Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072 Fear_1 Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072 Fear_1 But since Purple Sumrs asked, if it’s not explained clearly, I’m afraid she will worry even more.
Purple Sumrs’s voice was tense, “Will this kind of thing… happen again?”
Will there be more gamblers in the future, beguiled and driven to leap to their deaths from buildings?
Alexander Sumrs’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked towards Mr. Ghost Hayes.
Everyone else also turned their eyes to Mr. Ghost Hayes.
“It’s not that simple!” Mr. Ghost Hayes said disdainfully, “To perform a Ghost Slap, you first need to obtain the person’s birth ti and date, then refine a kind of prir, secretly sprinkle three drops on them. It’s not as if you can wish anyone dead; otherwise, wouldn’t that be invincible!”
Zack Wallace complained irritably, “Evil craft really is troubleso. Now that we know the other party is training ghosts, do we need to be on guard for anything else?”
“This… this…” Mr. Ghost Hayes hesitated, “That depends on how far the person training the ghost has developed it.”
Mr. Ghost Hayes explained, “When a person has just died, they’re like a newborn baby, seeing nothing clearly, hearing nothing. Only after being dead for a while do they gradually see images clearly, hear sounds. If they’re dead even longer, the soul turns into a ghost. With proper nurturing using a living soul, and if tad correctly, they can be very useful. Ghost Slap is just one of those uses.
The stronger the training, the more things they can do, but stronger ghosts an they’re smarter, more rebellious, and more likely to bite back at their master. Therefore, those who raise ghosts always keep them half-starved and not full; the aning is not to feed them completely. Otherwise, if they grow voracious, the ghost might even consu your soul along with everything else!”
The last word from Mr. Ghost Hayes was a little more piercing in volu, and Zack Wallace couldn’t help but shudder.
He would rather be stabbed to death or shot than die at the hands of a ghost—it was simply too spine-chilling!
Yet Mr. Ghost Hayes was relentless, still saying, “Actually, ghosts aren’t as scary as you think. They can’t touch people, can’t harm them physically, so what do they do when they want to harm soone? Our ancient saying calls it bewildering one’s mind. Hey! To put it in scientific terms nowadays, it’s like disrupting brain waves! Once these brain waves are ssed up, isn’t the person confused? They’ll do whatever you tell them to. Tell them to jump off a building, and they’ll jump. Just when they’re about to jump, they’ll wake up, their mind gives a nudge, their eyes snap open—ga over, kicking the bucket!”
Zack Wallace listened with goosebumps, “That’s enough, you. Even with food and drink, it’s not enough to stop your mouth!”
Hunter Dalton, on the other hand, responded humbly with a smile, “Mr. Hayes, your words are clear and easy to understand.”
“My pleasure, my pleasure!” Mr. Ghost Hayes grinned, picking up a piece of cake and taking a big bite.
As they laughed and joked, Purple Sumrs felt her mood sinking, unable to relax.
Nathaniel Sumrs was a thorn in her side.
She could accept that Nathaniel Sumrs had moved on from the past to find a new life.
She could also accept that Nathaniel Sumrs had died tragically, no longer existing in this world.
What she couldn’t accept was Nathaniel Sumrs living with hatred, obsessive and crazy, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to her at any mont.
The feeling was too eerie!
It was like being aid at by a dark gun barrel, never knowing when it would fire the bullet!
When night ca, Purple Sumrs tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Dayti thoughts led to nightti dreams, she suspected that once she fell asleep, she’d be plagued by nightmares.
Perhaps it was her constant restlessness, Alexander Sumrs too found it difficult to sleep. Hearing the whooshing sound outside, he wondered if the window wasn’t shut tightly and got out of bed to close it.
Just as he reached the window, Purple Sumrs suddenly sat up in bed!
Alexander Sumrs was slightly stunned.
In the next instant, Purple Sumrs had already pounced on him, clinging tightly!
Alexander Sumrs was initially taken aback, but then, rembering Mr. Ghost Hayes’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh.
He stroked Purple Sumrs’s hair, speaking softly, “This is the second floor, even if I jumped down, I wouldn’t die.”
Such reassurance did nothing to help.
Purple Sumrs’s limbs were icy, her body shaking violently, she clung to Alexander Sumrs even more tightly, wishing she could embed herself into his body.
Alexander Sumrs finally realized this was not the ti for jests.
He took Purple Sumrs back to bed, wrapped his arms around her, patiently caressing her slender back over and over again, as if soothing his own cat.
“Purple, besides you, no one can kill .”
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