Chapter 613: Numb, Numb, Legs Numb....
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The unlucky ghost was exasperated. “What are you doing!’
The flirtatious ghost held a white note in her hand and said disdainfully,
“Have you forgotten how many candies you owe me just now? Return this one.
There are still three left.” With that, she floated into the Soul Retrieving Gourd.
The cowardly ghost patted the unlucky ghost’s shoulder and reminded him,
“You still owe me three.’
The unlucky ghost: ‘
Amelia jogged back to the room, shouting, “Seven, where are you?” It was so strange that she didn’t see Seven or Gold when she returned today. Could it be that Seven had kidnapped Gold?
As Amelia thought this, she saw Gold and Seven staring at each other on the windowsill.
“What are you doing?” Amelia leaned over the windowsill and looked at them curiously.
Seven’s wings trembled. “It’s numb… It’s numb…”
Amelia was confused.
Seven’s eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was filled with sorrow. “It’s numb, it’s really numb, my legs are numb…”
Amelia was speechless. She looked at Seven strangely, then at Gold. Why were his legs numb?
It turned out that Seven and Gold had been confronting each other for a day. Gold was still fine. Cats had the ability to hunt. Sometimes, in order to wait for their prey, they would stay motionless for a day and a half. It was completely fine. However, Seven was in trouble. When people relaxed, the muscles in their hands would also relax. However, when the birds were relaxed, the muscles in their claws would be in a tight state. In other words, the birds had to grab onto branches or something like that to rest. When they slept, they had to grab onto the branches tightly. It was as comfortable as lying on a bed. However, standing on the flat windowsill like this was equivalent to standing in military posture for an entire day during military training. It would be strange if their legs were not numb.
Seven shouted in grief and indignation, “I’m really impressed by this Gold!”
Amelia didn’t understand what was going on. Although she didn’t understand what game Seven and Gold were playing, she still brought Seven over. Seven’s body relaxed and he fell into Amelia’s palm.
Gold also jumped off the windowsill and squatted at Amelia’s feet, meowing.
His voice was soft and pleasant, as if he was wheedling. Amelia asked him, “Have you eaten? Grandma just made fish. I didn’t even see you.”
Gold’s ears pricked up. Fish? It immediately ran out! It was indeed hungry after squatting for a day and almost couldn’t help but eat Seven.
Seven shakily stood back on his branch, his bird face blank. Amelia squatted beside him and asked, “Seven, aren’t you hungry? Have you eaten?”
Seven was still muttering, “It’s numb, it’s numb…” It had to slow down…
Amelia saw that Seven was trembling non-stop, so she grabbed a handful of grains and opened her palm for Seven to eat. Seven pecked at the rice as it trembled. In the future, it would never compete with Gold in military postures! It wanted to fly to the tree! Torture it to death!
Amelia had just fed Seven when there was a knock on the door and Henry came in.
“Third Uncle?” Amelia asked in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
Henry took a shower and changed into home clothes. No one saw the faint imprint of a small paper effigy on the back of his neck. A green light flashed in his eyes, then quickly faded.
Henry placed the juice on the table and said gently, “Grandma got you some juice. I brought it up for you.”
Amelia ran over happily. Although her stomach was still a little full, she could still drink another glass of fruit juice!
Henry looked at Amelia gulping down the juice and holding the glass with a focused expression. She was really similar to Helena when she was young. He sat at the side and asked hesitantly, “Mia, are there really so many ghosts in this world?” On the day of the Ghost Festival, he saw his dead sister, Helena. She had said a few words to him and stayed for an entire night before he watched her disappear… At that time, he felt that as long as he could see his sister, so what if he overturned the worldview? Even when he was free for a few days, he desperately read books about ghosts and evil spirits. However, as the days passed, he flew at an altitude of 10,000 meters every day. What he saw on the day of the Ghost Festival faded more and more. Sometimes, he even felt that it was a dream… Until today… It was like a dream before that suddenly became real again.
Amelia replied, “There are as many ghosts in the world as there are humans, but there aren’t that many ghosts in the world.”
Henry asked, “Can the reincarnated dead still be found?”
Amelia held the cup and took a sip of fruit juice. She shook her head. “Third Uncle, you’re thinking too much. Master said that there are so many people in the world. You can’t find it..