Yakov frowned when he saw her and said unhappily, "What's so strange about that? I can't go back to my own ho, right? Could it be that you're hiding a strange man and are afraid that I'll find out?"
"Stop joking. We have guests. Do you want to cut so fruit or prepare so tea or coffee?"
The arrogant female teacher was not angry at all when she heard such harsh words. On the contrary, she behaved very virtuously.
Walker attended a public school. He rembered that she only taught for half a year before being transferred to an private high school. It was said that she was able to rise to such a high position because she had an aweso husband.
Everyone believed this statent because Teacher Faye always looked down on others. Although she was not arrogant, she had an air of nobility that kept strangers away.
"Master, this is my wife, the principal of Carlton School," Yakov ignored her and turned around, saying earnestly.
Walker looked as if he didn't recognize him. He just nodded and looked around.
Faye said gently, "Honey, is there sothing wrong so late?"
Yakov gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Soone is deliberately trying to harm . Damn, I have a dirty thing on my body. This is my master, who is here to help deal with that dirty thing."
"Master?" Faye was a little surprised by such a title and said cautiously, "What era is this? Why are you still superstitious? Besides, who could possibly use such dirty things to harm you?"
Yakov sneered, "It's none of your business, just go to sleep. I'll show the master around."
There was a hint of panic on her face, but she still whispered, "I'm going to sleep first. My daughter has to go to school tomorrow. You must not disturb her."
"I don't need you to teach how to do things, just get out of here."
After being scolded, Faye went upstairs obediently. The relationship between this couple seed very subtle. Walker did not ask much and, under the guidance of Yakov, looked around every corner of his house.
The first floor was the dining room, living room, storage room, and wine cabinet. Walker looked around for a while and said there was nothing unusual.
Yakov took Walker upstairs without saying a word. There were only three rooms upstairs with limited space, one of which was his study and was open. Walker just glanced at it and shook his head.
Yakov imdiately knocked on one of the doors. Faye imdiately ran over to open the door and said in a tender voice, "I, I'm going to sleep. Isn't it inconvenient to bring soone into the room now?"
"Damn it, this concerns my life and property. Why are you nagging here?" Yakov showed no rcy at all and pushed her away, saying respectfully, "Master, please!"
Faye took a step back and said pitifully, "Husband, if it's serious business, you should hurry up. Can you please not disturb our daughter's sleep after you finish looking at this?"
This pitiful look was so heartbreaking. It was completely different from the aloof music teacher in their impression. Most people could not stand such fragility when facing her.
"Get lost, you know nothing!"
Yakov said this unhappily, and Walker ignored them and went straight into the house.
The master bedroom was very large, and even with a wardrobe and other furniture, it still looked very simple. It was estimated to be at least 30 square ters.
And this did not include the bathroom. The spacious bathroom was even more luxurious than the ones in the hotel. Not to ntion anything else, the jacuzzi alone was much larger than the one in the hotel.
Yakov asked earnestly, "Master, is there a problem here?"
Walker turned around and gave him a strange smile, and Yakov's eyes went dark as he fainted, lying on the ground unconscious.
Faye was startled, covering her mouth and asked, "He, what happened to him? Is he okay?"
"It's aningless to be hypocritical."
Walker waved his hand, and the door closed in an instant. Looking at the panicked expression of the beautiful young teacher, he couldn't help but sneer, "You turned it quite similarly. I like your innocent face. But you went to great lengths to make your husband die a miserable death. You are really willing to spend a lot of money."
"You, I don't know what you're talking about."
Faye's face was flustered, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense. What happened to my husband? If anything happens to him, I will call the police to arrest you."
Walker sat on the soft big bed, lit a cigarette, and said, "Don't you have confidence in your own thods?"
Faye shuddered all over, huddled against the bed, picked up the phone, and trembled, "I don't know what you're talking about. If you dare to ss around, I'll call the police."
Walker smiled, turned around, and looked at her, saying with a piercing look in his eyes, "Calling the police is indeed the right idea. After all, there are so things that the law cannot control. But if this Yakov guy knew what was going on, I'm afraid your life would be difficult in the future."
"You, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
Faye looked flustered, almost hysterical, and said, "You, you hurry out. These ghost stories are nonsense... Yakov is just confused. Don't think I will be fooled by you."
Walker didn't have the patience to continue arguing with her. He just smiled strangely and said, "Teacher Faye, I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."
"Your husband is now my slave, so I naturally have to ask about dostic slaves' affairs. It seems that you don't understand whether what you do is useful or not. I can open your eyes."
After saying that, Walker raised his finger, and a cinnabar shot out and accurately hit her forehead.
Faye felt a chill all over her body. She didn't know what caused that chill. It seed to have wandered around her bones but then entered her eyes again and made her shiver uncontrollably.
Her whole body ached because of the cold, but when she ca to her senses, she was shocked. She subconsciously leaned against the wall, shivering and unable to speak.
Because she clearly saw the dead baby on the head of the unconscious Yakov. The dead baby, who seed to be sleeping, ca to life and yawned like a normal child, rubbed his eyes, and smiled at her. If it was a child's smile, it should be cute and funny, but it looked extrely weird at this ti.
The dead baby slowly crawled under the bed, letting out a roar that sounded happy yet a little dissatisfied, as sharp as the sound of breaking glass.
Walker raised his hand and said lightly, "The little thing is a little dissatisfied. Did you not give it breast milk? As a ghost mother, it is not qualified to fail to feed the ghost child."
As soon as she let go of her fingers, Faye was horrified because a black line appeared out of nowhere, one end connecting her and the unconscious Yakov on the ground, and the other end connected to the wardrobe. Needless to say, it must be the ghost baby that she saw for the first ti inside.
The black thread was wrapped around her neck. This scene felt a bit like wearing a collar.
"This, this really works..." Faye was so scared that she was a little dumbfounded. Perhaps she never thought that this evil thing was really effective.
Walker finished speaking and looked at her directly, saying, "Your ghost child is hungry now. You'd better feed it first."
"If I'm not mistaken, this little thing is born from the Yin to the Yang and must be fed and recognized by its mother at noon. Don't bla for reminding you; if you starve this little thing, it will retaliate and take your life."
At this point, Faye closed her eyes and lay on the ground, reaching out her hand to grope under the bed, as if she was very afraid of touching the scary ghost baby.
When she lay like this, it was as if she was kneeling on the ground, waiting for soone to penetrate her from behind. Her plump buttocks were raised high, swaying gently with her movents, and the slight trembling due to fear exuded a different kind of temptation.
Although Walker didn't take many classes with her, music teacher Faye wore a skirt every day. Her buttocks under the tight skirt were full and firm. When she walked, she twisted her body from side to side, which made people imagine a lot. Who didn't want to try out the beautiful elasticity?
Walker's heart was filled with excitent, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch the round butt.
"Ah..." Faye, who was already scared, was suddenly startled and staggered to the side to hide.
It was not the kind of shy hiding because of being taken advantage of, but she was simply so scared because of seeing the ghost baby.
After all, she was a woman. Faye was so scared that she burst into tears. She leaned against the bedside table and shivered. In her hand, she held a bowl that looked like a dipping sauce plate.
It was completely black and had many blood-red inscriptions on it.
"You, don't scare !" Faye's face was pale, and she looked pitiful as she bit her lower lip. Her whole body was twitching, and it was obvious that she was scared.
Walker smiled and squatted in front of her. He slled his palm, which had a faint mature and charming scent of at. He couldn't help licking his tongue and said, "Teacher Faye, your butt is as plump as I thought. Your figure is much better than when you were a teacher."
Faye couldn't help crying, wiping her tears and saying, "You, you know ?"
"Hey, you taught , but you forgot. It's not important anymore."
Walker took the small bowl from her hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "I didn't expect that Teacher Faye, who is so beautiful, is actually a fem fatale."
Faye was so scared that she bit her lower lip and trembled, not daring to speak, because the ghost baby crawled out from under the bed and seed to be looking around anxiously around the small bowl.
"This evil magic is quite interesting. This child died before he was one month old and was very hard to find. After finding the body, it took almost a year to use all kinds of thods to raise the ghost baby. This bowl is made of bones from the top of the head. When you feed it every day, you drip milk into this bowl, right?"
"And if you want the ghost baby to haunt Yakov, when you feed it for the first ti, you should burn his hair or sothing else into ashes and put them in the bowl together."
Faye was stunned and trembled in collapse, "You, how did you know?"
Walker smiled as he held the bowl and looked at the ghost baby crying for food beside the bowl. He said, "Now here cos the problem. The bowl is in my hand. If you don't feed it, it will bite you back. I think the person who taught you the evil art should have warned you about this."
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