Chapter 1579: Chapter 1579: Starting Over
Mr. Ghost Hayes clutched the bell and walked the night road all night.
In the distance, the east was turning pale, the thick black night turned into blue-grey, faintly bright, and soon it would be sunrise.
He stopped in a lane, holding the Ghost Control Bell in his palm, scrutinizing it.
Due to the impact of the explosion, the originally full contour like a belly had several dents, and the surface had cracks too, making Mr. Ghost Hayes very distressed.
— It could have been sold for quite a bit, but now it looks like it’s worth just keeping for himself.
This Ghost Control Bell is an artifact capable of imprisoning evil gods. Although it resembles a cage, even a cage can be a place to dwell.
Cherry used all her strength at the last second, leaving only a weak soul hiding within this bell, lingering until the bell might be broken. Without Mr. Ghost Hayes picking her up, she would probably stay inside forever, dissipating completely when the bell was destroyed.
"I’ve sold you twice, so this time I’ll do some good to make it up to you—this family’s daughter had lost her soul disease three years ago, leaving only an empty shell, with little time left. She has no soul; you have no body. Just borrow her name to live on. What do you think?"
After asking, Mr. Ghost Hayes waited for a moment, looking troubled, "You don’t want to go? Why? I went through so much to find a suitable body, and your names are the same, such a coincidence."
He glanced at the sky, sighed, "Don’t hesitate, the dawn is coming. Once that body dies, you can’t use it."
Waited a bit longer.
"Agreed?" Mr. Ghost Hayes smiled, ready to proceed, but paused, "...I should remind you, everything about this family is good except they’re a bit poor, not like you with Gavin Graves, living in luxury... Ow!!!"
The bell suddenly rolled from his palm, directly smashing onto Mr. Ghost Hayes’ foot!
It was a palm-sized bell, but it fell with the force of a large brick! Painfully, Mr. Ghost Hayes hugged his foot, screaming!
"What kind of temperament is this! Can you change that when starting over?! Can you?!"
Squeak—
A rusty iron security door opened, and a middle-aged man stood in the doorway, staring at Mr. Ghost Hayes.
"...Who are you looking for?" the middle-aged man asked.
Mr. Ghost Hayes waved persuasively, "Just passing by, hehe... I am just passing by..."
Feeling Mr. Ghost Hayes was peculiar, unable to ask more, the man shut the security door in confusion.
Mr. Ghost Hayes picked up the bell, adjusted his sleeve, whispered to the grey courtyard wall, "Little ghost, let’s start over clean this time, be a decent person..."
Feeling inexplicably down, he shook his head, sauntering onward, muttering, "Human path is narrow, the immortal path is vast; the ghost path is delightful, as the door to life..."
...
The middle-aged man had just closed the door, hearing his wife’s crying voice from inside, "Old Man! Come quickly!"
Old Man rushed in, not daring to delay.
"What happened?!"
He dashed in, failing to see his wife at first, but seeing the bedroom light on, he ran in, "What’s going on?"
His wife stood there dumbstruck.
His daughter sat on the bed with a bewildered expression.
The small son sleeping on the top bunk rubbed his eyes and sat up, saying, "Dad, sister said she wants water."
Cherry was puzzled, could this family be so poor they can’t afford water?
The woman bent down, eyes red, asked, "Cherry, say something else for mommy to hear?"
Cherry thought for a moment, softly said, "Mom, I want water..."
The woman burst into tears, "Cherry! You can speak!"
The middle-aged man was emotional too, tears in his eyes asking, "Cherry, look at me, look at me, who am I?"
Cherry hesitated, "...Dad... Dad?"
The couple embraced her, laughing and crying incoherently.
Cherry suddenly felt her eyes wet, joined in crying, "Mom... Dad..."
Dad...
Mom...