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Nash pretended not to know what she was talking about. The village where they were was not far from Gladwell, and the moment the ghost appeared, Nash had sensed it. A sweep of his psychic energy revealed to him that his wife was in danger, prompting him to rush to

the scene immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Hera clutched Nash's arm and said, "Come with me. I'm scared."

"You're scared now, huh?" Nash could not help but chuckle. He then glanced at Yellow Crane, who was hurrying over. "And you. You should prepare better considering her insufficient cultivation."

"Boss, this was an accident. I promise it won't happen again," Yellow Crane replied guiltily. He knew that if anything happened to Hera, he would never be able to face Nash.

"It's not entirely your fault," Nash reassured him. "True disciples learn essential skills to deal with such spirits. Hera went out without proper training, making her that much weaker.

"You might have taken human form, but you aren't truly human and thus lack the vital energy needed to suppress such evil spirits."

After offering some words of consolation, Nash then led Hera toward the trapped ghost. Inside the sword formation, the ghost's crimson eyes were fixed hatefully on Nash, as if her gaze alone could tear him to pieces.

Nash shoved his hands in his pocket and ignored her hateful stare. He was able to suppress an entity of such level when he was just 16.

Hera locked eyes with the ghost in a detached manner and asked, "Dust to dust, earth to earth, you are no longer of the living. Why not reincarnate instead of becoming a vengeful spirit and causing harm?"

Yellow Crane had told her that red souls were often malevolent spirits. They were typically those who suffered greatly in life and committed suicide while being filled with immense resentment. They then became vengeful spirits that sought revenge.

The ghost's gaze shifted venomously to Hera as she shrieked. "You're meddling in affairs that aren't yours. There are so many bad people out there. Why are you bothering me?"

Hera responded coldly, "Because your victims came to me. Did you scare the child until he lost his soul?"

While she had not actually seen the frightened child, Yellow Crane had already discussed the situation with her earlier that afternoon.

He suspected the child had lost his soul from shock, rendering him mute and in a constant daze a state far from being unfounded in common parlance.

"I... I didn't mean to do it. I just

wanted to hug my child... I didn't know it would scare him like that... The ghost's voice trembled with quilt and unease. The red in her eyes receded, and the dark mist around her body dissipated somewhat.

"Then why choose to become a vengeful spirit and linger in the human realm?" Hera asked, feeling a touch of sympathy. Her earlier guess was right. The child was the ghost's own.

"I want revenge. I want to kill that

man. He's the reason for the death of my parents, and he tried to sell my child fl didn't become a

vengeful spirit, I wouldn't be abl net

oppose him or protect my child.." The ghost's dark eyes flared red again as each word dripped with endless anger.

"Who is this man?" Hera pressed on, her suspicions already forming. The ghost was likely referring to the child's father who was also her own husband. It would explain why the ghost was haunting the victim's house. "He's the child's biological father, Geoffrey Hill."

When the ghost revealed the man's name, Hera was shocked. Noticing her reaction, Nash curiously asked, "You know him?"

"He's Hunter's father!"

Hera's voice trembled, her eyes reddening as she said through clenched teeth, "Geoffrey Hill has been involved in many charitable activities recently. To outsiders, he's a kind-hearted philanthropist, a gentleman.

"To think he has done such despicable things behind closed doors!" She found it hard to imagine how cruel the man was to drive a woman to commit suicide and become a vengeful spirit to protect her own child.

"A philanthropist?" The ghost

scoffed, her voice dripping with irony and disdain. "Ridiculous! It's utterly ridiculous! How can someone so vile, ruthless, and utterly despicable be called a philanthropist?" She let out a chilling laugh that resonated with scorn.

Then, her laughter faded, and she knelt before Nash and Hera, pleading, "Please, I beg you to save my child. If you can save him, I'll leave immediately. I'll even give up on my vengeance!"