Semua Bab The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call: Bab 1861 - Bab 1870

On the day of the Ghost City Festival, certain dead souls would try to summon living souls over to the Netherrealm, but most were just looking for someone to take their place. Nobody had ever barged into Ghost City like this with a ghoststring coin wrapped around their wrist. It was certainly rare to see a flashy living soul like Landon. The spirits crowding around exchanged glances with each other. Who would summon a living soul like this to the Netherrealm, and what were they after? Unlike the evil spirits on the bus, who only wanted to harm people, these spirits were just there for the Ghost City Festival. They wanted to have fun; they weren't there to hurt anyone, and all had functioning brains. Judging by Landon's appearance, they could tell that he had serious backing just by looking. No spirit dared to actually make a move on Landon. They were waiting for him to show his fear. Good thing they didn't try anything, because when Landon walked by, even the stone slabs unde

Like what she had promised, Piper brought Sam to a hair salon. Sam didn't have time to react, but he touched his messy hair. It really was getting long. It didn't take long to reach a hair salon. The people inside seemed to know Piper. "You're here, Ms. Grayson! Are you getting the usual treatment today?" Piper waved her hand. "It's not me this time. I want you to cut my younger brother's hair." The staff looked at Sam. "That messy mop doesn't look too bad, but let's wash it first." Since they were speaking in the local accent, Piper translated. "Sam, lie down on that chair. They'll wash your hair first, then give you a nice trim." Sam nodded and lay down on the chair. The stylist turned on the warm water. After washing Sam's hair, the stylist trimmed it up nicely. Piper watched from the side as Sam got his new haircut, and her eyes lit up with a smile. "Sam, you look even more handsome with your hair done." Sam grinned. After the haircut was finished, Piper paid, and the

Landon, who was on the boat just a moment ago, appeared behind Aria. His hand was also tied with a red thread. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her into his arms. Aria froze, and her heart skipped a beat. She could feel the powerful energy behind her—it was definitely Landon. Dressed in his sharp suit, he looked every bit the refined businessman with that scholarly air she knew so well. Right now, Aria was in terrible shape. She was exhausted, for one thing. Anyone would be tired after losing this much blood. But it wasn't just blood she'd lost; she had bled her own beneficence. Nobody could see what Aria looked like at this moment. Breaking free from the evil spirits in the Mournglow River through pure willpower came with a price. She might not have been devoured, but the backlash was brutal. It would be hard to imagine how much pain she must have endured. She hadn't just kept summoning his soul; she had tried to wipe out all the evil spirits in Mournglow River too. At that

A sudden crack of branches echoed from beyond the trees. Tobias' head snapped up, instincts bristling. In the thick darkness, shapes stirred—blurry figures lurching stiffly between the trunks.Tobias shouted, "Who's there?" No one answered. Only footsteps came from all directions. Tobias pulled out both the whisk and Thorian sword from his waist and looked around. The figures gradually got closer. With the help of moonlight, Tobias finally saw their faces. When he'd set out, the person who'd called him had sent a group photo, and these people were all part of that geological survey team. But now they looked nothing like living people. They had no shadows under the moonlight, and their eyes had turned completely black. Their skin had become gray, and creepy smiles hung at the corners of their mouths. Tobias couldn't help tightening his grip on his whisk and Thorian sword. Someone had used dark arts to control these people. No wonder the drakonic fortune had weakened; someone wa

Landon's voice was low and magnetic. Maybe because he hadn't spoken in so long, his voice still carried a slight rasp. The nurse froze briefly, then immediately said, "She hasn't been asleep for long. It's just from last night until now..." Before the nurse could finish answering, her professional instincts kicked in. She ran toward the door while shouting into her radio, "Dr. Berglier, the patient in 501 is awake! Yes! The male patient. That's right!" Landon didn't care about the chaos outside. His attention was focused entirely on the time on the clock. Dawn hadn't fully broken yet, but based on how long her spiritual form had been away, she should've returned by now. So why couldn't he sense even a trace of spiritual energy from her? Landon's hand was slowly clenching tighter. He didn't hurt Aria, but he wrinkled the bedsheets. His knuckles were distinct, pale, yet forceful. Even the indiscernible inscriptions on his body started to surface restlessly at his neck. That w