ALL NOVEL Chapter 43, Ghost Child
Chapter 43, Ghost Child
The sudden voice sent a chill straight to his head.
This isn’t Blackstone Town, and it’s the back room of a gold shop—how could there be someone talking here?
Without thinking about the gold and silver in his hands, he rolled on the spot toward the door.
As he rolled, his eyes swept toward the source of the voice behind him.
He saw a nearly transparent little girl standing in the corner of the room, looking at him.
After he completed his roll, the little girl clapped her hands enthusiastically.
A ghost!
Not much different from the ghost infant he saw in the mining village, this little girl was also a spirit.
A soul formed after death.
But her body was more translucent, almost as if it was disappearing.
If he had known ghosts existed in this world, he would have asked for more detailed advice on how to deal with them.
While surprised that this world had ghosts, Barson and the skeleton warriors, weapons in hand, had already rushed toward the ghost.
They swung their blades at the spirit.
The ghost girl, startled, shrank back and disappeared through the wall behind her.
Is she gone?
Just as Wu Heng was about to relax.
The girl’s head peeked out from a corner of the wall, her big black eyes staring at them.
"Why did you try to hit me?" the little girl asked angrily.
She can speak and is willing to communicate.
What’s going on?
"Hold position," Wu Heng ordered.
The advancing skeletons stopped and stood still.
The ghost girl cautiously floated down and landed on the floor again, curiously asking, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"
"I came to look for some things. What about you? What are you doing here?" Wu Heng replied and asked in return.
According to Captain Otruluk, child spirits are very troublesome.
Because they haven’t been in society long, they lack a proper sense of right and wrong, often acting on whims.
The ghost infant in the mining village was like that, and it was difficult to deal with.
"This is my family's shop," the little girl said, her hands behind her back.
Damn, it feels like I’m completely in the wrong here.
"Oh, it's your family's shop? I didn’t know that."
"It’s okay. All those people outside have gone crazy, biting anyone they see, so the shop can’t operate. When everything gets better, I’ll ask Grandpa to open a new one in the city, near the zoo," the little girl said as she paced back and forth, hands behind her back.
"You still have a grandpa?"
The little girl paused for a moment, then looked up at him with some confusion, "Of course! Without Grandpa, there wouldn’t be Dad, and without Dad, there wouldn’t be me. Uncle, didn’t you know that?"
Uh, this...
"I knew that. So, where’s your grandpa now?" Wu Heng asked, changing the topic.
"At home!" The little girl glanced at the backpack on the ground and continued, "Uncle, do you really need that gold?"
Wu Heng looked at the gold and silver jewelry in the backpack and nodded.
The little girl thought for a moment and said, "Then how about we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?"
This ghost was completely different from the ghost infant from last time.
She looked normal and spoke clearly.
And she didn’t show any hostility; she wasn’t much different from a living person.
"My family has more gold, my grandpa’s gold. I’ll give it to you if you take some food to my grandpa and dad. How about that?" the little girl said, her big eyes wide open.
So after all this talking, she just wanted me to take some food to her family.
But if her grandpa and dad survived, how did she die?
This little girl had a tragic fate.
But in this apocalypse, who isn’t facing tough times?
"You mean a trade or exchange, right?"
"Oh, yes, a trade. And my home isn’t far, just a few steps away," the little girl said, hands on her hips.
Food wasn’t something he lacked.
A casual scavenging run could yield enough food to last a long time.
Completing a trade with the girl or helping survivors wasn’t a big deal.
Besides, according to the girl, her grandpa ran the shop and had the skills to make jewelry—he could be a craftsman.
Maybe he could be useful later on.
Helping them out wasn’t a bad deal, as the girl said, taking the gold didn’t hurt him.
"Where are they?" Wu Heng asked.
"Just behind the shop. I can take you there," the girl said happily.
"Alright, let’s go!"
"Yay! Thank you, Uncle." The little girl floated up joyfully, spinning in the air.
"Wait for me. I’ll go find some food," Wu Heng added.
"Okay!"
Wu Heng packed the remaining gold and silver from the safe into his backpack and left the shop.
He found a nearby grocery store and had the skeletons carry a few bags of rice, flour, and soybean oil before returning.
This should be enough for them to eat.
Besides, he had cleared out most of the zombies in the area.
If they were careful, they could scavenge for food themselves and maintain a normal life.
Back at the gold shop, the girl was floating in the air, circling the skeletons, looking curious rather than scared of the undead.
If Wu Heng hadn’t ordered them to hold position, the skeletons might have swung their knives at her.
"Let’s go. Where’s your house?" Wu Heng asked.
"Just behind the shop, I’ll take you there," the girl said before diving into the wall and disappearing.
Damn!
Wu Heng pushed open a nearby window and called out to the spirit, "I can’t walk through walls."
The girl popped back out and led him around the building on the outside road.
.........
After turning a corner.
Wu Heng led his skeleton army, following the girl into a residential area.
The wandering zombies, seeing the sudden appearance of the skeletons, roared excitedly and charged toward them.
"Spears forward!" Wu Heng shouted.
The spear-wielding skeletons pointed their spears forward, ready for battle.
Thud, thud, thud~!
The sound of spears piercing flesh echoed as zombies crashed into the spear wall.
After a fierce battle.
They cleared a path, and the skeletal hounds moved past the skeletons to finish off the slower zombies.
Silence fell once more.
"My house is on the second floor," the girl pointed to the building ahead.
After the skeletons cleared the stairs, they followed her up to the second floor.
With the girl’s guidance, they entered the room by inputting the code into the electronic lock.
The dark living room had closed windows, and the air was filled with the stench of decay.
Wu Heng frowned.
This doesn’t feel like a place where people are still alive.
Before he could ask, the ghost called out, "Grandpa, Dad, I brought you food!"
With a bang, the door slammed shut.
Roar~!
Then, a zombie’s roar came from the direction of the bedroom.