Chapter 856: Chapter 856: Shut Up! You’re Disturbing My Tail!
“Where’s my corpse? It was just here…”
Brock Whitley stared at a spot on the courtyard wall, his soul body sowhat flickering, with a bewildered expression, murmuring and inexplicably falling into a wave of irritation again,
“My corpse is missing! Who stole my corpse?! Without it, how can I be buried?!”
Seeing him still rambling on, Scarlett Jennings found him noisy and was about to manually shut him up when the system acted quicker, flying out and giving his soul body a hefty smack with its tail,
[Shut up! You’re annoying my tail!]
Samuel Chalrs looked at the crocodile tortoise that appeared abruptly, recalling that indeed Scarlett Jennings had a system turtle beside her, yet that turtle didn’t look like this.
Seeing Samuel Chalrs’ glance, Scarlett Jennings seed to know what he was thinking and introduced voluntarily, “Shellback, this is the new host body it chose itself.”
Shellback, having just slapped the ghost, floated over to Samuel Chalrs in a cloud of black mist upon hearing Scarlett Jennings introduce it, presenting itself at the most perfect angle of this host body, anwhile complaining to Scarlett Jennings,
[If I’d known he was a Dragon Vein, I wouldn’t have said I wanted him as a host before. No wonder his fortune is so hard to snatch.]
Scarlett Jennings was used to the system being able to communicate only with her, and she did not respond upon hearing this. Yet she did not expect Samuel Chalrs to speak, looking at Shellback,
“You originally wanted to be your host body?”
At these words, both Scarlett Jennings and Shellback were stunned.
They suddenly turned to Samuel Chalrs,
“You can hear it speak?”
Dashiell on the side was puzzled, “Who spoke? The ghost?”
Samuel Chalrs recalled slightly, rembering that the voice of the system beside Scarlett Jennings had only ever been audible to her.
Even the forr him could never hear the system’s voice.
However, after a brief thought, Samuel Chalrs understood the reason.
“Your system, being a product of the Otherworld, I initially couldn’t hear its voice.”
As a Dragon Vein, if he wished, he could hear the voices of all things.
But the system itself does not belong to this world.
“The reason I can hear it now is probably because… you gave it a na.”
In the world, once sothing possesses its own na, it has a label in the world and thus has its own place and belonging.
Thereby fully integrating into the new world.
And evidently, because of this na, this system born of the Heavenly Dao has acknowledged a new master.
Samuel Chalrs stared intently at Scarlett Jennings with his deep black eyes.
To snatch soone from the Heavenly Dao, as far as he knows, she’s the second one.
Scarlett Jennings didn’t expect it to be because of this reason, but initially, her intention in naming the system was to hope it would see this place as a ho.
The outco now is quite nice.
On the other side, Brock Whitley, having been slapped by the system’s tail, dared not make a fuss anymore. Scarlett Jennings originally wanted to ask if he rembered anything before dying, but seeing he could say nothing, she casually wrapped him into a bundle and handed it to Cyrus Whitley,
“He can’t pose any threat to you anymore, but his body has disappeared and it’s likely irretrievable; as a relative, you can apply for a declaration of death for him.
If you’re worried about family not being able to accept it, you can temporarily take this back, and later I can directly have the guide co to take him to the Underworld.”
Upon hearing this, Cyrus Whitley hesitated slightly at first but quickly retracted his hand from the bundle.
“You can handle this directly for , I don’t want to take it back.”
He spoke with a bitter expression, “If possible, could the police directly declare his death? It’s not suitable for to go…”
After all, without a body, if he applied, he could already imagine how his father and stepmother would react upon knowing.
They’d suspect he killed Brock, not believe Brock is dead, think he’s cursing his brother to death…
They always assu the worst of him.
Cyrus Whitley was already tired, not wanting to deal with those two anymore.
As for Brock Whitley, he even wanted to harm him as a ghost. Why should he bother to help him et the family one last ti?
Call him selfish or cold-blooded, he just didn’t want to have anything to do with Brock Whitley or that family anymore.
Scarlett Jennings was not surprised by Cyrus Whitley’s words and didn’t say any platitudes about respecting the dead; she just took back the corpse bundle and said to him,
“To go through this internal procedure alone, you’ll need to pay extra.”
On hearing this, Cyrus Whitley finally revealed his first smile since last night, “Alright.”
Handing Brock Whitley over to a colleague at Spiritual Affairs, Scarlett Jennings handled Brock Whitley’s death procedure internally at the Security Bureau, and the bureau would sync the information to the police, who would notify the family.
Having seen her finish, Dashiell then asked,
“Scarlett, earlier you said his body is likely not retrievable, what did you an by that?”
They originally ca to find the body today, but now she said it’s irretrievable. Does that an there’s no need to look anymore?
Scarlett Jennings simply explained,
“Ghost spirits, especially new ghosts, have a strong sense of their own body’s location. So many ghosts return to their body following the sense after seven days of death, or to see their family one last ti, which is called ‘the seventh day’ in folklore.”
She paused for a mont, looking towards where Brock Whitley stood by the courtyard wall just now, her voice deepened,
“But Brock Whitley, standing in the place of his death, could not sense his body, which ans the body is certainly gone.”
If the body were still present, even if turned into pieces and filled in concrete, the soul would sense it.
But in Brock Whitley’s case, the body is not just missing but completely vanished.
Either his body was collected into so space akin to a Ghost Realm, or… it was eaten.
Eaten to the bone, no less.
Though lacking evidence, her instinct told Scarlett Jennings it was the latter.
And the one possibly capable of such a thing is likely a demon.
Thinking of this, her gaze returned to inside the courtyard walls of the Academy of Mystique.
The place where the body disappeared is too peculiar, forcing Scarlett Jennings to guess the worst.
Dashiell, hearing her, then following her gaze, belatedly seed to co to a realization, his face subtly changing,
“Scarlett, you can’t an to say…”
Scarlett Jennings pressed her lips together, nodding slowly.
Devouring Brock Whitley’s body and tainting its ghost energy with foul demon energy, most likely… is soone within this Academy of Mystique.
“It seems we’ll need to return to the academy sooner than planned once the holidays end.”
Scarlett Jennings said this, then suddenly turned to look at Samuel Chalrs.
If she and Dashiell were returning to the academy, what about Samuel Chalrs?
She had a feeling he wouldn’t just stay obediently at the small courtyard.
Samuel Chalrs t her gaze, seemingly guessing her thoughts and simply stated,
“Since the clues are in the academy, I’ll enter with you guys.”
He’s no longer resistant to cooperating with Scarlett Jennings now.
Scarlett Jennings and Dashiell, hearing his words, both had eyes lit up at the sa ti.
Does this an Samuel Chalrs wants to attend school with them?!
This is… quite sothing to look forward to, isn’t it?
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