Filed to story: Eight Uncles Beloved Treasure
His lips quirked up upon noticing her skepticism. “You don’t believe me… Well, awakening one’s third eye is one thing. There is no shortage of gifted individuals. After all, the third eye is something that everyone has.”
“But spells are different. It requires theory to practice. Some practitioners cannot light a single spark and can only rely on charms for fire. It’s only natural that you don’t believe it can happen.”
“Ah, you’re definitely one of those who are going to fail to do it, Tulip!”
Lilly frowned. “If you’re trying to egg me on, Master, it’s not working.”
“…”
She’s obviously four. Why is she such a difficult child?
Lilly stared right through him. “Why don’t you do it, Master? I’ll believe you if you show me.”
The corners of his lips twitched in response. “I might be good at what I do, but this damn…”
The child finally understood what he meant. “Oh, so you’re saying you can’t do it either.”
He massaged his forehead. “Hey now. What are you trying to imply here? You’re saying I can’t do it?”
He shot her a glare. “I’m just trying to look out for you in case you get scared. It’s a powerful spell. What if I end up burning all your hair? You’ll be bald.”
Lilly continued, “But…”
“Enough! Stop asking so many questions, kid! Come, say the incantation with me. %$^&#… Do you understand?”
“?”
Could you please say it slower this time…?
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On the other hand, Hannah tightly clutched her quilt as she silently wept.
After a long day of crying, she was now filled with frustration.
She quickly stood up to grab a cup when she noticed tears streaming down her cheeks…
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind forcefully opened the window.
Startled, Hannah jumped and turned to see what caused it.
She rubbed her eyes. Was that a white figure…?
Trembling, she threw the cup aside and hurriedly crawled back under the covers!
The only sound she could hear in the quilt was her own breathing, but for some reason, she had the sensation of someone’s presence.
Something pulled at her foot.
With a scream, she sprang up and ran towards the door, crying, “Mommy…”
Behind her, a white figure slowly approached her…
Hannah lacked the courage to face what was behind her and remained pressed against the door, trying in vain to force it open.
It felt as though she could hear someone crying behind her, but when she turned around, there was nothing there.
She was terrified. What could a child like her understand? Without hesitation, she dove under the bed to hide.
Outside, it was quiet.
That was when she noticed a pair of feet moving around her room before stopping in front of her…
The child held her breath and covered her trembling lips.
The ‘person’ seemed to hear it. Slowly, she bent over with one hand propped up on the bed, causing the room to creak.
It noticed her.
Just then, the door to her room was thrown open. Lilly’s voice rang out loudly and clearly. “%$^&#!”
Hannah had no idea what she was saying.
All she saw was a ball of fire slamming into the figure!
A shrill scream echoed through the room, and the feet that were firmly planted on the ground lifted as the figure tried to escape.
Lilly chased after her with a determined expression. The fireball whirled in her hand before being hurled at the ghost.
Pablo narrowed his eyes. “That’s a malignant spirit…”
Ghosts were categorized into different classes.
Wandering spirits were the ones who roamed the world of the living. They didn’t do anything except wander.
Wandering spirits were usually souls who died from illnesses, car accidents, or old age and failed to reach the gates of heaven.
Souls who died an unnatural death and carried great resentment were aptly named resentful spirits.
They were often aggressive and, under certain circumstances, could manifest and take lives.
Malignant spirits were the most vicious and ranked above resentful spirits. They died in tragic and abnormal ways. They carried a paranoid obsession and were capable of absorbing negative energy to ‘upgrade’ themselves and attach to the living.
Similar to how unlucky ghosts could attach themselves to a human and cause severe bad luck or even accidental death.
Malignant spirits were unable to accept their deaths and wandered in search of hosts to live again.
Lilly failed to suppress the evil and allowed the female spirit to escape.
Before the female spirit ran away, she turned and glared viciously at Lilly before disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
Lilly turned to ask, “What’s a malignant spirit, Master?”
Pablo took his time to explain the intricacies to her and concluded, “There are many kinds of malignant spirits. At the end of the day, they’re all made up of various negative emotions such as love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance. Examples can range from weeping ghosts, fearful ghosts, petty ghosts, to perverted ghosts…”
Lilly pointed out the window. “What kind of ghost was that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “A weeping ghost.”
Lilly blinked and turned to look at Hannah.
It seemed she had an epiphany!
“Was the weeping ghost here because Hannah likes crying?”
Pablo praised her, “That’s right. Extremely gluttonous people tend to attract gluttonous ghosts. Crybabies tend to attract weeping ghosts.”
Lilly nodded in understanding.
She had always said that children shouldn’t cry for no reason.
Hannah was completely out of it.
Even though the younger girl had turned around to speak to her, she couldn’t hear what Lilly was saying. When calm finally washed over her, she stood up and stumbled towards Lilly.
“Okay. Don’t be scared. I chased the ghost away.”
Hannah suddenly threw herself onto Lilly and burst into a fresh wave of tears.
She was so scared.
Lilly announcing her arrival with a fireball reminded her of the superhero Ultraman.
