Xyrin Empire-Chapter 129 - Dead Souls

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 Dead Souls

Looking around, we didn’t find any remains or a pile of Bone Strengthening Powder brandishing its fangs in front of us, which left us who were already on high mental alert feeling somewhat at a loss.

Of course, we wouldn’t have hoped to actually see a ghoul standing in front of us anyway.

“It’s strange, I definitely felt energy fluctuations when we came in.”

Lin Xue’s voice, full of confusion, echoed beside me as she looked around and stepped into the room before suddenly shouting loudly,

“Are there—any—ghosts?”

Miss, I worship you, from the bottom of my heart I worship you!

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Just then, we suddenly heard a loud thud behind us.

That sound was all too familiar… I held back my laughter, turned around, and saw Alaya clumsily climbing up from the ground, then pat-patting the dust off her clothes.

Despite the grand house’s high ceilings, the hallway’s height still wasn’t conducive to flying, so Alaya had been following us on foot since earlier.

Seeing an angel on the ground walking on two feet might not be odd, but when that angel is Alaya, something funny is bound to happen.

Every time I think of the dignified and holy Angel Sister tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground, I can’t help but feel speechless.

At that moment, Alaya finally brushed off the dust clinging to her, and with a slight flutter of her enormous wings, I didn’t manage to stop her in time, as the somewhat slow-reacting Angel Sister began to vigorously shake her wings like a bird flinging off water droplets.

Suddenly, the entire room was filled with smoke, and everyone started coughing from the irritation…

Does this clumsy girl ever think before she acts? With such a seriously derailed way of thinking, how on earth did she manage to decide the fate of a planet before!

Just as the room filled with floating dust, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a vague shadow flicker past us from behind.

It was vaguely distinguishable as a strange woman in a long dress.

“Pandora!”

Among us, the quickest, Pandora immediately sprang into action, rushing with nearly ghostly speed to the path the figure had to pass by, but to everyone’s surprise, the shadow surprisingly passed directly through Pandora’s body as if unobstructed!

Pandora was slightly startled, and then her eyes instantly turned into an icy blue, the color of high-speed data computations, as she glanced once at the intangible figure and immediately came up with the best solution.

“Energy Binding Force Field!”

As the words fell, with Pandora at the center, the entire room was instantly filled with a pale blue glow, and the odd woman who had rushed to the door was simultaneously frozen in mid-air.

A creature made entirely of energy? I immediately associated it with the kind of mass actors essential in any ghost house scene.

Indeed, once Alaya’s friendly offering of a makeshift Cloud Mist effect had finally dissipated, we saw a ghost fixed in mid-air, emitting a faint ghastly pale halo.

It appeared that the woman who had fled into this room and ultimately died here was this very person; thinking about her fate, to be honest, we felt some sympathy—for her that is, provided she hadn’t completely transformed into a mindless Undead Puppet.

I asked Pandora to use that whatever force field to seal the room, and then released the energy binding on the figure.

As soon as she gained freedom, the ghost let out a low, piercing scream, and then dashed towards the door. After being bounced back by a blue wall of light, she quickly rushed to the corner, curling up tightly into a ball. Her light flickered on and off, and she looked utterly terrified.

Shouldn’t this scenario be the other way around? Aren’t ghosts supposed to scare people instead of people scaring ghosts?

Lin Xue, who was the most playful of the group, seemed to agree. She shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, and said, “I was all set to scream, and this ghost is just not cooperating…” As she spoke, she took a few steps forward, looking down from above at the quivering ghost, and said, “Hey, ghost, could you cooperate and give me a scare?”

I rubbed my forehead wordlessly, unable to understand Lin Xue’s mischievous nature, “Are you sure she understands Mandarin?”

Lin Xue raised an eyebrow at me and said with undeniable certainty, “Haven’t you noticed that the laziest guy has already achieved Mandarin ubiquity in this book?”

We all responded with silence.

“No… no…” The ghost finally spoke up, her voice somewhat hollow and shrill. She trembled all over, curling up tightly, “Don’t purify me, I never hurt anyone… really, I never hurt anyone…”

Purify her? I was a bit slow to catch on. As a ghost, she was really losing face, wasn’t she?

But soon, I realized who the ghost had been avoiding all along — it was Alaya, who was behind me, engrossed in preening her feathers, completely unaware she had become the center of everyone’s attention.

It took a good while for Angel Sister to finally notice the atmosphere around her. She curiously lifted her head from her wings, looked at me with puzzled eyes, and then flashed an incredibly goofy smile.

Could you be any slower?!

I finally understood. This ghost was afraid of the angel in front of her. Indeed, Alaya, whose body was almost entirely composed of Holy Light Energy, was like an elite of elite to a little ghost. Probably even a single feather falling from Angel Sister could blast the ghost to smithereens. It was clear that the ghost still retained her senses; she wasn’t one of those fearless brain-dead zombies that would charge suicidally at a True God.

The gods revered in the world of Azeroth were not God, Holy Light, Element, Titans, or the Moon God; the beliefs of this world were quite complex and the doctrines bizarre. But there seemed to be one commonality with Christianity on Earth: angels are God’s envoys, immensely powerful and noble, and the bane of all dark beings.

When we were in the Otherworld, Dingdang had told us that the image of angels exists in most worlds. This was due to the influence of the Star Domain Divine Race being so great that even worlds that didn’t worship them were interfered with by the Power of Laws, resulting in a worship of angels. Although Alaya was an Angel Envoy of the Xyrin Empire, she was still a type of angel, and for a ghost, that meant a natural enemy.

After repeatedly ensuring her that we would definitely not harm her and after Alaya had withdrawn all her Holy Light Energy, the ghost finally calmed down a little.

This was my first time encountering a ghost, and although I have already seen a variety of bizarre beings, including the Slap Goddess, I was still quite curious about these mystical entities with ancient legends.

The other party, although a ghost, didn’t look scary. Perhaps it was the special nature of this kind of undead creature, retaining the appearance from when they were alive. She was dressed in a plain maid costume and must have been a maid in this mansion. She had flaxen hair that reached her waist and could be considered a beauty. However, being amidst Qianqian and the others, who were devastatingly gorgeous, I had developed a resistance to such visual treats. Moreover, the other party was a ghost, who had been dead for who knows how long…

Well, that maid costume was quite… ahem, I should check if I’ve mistakenly opened the public channel of the Spiritual Connection again…

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Considering the ghost was currently quite frightened, and among us, only Alaya had the most healing attribute, and it seemed that only Alaya could make this undead creature spill the beans honestly, Angel Sister was chosen for the first dead-person communication envoy. She carefully (the “care” was entirely to prevent herself from face-planting…) approached the trembling ghost sitting on the bed, looking like she might flee at any moment, stopped at a distance acceptable to both, and gently asked, “What is your name?”

At this moment, Angel Sister radiated a warm atmosphere filled with the spirit of universal love. It was probably beyond the ghost, who had kept her head low, not daring to look up, to imagine that the dignified Lord Angel in front of her had almost stumbled and fallen a second before…

“…An… Anwina Leika… it should be this name. I’m a civilian, with no family surname…”

The ghost hesitated for quite some time before she replied softly, as if she had almost forgotten her own name after not having heard it for so long.

“It’s lucky we found out in time,” Sandora’s voice suddenly rang out in my mind, “Usually when a spiritual body creature completely forgets its own name, it’s the moment it completely loses its true nature. This ghost must have been a very innocent being in life, with not much impurity in her soul, so she didn’t forget her name that easily.”

Alaya paused for a moment, then asked in an even gentler voice,

“Very well, Anwina, can you tell us about your experiences?”