Little Ghost (Please Keep Reading)

The sudden voice sent a chill shooting straight to his scalp.

This wasn't Blackstone Town, and they were in the back room of a gold shop. How could there possibly be someone talking?

He didn't even bother with the gold and silver in his hands. He rolled across the floor toward the door.

As he rolled, his gaze swept toward the source of the voice behind him.

Near the back of the room stood a little girl whose figure was almost transparent, watching him.

After he completed a roll, the little girl even clapped her hands enthusiastically.

A ghost!

Much like the Infant Spirit he had encountered in Mining Village, the little girl before him was also a soul body.

A soul formed after a person died.

Only, her body was even more translucent, as if she might disappear from sight at any moment.

If he had known he could encounter ghosts in this world, he would have asked in detail how to deal with them.

As Wu Heng marveled at the appearance of ghosts in this world, Bartholomew and the Skeleton Warrior beside him had already rushed up to the ghost, weapons in hand.

They swung their blades at her soul body.

The Ghost Girl shrank back as if startled and passed directly through the Walls behind her, vanishing from sight.

She left?

Before Wu Heng could relax.

The little girl poked her head out from the upper corner of the wall, staring this way with her round black eyes.

"Why did you hit me?" the little girl demanded angrily.

She could speak and was willing to communicate.

What was going on?

"Hold position," Wu Heng ordered directly.

The skeletons that had advanced stopped and stood motionless where they were.

The little ghost cautiously floated down and landed on the floor again. She asked curiously, "Mister, why are you here?"

"I came to look for some things. What about you? What are you doing here?" Wu Heng answered, then questioned her in return.

According to Captain Ortluk, soul bodies like children were troublesome.

They had not spent long in society and had yet to develop a normal sense of right and wrong, so they easily acted according to their likes and dislikes.

The Ghost Infant from Mining Village had been like that, and it had been difficult to handle.

"This is my family's shop," the little girl said with her hands behind her back.

Damn, it felt like he was completely in the wrong here.

"Oh, it's your family's? I didn't know."

"It's okay. The people outside have all gone crazy. They bite anyone they see, and the shop can't stay open. Once things get better, I'll have Grandpa open a new one in the city, closer to the zoo." The little girl walked back and forth with her hands behind her back.

"You have a grandpa?"

The little girl paused mid-step and looked up at him in confusion. "First there was Grandpa, then there was Dad, and then there was me. Mister, didn't you know?"

Well...

"I know. Then where is your grandpa?" Wu Heng changed his approach.

"At home!" The little girl glanced at the Backpack on the floor and continued, "Mister, do you really need this gold?"

Wu Heng looked at the Gold and Silver Jewelry in the Backpack and nodded.

The little girl thought for a moment, then said, "Then shall we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

The ghost before him was completely different from the Ghost Infant he had encountered last time.

She looked perfectly normal and spoke clearly and logically.

Moreover, she had not shown any hostility. She was not much different from a human.

"My home has more gold. It belongs to my grandpa. I'll give you the gold, and you bring food to my grandpa and dad. How about it?" The little girl kept speaking with her eyes wide open.

So after all that, she wanted him to deliver food to her family.

But if her grandpa and father had both survived, how had she died?

This little girl had it pretty rough.

But it was the apocalypse now. Who could really be doing well?

"You mean a trade or an exchange?"

"Oh, right, a trade. And my home isn't far, it's right behind here. We'll be there in just a few steps." The little girl put her hands on her hips and continued.

Food was not something he lacked.

With a little scavenging, he could gather enough supplies to last a long time.

There was nothing wrong with making a trade with the little girl or helping some survivors.

Besides, according to her, this shop belonged to her grandfather. If he knew how to make jewelry, he counted as a craftsman.

He might be useful somewhere later on.

Helping them was fine too. As the little girl said, he would not lose out by taking the gold.

"Where are they?" Wu Heng asked.

"Right behind here. I can take you there." The little girl was very happy.

"Fine, let's go."

"Yay, thank you, Mister." The little girl floated up happily and spun around in the air.

"Wait for me. I'll go outside and look for food," Wu Heng continued.

"Okay!"

Wu Heng collected the remaining gold and silver from the safe, grabbed the Backpack, and walked out of the shop.

He found a Grain and Oil Store nearby, had the skeletons carry several bags of rice, flour, and soybean oil, then returned.

That was enough for them to eat.

Besides, he had already cleared out most of the Zombies nearby.

As long as they were careful later, they could come out and scavenge food themselves to maintain a normal life.

When he returned to the gold shop, the little girl was floating in the air and circling the skeletons as she watched them. She showed no fear of the undead, her eyes filled with curiosity instead.

If Wu Heng had not ordered them to hold position, the skeletons might have swung their cleavers at her.

"Let's go. Where is your home?" Wu Heng asked.

"It's right behind here. I'll take you there." As she spoke, the little girl plunged headfirst into the wall and vanished.

Damn!

Wu Heng pushed open a nearby window and called to the soul that was about to float away, "I can't walk through walls."

The little girl slipped back out and led him around by the road outside.

After turning onto another street.

Wu Heng led the Skeleton Army in a grand procession behind the little girl and entered a residential complex.

The wandering Zombies saw the suddenly appearing Skeleton Squad, let out excited roars, and charged toward them in great strides.

"Spears forward!" Wu Heng shouted.

The spear-wielding skeletons lowered their spears and prepared for battle.

Puff, puff, puff!

The sounds of flesh being pierced rang out one after another as large numbers of Zombies crashed into the spears.

After a brief battle.

They cleared a path, and the Skeleton Dogs leaped over the Skeleton Horde to kill some of the slower-moving Zombies.

The surroundings fell quiet again.

"My home is on the second floor." The little girl pointed at the building ahead.

After having the skeletons clear the stairwell, they followed her up to the second floor.

Following the little girl's instructions, Wu Heng entered the password into the Electronic Lock and went straight inside.

The windows in the dim living room were tightly shut, and the air was filled with the stench of decay.

Wu Heng frowned.

This did not look like a place where living people stayed.

Before he could ask anything, he heard the ghost call out, "Grandpa, Dad, I brought you food."

With a bang, the front door slammed shut.

Roar~!

Then came the sound of Zombies roaring from the direction of the bedroom.

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