Oakley sat on the couch feeling a bit lost, sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room. He didn’t dare to speak, his body tense with a look of alertness on his face.
A cold breeze blew in from the window. It was closed at this time and the chill was unusual, making one feel like they were in an ice cave.
The eyes of several people turned towards the direction of the window where a black shadow slowly appeared under the fluorescent light.
Leo’s suspended heart finally relaxed, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, as he had expected, it was the second type of ghost.
Sitting on the sofa, Oakley watched as the black shadow gradually took shape in the direction of the window, his mouth wide open in shock…
This was truly unbelievable!
Angus and Eric were also stunned to see that the ghost was an old woman!
Looking at her hunched figure, her weathered face like tree bark, and her hands resembling withered branches, it was impossible not to feel fear.
“It’s you!?” After holding it in for a while, Oakley finally managed to utter these words.
It seemed that Oakley knew this ghost, which explained why the ghost was haunting him.
After seeing Leo, the ghost understood why it had appeared here.
A hint of fear flashed in its eyes, but then its gaze fell on Oakley.
Humans and ghosts are on different paths, existing in two separate worlds. Under normal circumstances, there is no way for them to communicate.
Just like a person and a stone, although they can see each other, trying to communicate is simply impossible.
Oakley trembled as he looked at the ghost and asked with a shaky voice, “Madam, what’s happened to you? How could you…?”
While looking at Oakley, the ghost had a kind expression on its face, and its lips moved. However, except for Leo, the others couldn’t hear anything.
Leo took one of the talismans from the coffee table and ignited it. He reached out and pointed towards the ghost, and a golden light shot into its body.
The ghost hunched down a bit and said to Leo, “Thank you.”
The words “thank you” clearly reached the ears of everyone in the room.
Leo nodded at the old ghost and looked at Oakley with a certain tone, “Oakley, you should know her, right?”
Oakley nodded, recalling a small incident from a month ago.
It was on a Saturday evening about a month ago when Oakley and three classmates had finished dining at a restaurant and were planning to go to Lakeside Avenue to enjoy the night scenery and beautiful girls.
They didn’t take a taxi and were casually walking and chatting along the road.
After walking for a while, they suddenly heard a screeching sound of brakes, which startled them.
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw an old person lying in a pool of blood on the road.
The car that caused the accident accelerated, changed direction, and fled the scene.
Almost without thinking, Oakley rushed towards the elderly person lying on the ground. But just as he was about to help the old person up, one of his classmates grabbed his arm.
“Oakley, don’t help her!” one of the classmates shouted.
“Why not?”
“Are you stupid? You didn’t hit her. If you help her up, what if she tries to extort money from you?” another classmate reminded him.
These words made Oakley hesitate. He couldn’t bear it and said, “Look at all the blood she’s losing. We can’t just ignore it.”
“Just call 911 for an ambulance, and don’t get involved in anything else. Otherwise, it could cause trouble for you,” the third classmate had the same attitude as the others.
Under the influence of his classmates, Oakley reluctantly made an emergency call, providing the location of the incident, and then the group quickly left the scene.
In the following month, Oakley felt uneasy. The question of whether the old woman had survived or died lingered in his mind. He even blamed himself for only making a phone call for help.
Since that day, Oakley experienced a strange phenomenon with his body. Every day at noon, he would feel extremely tired, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep.
It was a mental torment. Medication and other methods had no effect in improving the situation.
In the end, Oakley even began to believe that this situation was punishment from fate for his failure to save the old woman.
But he couldn’t understand why he was the only witness. His three classmates were also there, but they seemed unaffected. Two of them even forgot about the incident entirely.
After Oakley finished recounting the events, he looked at the old ghost and asked, “Madam, what happened to you in the end?”
“What do you think?” The old ghost smirked at Oakley, revealing a sinister and terrifying expression.
Oakley’s scalp tingled, and a chill ran down his spine.
Leo took a step forward and asked, puzzled, “You were not harmed by him, so why are you haunting him?”
The old ghost glanced fearfully at Leo and replied, “He is a good young man, but since that day, we have become entangled in karma. I can only seek him out; I am also compelled to do so.”
A troubled expression appeared on the old ghost’s face, resembling the bark of a withered tree.
Leo’s curiosity was piqued. It seemed that this ghost had some untold secret.
“Why are you compelled? Speak up, or you will face the consequences,” Leo threatened.
The old ghost’s face twisted with fear and hesitation. She glanced discreetly behind her, as if afraid of something.
After a long moment of hesitation, she made up her mind and uttered these words, “I… I am being controlled by Ghost Mother.”
“Ghost Mother?” Leo was taken aback.
Ghost Mother, also known as the Mother of Ten Thousand Ghosts or the Nine Offspring Ghost Mother, was the first ghost to appear in the mortal world.
“It’s impossible. Ghost Mother was sealed in the 18th level of hell five thousand years ago, never to be reborn,” Leo asserted confidently, thanks to the knowledge he gained as a cultivator.
The old ghost trembled and said cautiously, “Master, everything I said is true. Ghost Mother ordered me to haunt every person I had a karmic connection with, for a total of forty-nine days. Only then would she spare me; otherwise, my soul would be scattered forever.”
Hearing the old ghost’s firm words, Leo became perplexed. Could it be that the legendary Ghost Mother had reappeared!?
Ghost Mother, the creator of ghosts, gives birth to nine ghosts every day.