teeth or not." "Roger!" My mother looked amused at my answer. She chuckled. "Where did she learn that?" I also wondered, so I have been this playful yet behave since I was a child? I nodded. That was gratifying to know that I am not a bad kid. My mother helped the maids in the house chores. I followed my mother for a while.