1359: Chapter 145 Ghosts 1359: Chapter 145 Ghosts “Living humans, really living humans.” “So this is what living people look like.” “Don’t speak as if you’ve never lived, weren’t you the sa when you were alive?” “I’ve forgotten what I looked like when I was alive.” “Why aren’t they transparent?” “Don’t talk nonsense, skeletons and necromancers aren’t transparent either, what’s so strange about it?” “Can I touch them, they won’t bite, will they?”
“Enough of this,” Catherine couldn’t bear it any longer.
Unable to maintain her composure, she let out a trendous roar, but compared to the noise of hundreds of people, even a battle cry seed weak and insignificant.
Her shout was drowned out in an instant amid the clamor, inaudible even to herself, and failed to have the intended effect.
“Boom.” Just as the situation had spiraled out of control, an explosion of blinding light burst forth in the sky not far away.
The light, like the rising sun, almost illuminated the entire city, exposing the ghosts to an unprecedented brightness, causing even the girls to squint in pain from the exaggerated intensity.
Accompanying the light was a violent explosion.
The booming blast not only drowned out the voices of the ghosts but also made the ground shake with its ferocity.
This was more than just the brightness of an explosion, the light that swept over everything carried with it a powerful burst of light-attribute energy.
For the undead, who existed supported by darkness and the energy of death, the sudden eruption of light-attribute energy was too diffuse to cause them real harm, but being showered with it still made their bodies feel distinctly uncomfortable.
This unexpected event plunged the ghosts into confusion, scrambling to find the source of the explosion, and in an instant, they forgot to speak, turning the noisy place eerily silent.
From extre noise to extre quiet in less than a second, the more intense the previous noise had been, the more apparent the silence was now.
At that mont, the girls could even hear their own hearts pounding and the sound of blood coursing through their veins.
“Everyone shut up, nobody talk anymore,” Catherine’s voice suddenly erupted, piercing the silence and reaching a vast area around her.
She knew that within seconds, the irritating ghosts might start making even more noise because of the imdiate explosion, so the knightly girl seized the fleeting mont and let out another battle cry before the ghosts could react, “You are too noisy.
From now on, let whoever I say speak, and no one else make a sound.”
This ti, the battle cry had its desired effect.
Although the ghosts didn’t understand why, Catherine’s commanding roar subdued the tedious ghosts and made them involuntarily follow her order to fall silent.
It wasn’t until everyone had stopped talking that the ghosts, recovering from their previous excessive excitent, realized what they had done and, quite embarrassed, began to untangle themselves from one another, gradually expanding the circle surrounding the girls, giving them adequate space.
Seeing that these undead, though seemingly not quite right in the head, were still reasonable, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
The girls looked at each other, having never imagined how delightful a quiet environnt could be, so much so that it stirred an urge to cry.
The knightly girl exhaled, suppressing the urge to scold the crowd of undead, and reluctantly nodded to the ghosts in acknowledgnt.
“Hello.” Catherine’s voice was inadvertently loud, as if still under the illusion of noise in her ears, startling herself.
She cleared her throat, gave an awkward smile, then moderated her volu, “It’s nice to et you all.
I am Catherine, who has co here to visit from The Door Ho on the other side, along with Lina, Vivian, Freya, Ava, and these two little ones.
Although they are undead like you, they also co from the world of the living.
We hope our visit does not cause too much trouble for you, and I apologize for speaking to you all in such a harsh tone just now, it really was a last resort, and I want to say sorry.”
The undead looked at one another, until a female ghost who seed the oldest erged from the throng and approached Catherine.
She suddenly had the appearance of wanting but hesitating to speak.
“Ah, sorry, sorry, everyone can talk now,” Catherine finally rembered her previous words about allowing soone to speak and realized the representative ghost was waiting for her permission, so she embarrassingly lifted the ban, “But, please also don’t be as… Passionate as before.
We living beings are not accustod to that level of enthusiasm.”
“It’s us who should be apologizing.
How could we treat guests from afar in such a manner?
It’s truly a disgrace among the undead.
It’s unimaginable that we would ever behave in such a way.
We are so ashad, please accept our sincere apologies.” The representative ghost bowed, her right hand on her left shoulder, the gesture giving the girls a sense of déjà vu.
However, they didn’t have ti to ponder as the ghost spoke in a soft and kind voice after bowing, “Please, esteed guests, don’t misunderstand us.
We usually don’t act like that.
Such foolish behavior was just due to the excitent of seeing living beings for the first ti, and we would not normally act out.
We are usually quite normal.”
“I understand.” Catherine nodded with a polite smile, “Sotis in monts of great excitent, it’s inevitable that one might act irrationally.
Please rest assured, we will not take it the wrong way.”
“Thank you for your understanding,” the female ghost said, a flicker of relief shining through her.
Glancing at a corner not far from the girls, she continued, “Also, that living gentleman over there, he is with your group, isn’t he?
Oh, he is indeed a guest, then surely he must be together with you.”
Catherine ignored the language mistake in the female ghost’s words that would have made any language teacher weep and gestured behind herself while introducing, “This is Pannis, indeed invited as well.”
Reviews
All reviews (0)