Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
At this moment, the door opened with a bang. Dong, dong, donga It seemed like a child had run over. free(w)ebnovel
The girlâs scalp was about to explode. She felt that she was going to die today. At this moment, the voice in her ear disappeared, and the cold feeling dissipated. The girlâs stiff fingers trembled, and she felt like she was alive again, but she did not dare to look back.
âMiss.â A young voice said, âItâs meâŠâ Right on the heels of that, a small hand reached out to the girl. The girl couldnât hold it in anymore and screamed in horror. She jumped off the bed and fell to the foot of the wall with the blanket. âNo, donât come overâŠâ Her eyes were filled with fear, and her face was pale.
Amelia took out a Requiem Talisman and stuck it to the girlâs forehead. She even blew on it. âLittle Miss, donât be afraid. Iâll blow for youâŠâ
For some reason, the girl suddenly calmed down and looked at Amelia in a daze. Wasnât this little girl the one she accidentally bumped into this morning?
âItâs you?â The girl grabbed the blanket tightly, her voice still carrying a trace of fear.
Amelia: âYes, yes! Itâs okay. Sister, get up.â
The girlâs legs went weak. She held onto the bedside table and slowly stood up.
First, she looked around quickly. There was nothing. The room was silent. There was only herself, Amelia, and a very tall man. Perhaps to avoid suspicion, the man leaned against the door and she could only see his back. âLittle kid, you⊠how did youâŠâ The girl was shocked and afraid. Her fingers that were holding the blanket were white.
Amelia blinked and looked at Alex. She said what he had taught her on the way. âDad and I were just⊠passing by⊠Then we heard you shouting. We were afraid of an accident, so we kicked the door open and came in.â
The girl: ââŠâ Really? Did she shout just now? She didnât remember at all. She only remembered that there seemed to be someone pressing against her back. She was so frightened that she didnât dare to make a soundâŠ
The girl looked at Amelia and saw her squatting on the ground as if she was picking up something. She was even muttering. No matter how she looked at it, this scene was very strange. At around four in the morning, a little girl and a man passed by her houseâŠ
The girl was about to speak when she suddenly saw her shoulder in the reflection of the mirror. She saw a handprint on her shoulder! Thatâs right, it was a handprint! It was a mud-like handprint on her shoulder!
The girlâs face stiffened and she was dumbfounded. She looked at the ground and saw wet marks around her bed, as if someone had just been walking around her bed.
The girlâs legs went weak and she fell to the ground with a plop.
Amelia looked up. âMiss, whatâs wrong?â Only then did she notice the handprint on one of the girlâs shoulders. It was mainly because she was too short. From her angle, it was difficult to see the girlâs shoulder.
Amelia stepped forward and patted the girlâs shoulder. The handprint quietly dissipated.
The girlâs back stiffened as she tried to divert her attention. She asked, âLittle kid, whatâs your name?â
Amelia dusted off the handprint on the girlâs shoulder and returned to where she had been. As she picked up things on the ground, she replied, âMy name is Amelia. You can call me Mia. Sister, what about you?â
The girl stared at Ameliaâs actions and said, âMy name is Gyala, Gyala Tait. Mia, what are you picking up?â
Amelia looked up and smiled innocently. âSister Gyala, Iâm picking up⊠hairâŠâ She wanted to say that she was picking up the female ghostâs limbs. When she came in just now, she saw that the female ghost was about to squeeze into Gyalaâs body. In a moment of desperation, she slashed with a peach wood sword and the female ghost was scattered. However, when she saw Alex glancing at her, she quickly changed her words.
Alexâs mouth twitched. Picking up hair⊠This reason was reallyâŠ
Gyala was also stunned. She had no idea what was going on. She stood up and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, âMia, sit for a while. Thereâs milk and fruit juice in the fridge. What do you want to drink? Iâll get itâŠâ Initially, she was just being polite. After all, it was four or five in the morning. Who would be a guest in someone elseâs house in the middle of the night?
Amelia, however, nodded happily. âOkay, I want juice. Thank you, Sister
Gyala!â
Gyala: â⊠Okay.â
Gyala lived in a single apartment. The kitchen was an open kitchen, and outside the kitchen was the living room sofa. There was a small coffee table in front of the sofa. It was not big, but it was very warm. It could be seen that Gyala usually cleaned up very diligently..
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