Chapter 332: Outsiders Can’t Help

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Harper: “…” He was speechless. There were so many people who saw the photos. Did everyone dream of ghosts?

Harper rolled his eyes and walked away.

Elmer: “Master chased after that evil spirit for two days, but I didn’t catch it.

He’s too cunning.”

Amelia asked, “He’s so cunning. Could he be a cunning ghost?”

Elmer: “… You’re right.”

Amelia was instantly happy. “I’m awesome!”

Elmer’s mouth twitched. “But that cunning ghost isn’t simple. It’s been around for hundreds of years at least. He doesn’t possess living people. He only possesses dead souls. That way, it’s not easy to be discovered or captured.” Amelia asked curiously, “Why did he possess a ghost instead of eating it directly?” If you ate it, you would gain weight. That would be even more amazing!

Elmer: “This is the cunningness of a cunning ghost. He keeps nurturing malicious ghosts and then gets them to find someone who matches his eight characters…

Amelia nodded as if she understood. “He just found a group of ghosts to work for him!”

Elmer: “…” Your explanation was not wrong. This cunning ghost was not only cunning, but also very powerful. The most troublesome thing was that this cunning ghost was targeting Amelia now. He even dared to target the mini King of Hell!

Elmer opened the booklet and looked at the new line of red words that appeared below Amelia’s name. His heart sank.

The Textless Book determined one’s life and death. The karma of one’s previous life was all in it. It knew the future and the past. From the moment one was born, everything was predestined. However, the thin booklet recorded the predestined fate of all living beings…

Elmer looked at the line of red words that appeared below Amelia’s name in the booklet: Inner Demon, cannot rely on external help.

Elmer frowned. He could not figure out what inner demons a three or four-year-old girl could have. However, since it was a reminder in red text, it meant that this matter was quite serious… But if this matter was quite serious, what could she do without external help?! Amelia was facing a cunning ghost!

Amelia asked, “Master, why did that cunning ghost target our family?” At first, it was Fourth Uncle, but now it was Harper.

Elmer shook his head. “He’s not targeting your fourth uncle and Brother

Harper. He’s just targeting you.”

Amelia was puzzled. Since he had his eyes on her, he should have come straight to her. Why did he have to look for Fourth Uncle and Brother Harper? She decided to go talk to the cunning ghost. Although he was a ghost, he could not do things in such a roundabout manner…

Amelia muttered, “Let me calculate where that cunning ghost is hiding.” She ran out and took down Grandpa Turtle, who was sunbathing on the rockery of the garden fountain outside. Amelia spun the turtle!

Grandpa Turtle was very calm. He lay flat the entire time. His feet, tail, and head were stretched out of the turtle shell very relaxed, and his eyes were narrowed. Parrot Seven stood at the side. When it saw the turtle’s head turn around, it stretched out its neck to bite him!

Amelia grabbed Seven and placed him on her shoulder. “Seven, be good. Don’t cause trouble.’

Elmer looked at Amelia, who was squatting in front of the turtle. She was innocent and cute. Her eyes were clear. How could she not look troubled at all? So… things weren’t as serious as he thought, right?

Grandpa Turtle spun around on the ground and finally stopped. Amelia stretched out a finger and gestured. “Grandpa Turtle, is that cunning ghost in Bradford City?”

Grandpa Turtle didn’t speak. Seven shook his head at the side. “Yes, it said yes, yes, yes!”

Amelia: “Yes! I understand!”

Elmer: “…” He had been chasing after the cunning ghost for the past two days. In the end, the place where the cunning ghost disappeared was Bradford City

in North City. It seemed that he had to go to North City.

On the night of the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Henry returned.

The Walton family’s house was filled with the fragrance of zong zi. The zong zi were steamed in a steamer. Amelia carried a small basket over to put them in. “One, two… five… ten… eleven…

Alex leaned against the side of the console, holding the lid of the steamer pot in one hand. “Can he eat this much?”

Amelia nodded. “Third Uncle said that he wants to eat eleven.’

Alex pursed his lips. It would be best if Henry could eat eleven. He had made his daughter work so hard to wrap the zong zi for so long and even had to personally bring them to him.

Henry, who had just reached the kitchen door, couldn’t help but smile. Mia remembered so clearly.

Henry said, “Mia…” His voice was warm and pleasant.

Amelia turned around and saw Henry in the captain’s uniform. Her eyes lit up.. “Wow, Third Uncle, you’re so handsome!”