Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072 Fear_1 Chapter 1072: Chapter 1072 Fear_1 But since Purple Summers asked, if it’s not explained clearly, I’m afraid she will worry even more.

Purple Summers’s voice was tense, “Will this kind of thing… happen again?”

Will there be more gamblers in the future, beguiled and driven to leap to their deaths from buildings?

Alexander Summers’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked towards Mr. Ghost Hayes.

Everyone else also turned their eyes to Mr. Ghost Hayes.

“It’s not that simple!” Mr. Ghost Hayes said disdainfully, “To perform a Ghost Slap, you first need to obtain the person’s birth time and date, then refine a kind of primer, secretly sprinkle three drops on them. It’s not as if you can wish anyone dead; otherwise, wouldn’t that be invincible!”

Zack Wallace complained irritably, “Evil craft really is troublesome. Now that we know the other party is training ghosts, do we need to be on guard for anything else?”

“This… this…” Mr. Ghost Hayes hesitated, “That depends on how far the person training the ghost has developed it.”

Mr. Ghost Hayes explained, “When a person has just died, they’re like a newborn baby, seeing nothing clearly, hearing nothing. Only after being dead for a while do they gradually see images clearly, hear sounds. If they’re dead even longer, the soul turns into a ghost. With proper nurturing using a living soul, and if tamed correctly, they can be very useful. Ghost Slap is just one of those uses.

The stronger the training, the more things they can do, but stronger ghosts mean they’re smarter, more rebellious, and more likely to bite back at their master. Therefore, those who raise ghosts always keep them half-starved and not full; the meaning is not to feed them completely. Otherwise, if they grow voracious, the ghost might even consume your soul along with everything else!”

The last word from Mr. Ghost Hayes was a little more piercing in volume, and Zack Wallace couldn’t help but shudder.

He would rather be stabbed to death or shot than die at the hands of a ghost–it was simply too spine-chilling!

Yet Mr. Ghost Hayes was relentless, still saying, “Actually, ghosts aren’t as scary as you think. They can’t touch people, can’t harm them physically, so what do they do when they want to harm someone? Our ancient saying calls it bewildering one’s mind. Hey! To put it in scientific terms nowadays, it’s like disrupting brain waves! Once these brain waves are messed up, isn’t the person confused? They’ll do whatever you tell them to. Tell them to jump off a building, and they’ll jump. Just when they’re about to jump, they’ll wake up, their mind gives a nudge, their eyes snap open–game over, kicking the bucket!”

Zack Wallace listened with goosebumps, “That’s enough, you. Even with food and drink, it’s not enough to stop your mouth!”

Hunter Dalton, on the other hand, responded humbly with a smile, “Mr. Hayes, your words are clear and easy to understand.”

“My pleasure, my pleasure!” Mr. Ghost Hayes grinned, picking up a piece of cake and taking a big bite.

As they laughed and joked, Purple Summers felt her mood sinking, unable to relax.

Nathaniel Summers was a thorn in her side.

She could accept that Nathaniel Summers had moved on from the past to find a new life.

She could also accept that Nathaniel Summers had died tragically, no longer existing in this world.

What she couldn’t accept was Nathaniel Summers living with hatred, obsessive and crazy, lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow to her at any moment.

The feeling was too eerie!

It was like being aimed at by a dark gun barrel, never knowing when it would fire the bullet!

When night came, Purple Summers tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Daytime thoughts led to nighttime dreams, she suspected that once she fell asleep, she’d be plagued by nightmares.

Perhaps it was her constant restlessness, Alexander Summers too found it difficult to sleep. Hearing the whooshing sound outside, he wondered if the window wasn’t shut tightly and got out of bed to close it.

Just as he reached the window, Purple Summers suddenly sat up in bed!

Alexander Summers was slightly stunned.

In the next instant, Purple Summers had already pounced on him, clinging tightly!

Alexander Summers was initially taken aback, but then, remembering Mr. Ghost Hayes’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh.

He stroked Purple Summers’s hair, speaking softly, “This is the second floor, even if I jumped down, I wouldn’t die.”

Such reassurance did nothing to help.

Purple Summers’s limbs were icy, her body shaking violently, she clung to Alexander Summers even more tightly, wishing she could embed herself into his body.

Alexander Summers finally realized this was not the time for jests.

He took Purple Summers back to bed, wrapped his arms around her, patiently caressing her slender back over and over again, as if soothing his own cat.

“Purple, besides you, no one can kill me.”