Chapter 336 - 329: Star of the Dark

Chapter 336: Chapter 329: Star of the Dark

Sun Xiaoran’s Ghost Soul was not only willing to leave with the "law enforcement officers," but also actively followed their guidance into the lead box.

In fact, to the ghost, the potent "aura of vitality" emanating from the three people made it instinctively understand they were no "mortals."

Furthermore, its memories and thought processes had been severely affected after death, so it wasn’t surprising that it trusted specialized "law enforcement officers" like Jiutian.

Also, the time it had spent lingering in the cemetery had left it feeling lost and confused.

It knew it was dead and remembered who its family was. More importantly, it understood that its family was terrified of it.

It spent most of its time waiting in the cemetery, guarding the pile of ash from the Netherworld Coins—its "posthumous property"—and waiting to be taken to the world of the dead.

But it waited for a long time, and no Ghost Messenger or Angel came for it. This deeply confused its already skewed way of thinking, right up until two unlucky bastards hoping to profit from the dead stumbled upon it.

Its family had repeatedly told it that this pile of ash was money burned for it, and that it shouldn’t save, but spend as much as it wanted.

But... how was she supposed to spend it? Where could she spend it?

’Since these two came to steal it, they must know it’s important. They must know how to spend it, right?’

So it was less about catching thieves stealing her "money" and more about a sense of great expectation. However, with her paranoid mindset, she was completely unable to read Xiaoliu’s and Hu Zi’s emotions, nor could she understand why they would steal something if they didn’t know what it was for.

All she felt was betrayal, and her hatred instantly skyrocketed.

What happened next was the terrifying incident that Old Dan and Xiaohong described, after which Sun Xiaoran’s Ghost Soul returned to her grave.

About twenty minutes after the Special Security Team agents entered Little Grey Mountain Cemetery, the officers and Soldiers outside saw the three of them walk out again, carrying that same conspicuous, large box.

Huang Jiutian saluted the Lieutenant at the sentry post.

"All clear. You can stand down."

"Yes, sir!"

As the troops withdrew in an orderly fashion, the police on the perimeter also lifted their blockade a short while later. Little Grey Mountain Cemetery reopened about half a day after that.

The rumors that spread about the incident were bizarre. Some people from nearby villages heard that someone at Little Grey Mountain, possessed by greed, had tried to steal the ash from the burnt offerings in the middle of the night, only to offend the entity in the grave and get strangled to death for it.

Another version claimed a murder had occurred in the cemetery, and the killer was a dangerous, habitual offender. The authorities had locked down Little Grey Mountain to catch him.

Comparatively, the second version was more believable, as troops had been deployed to cordon off the mountain—obviously to hunt for a criminal.

Fortunately, Little Grey Mountain wasn’t very big, and the culprit was "caught" in less than a day, which put the nearby residents’ minds at ease.

...

"Yes, that’s right. It retains some of its memories from life, remembers its primary family members, and has some capacity for logical thought. However, it struggles with certain simple concepts, and some of its views are rather extreme. Its behavior can become excessive when provoked. Mm... yes, that’s the situation for now. Okay, understood."

Jiutian hung up the phone. Through the one-way mirror, he watched the Ghost Soul sitting across from his colleague inside the room.

Miaomiao stood with her arms crossed, looking at the sharp-voiced female ghost before her.

To be honest, as a senior agent of the Special Security Team, she had seen all sorts of terrifying things. As an Evolver, her soul and spirit were far stronger than an ordinary person’s, leaving her with practically nothing to fear.

"Sun Xiaoran, does your neck have to be crooked like that? You may have died once, but does that mean you can just let your appearance go as a girl?"

The female ghost across from her was taken aback.

"I... never... tried..."

"Then try! Straighten your neck. You couldn’t help it when you fell to your death, but why keep it that way? Who are you trying to scare?"

"CREAK... CREAK CREAK..."

The sound of grinding bone filled the air as the female ghost slowly moved her neck. The bones throughout her body twisted unnaturally, and her slanted shoulder tilted back and forth.

This scene would have been horrifying to a normal person. The complexions of the few police officers standing outside with Jiutian turned pale, goosebumps crawling up their skin. Jiutian could even hear their heart rates skyrocketing.

After a long time, she finally managed to get her neck straight, though the bones in the rest of her body were still in an awkward position. Seeing how much effort it had taken, Miaomiao didn’t press her further.

"See? Isn’t that much better?"

She took out her small pocket mirror to let the ghost see, only to realize its reflection didn’t appear in it.

"Ahem. Anyway, it’s much better than before. You look... uh, you look like a proper ghost now!"

Huang Jiutian, who was watching from outside, caught the detail with the mirror.

He frowned, thinking for a moment, then glanced at the police officers beside him.

’No reflection in the mirror... She really is like a traditional ghost!’

The officers beside him didn’t have sharp enough eyesight to see what was on Miaomiao’s little mirror, so not knowing what to say, they simply remained silent.

Inside, Miaomiao and the burly, middle-aged man continued to question the ghost about details, such as whether she felt hunger, what she craved, and what she feared.

Then they asked Sun Xiaoran to try and recall how she became what she was now.

While taking notes, Huang Jiutian suddenly had an idea. He opened the Door and walked straight in.

"Sun Xiaoran, aside from your current form, you should have a state where normal people can’t see you, right? Can you try to switch to it?"

Sun Xiaoran knew this handsome but intimidating man had been watching from outside. Hearing his request, she gave it a try.

Her ghostly figure clearly faded, becoming translucent, but it made no difference to Jiutian and the other two.

"Can you see her?"

He called out to the police officers at the door.

"We can’t see her anymore. Uh, sir, is she still there?"

"Yes, don’t worry. She hasn’t moved."

As he spoke, Jiutian picked up the small mirror from the table in front of Miaomiao.

"Just as I thought! Now there’s a reflection in the mirror!"

The reflection of Sun Xiaoran’s ghostly figure, its bones still slightly askew, was now visible in the mirror. The ghost herself could be seen staring intently at it.

"See? I told you it’s more pleasing to the eye, didn’t I?"

Miaomiao didn’t forget to add.

"Um... Officer, how many years... will I be sentenced to?"

It seemed that people and ghosts worried about the same things.

"You committed intentional murder, which is quite serious. But you now have a chance to atone for your crime through meritorious service, so you don’t have to worry too much about a heavy sentence. Just cooperate honestly."

"Oh, right. Regarding your request to see your family, I just contacted them. Your parents and sister should be here by tomorrow."

"Really?!"

Her shrill tone was clearly filled with excitement, causing the police officers at the door to frown instinctively. Their eardrums tingled, and a faint ringing sound followed.

"Yes. Have Miaomiao get you ready. You don’t want to scare your family."

Miaomiao, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.

"Captain Huang, how am I supposed to do that? What kind of cosmetics can she even use?"

One word squeezed out from between Jiutian’s teeth.

"Bone-setting!"

"Oh..."

Miaomiao stuck out her tongue, showing she understood.

...

Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit stood atop Little Grey Mountain, gazing out over the cemetery.

A fluorescent white light pulsed dazzlingly in its eyes, and two white arcs of light extended a few meters to its left and right.

Its Magic Power and spiritual energy were at their peak.

A grayish-white spiritual aura was the dominant color of this place, and it was most pronounced around Sun Xiaoran’s grave.

It looked up at the sky, and those peculiar, multicolored stars of light and shadow once again appeared in its vision.

The Holy Spirit had once asked Master Sage what those stars truly were. Ever since, it felt immense pressure each time it saw them.

"The Star of the Dark..."

A glint flashed in its eyes as a Meteor shot across the sky, heading west.