Chapter 133: New Female Ghost
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Alia turned around and saw the parrot, Seven, curled up on a branch and sleeping with its head buried in its wings. She exclaid, “Seven, why did you go inside to sleep?” Usually, Seven liked to lie on the iron railing and squawk. Seven seed to have been woken up. He tilted his head and looked at Alia in confusion with his big eyes. Elr floated to the side and stared at the parrot. “Why isn’t this green glowing parrot singing today?”
The parrot tilted its head and suddenly opened its mouth to sing. Its two wings spread open and its small head swayed along with the rhythm.
Elr:
At this mont, the parrot suddenly flapped its wings and shouted, “Bite, bite!” Looking down, it saw the old turtle biting the feathers on its tail fiercely, refusing to let go.
Alia
William: ‘
Elr:
Alia reacted quickly. She quickly grabbed the struggling Seven and whispered to the turtle, “Grandpa Turtle, let go of Seven quickly.”
William scoffed. “It won’t listen to you.” Turtles had a special characteristic, which was that they would never let go easily after biting sothing. However, in the next second, the turtle let go of Seven’s feathers. It even opened its mouth and shook its head a few tis. as if it was spitting.
William was speechless. How could that be?
At this mont, Old Madam Walton knocked on the door and asked Alia to go down for supper. Alia responded and ran out happily. She had just beaten up the fat auntie and was so hungry.
William followed closely behind. He sat at the dining table and watched Alia eat as he drank water. Then, he began to wonder why her food slled so good. It slowly turned into… why was she so good at eating? Half a bowl of rice, half a bowl of chicken soup, a braised pork trotter, a bowl of egg soup, and a small stead bun…
Finally, Alia couldn’t eat anymore. Old Madam Walton was still saying, “Mia, eat more. Look, you only ate so little. What if you’re hungry in the middle of the night?”
William was speechless. Was this Grandma’s love?
Alia touched her neck and gestured cutely. “Grandma, Mia can’t eat anymore. The food is up to here!”
Old Madam Walton was about to say sothing when Alia ran upstairs. “Grandma, I really can’t eat anymore!”
Elr floated beside Alia and reminded her, “Mia, find an excuse tomorrow to get the people from Glorious Star International Primary School to dig up the football field…’
Alia nodded. “Alright, Master. I understand.” With that, she pushed open the door of the room. Elr suddenly said, “Wait, a new ghost ca?
At the sa ti, Alia happened to push open the door. When she saw the scene in front of her, she felt her hair stand on end and her soul almost left her body!
There was a female ghost in the room. Her hair was tied up, and a few strands of hair fell on her forehead, half covering her white eyes. There was a huge hole in her head, and she was still bleeding. In addition, there were four or five ghost babies lying at her feet. The largest ghost baby held a long umbilical cord that connected the ghost baby and the female ghost.
Seeing that Alia had seen her, the female ghost made a gurgling sound from her throat and shouted hoarsely, “Mia… Mia…” She stretched out her bright red nails and aid them at Alia. She made a choking gesture and quickly floated over.
Alia’s face was pale. She was not afraid of ghosts. Almost no ghost could scare her, but the mories branded in her soul made her instinctively terrified. The so-called branded mories were the injuries she had suffered in the past… The female ghost in front of her was none other than Rebecca!
Rebecca smiled strangely, her teeth making clicking sounds. “You made so miserable, you made so miserable…”
Alia could not help but take a step back, but she quickly cald down. She was not afraid. She was not afraid! No one could hurt her now. She had a powerful master. Her master had even given her a magical bracelet that allowed her to beco very strong. It could flatten arrogant hypocrites and bend iron bars! She still had eight uncles, grandparents, brothers, sisters… Thinking of this, Alia felt full of strength. She stared at her forr stepmother, Rebecca, and could not help but clench her fists. There was a voice in her heart that kept shouting, Hit her! Don’t be afraid! Hit her!
Rebecca saw Alia clench her fists and stand rooted to the ground. She could not help but sneer.. Are you afraid? Hehe, even if she died, she could suppress Alia! So what if Alia was the little princess of the Walton family now? She was still afraid of her!
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