"What is it, Rayleigh? Did you see something?"
Old Hadi came over, rubbing his hands anxiously because he was worried about his grandson. His palms were already red.
"No, nothing. I must have seen it wrong." Sifa spoke in a relaxed tone. Before he had any factual basis, he did not want to say anything, much less frighten the old man.
By then, Rowley had already carried his son down. Josh, an eleven-year-old boy, was carried by Rowley into the carriage.
He looked perfectly normal. His breathing was even, and there was nothing particularly strange about him.
Sifa even activated Spirit Vision and found that his aura was normal. Of course, Sifa's Spirit Vision was not very professional. He could only see the Ether Body and the other person's aura.
As for the Mental Body within, he could barely make out a few things, but they were extremely blurry. As for the deeper "Astral Body" and the core "Spirit Body," he could forget about those. After all, the "Hunter" was not skilled in that area.
"Don't worry, Hadi. Your grandson is healthy. I mean physically." Sifa comforted the old man before adding inwardly, I'm not so sure about the other aspects.
Hadi softly said, "Thank you," then boarded the carriage with his son Rowley and daughter Meli. Finally, Rowley's wife, Maggie, locked the door and hurried into the carriage. The whole family then rushed to the hospital through the night.
After the carriage turned the corner and disappeared from view, Sifa adjusted his top hat, glanced at the second-floor window, and turned to leave.
He returned to the hotel, brought Ghost Scream, changed into clothes suited for movement, and put on the "Thousand-Faced Traveler." In the appearance of a middle-aged man, he returned to Fania Street.
Sifa easily entered Rowley's