Chapter 66: I Want to Live

Chapter 66: I Want to Live

Miles had been stationed by the window for a significant amount of time. It wasnt until the ghostly grey realm had fully dissolved from view that his rigid posture began to soften.

We got lucky, he murmured, It was just drifting past. Otherwise, I wouldve been forced to retreat. An apparition of that potency would mean certain death to anyone who dares to face it. And judging by its appearance, despite not being confined or imprisoned, it appears to be under some form of constraint. That explains the deliberately folded hands around that gold candleholder, a technique the ghost tamers probably discovered to suppress its lethal means.

But then his brow suddenly knitted together, But is it the candlelight thats affecting the ghost? Or is it the candleholder itself?

Miles sighed, knowing he wouldnt get an answer: The world of ghost tamers holds too many secrets. It seems that theyve uncovered some effective strategies to deal with these spirits. Is it because my rank is low that Im oblivious to these methods? Or are various nations deliberately suppressing this knowledge?

Then he scoffed at how ridiculous human beings are, In the face of such a global catastrophe, are we still in a state of competition and conflict?

Miles found himself lost in thought. Survival wouldnt be achieved by casually taming ghosts. He was certain that Ethans way was flawed. Survival required striving for a higher position, enhancing status, and possibly even accumulating power. This was the only way to reveal more secrets and information that was out there.

Miles did not wish to remain in ignorance, waiting for an inevitable end. As he contemplated this, his eyes fell on the parchment of human skin on the table, held down by a golden box. It was as if all secrets were etched onto it but at an exorbitant cost. It wasnt going to part with crucial information easily.

After a few moments of deep thought, he had a clear plan of what was next. He turned to River, Stop staring at me as though youve been orphaned. It was just a wandering spirit outside; were safe now. Did you bring the fried rice I wanted? I plan to eat and then rest.

River responded with a shaky voice, Its in the bag.

Thank you, Miles said, proceeding to eat nonchalantly. His ability to maintain composure was uncanny, making him believe he could still have his meal, even if surrounded by corpses. Was this a sign of psychopathy?

As River watched Miles eat with an appetite, she felt a sense of reassurance. After a relieved sigh, she muttered, Im going to take a bath. If something happens, remember to come in and save me. I promise to be good.

Dont worry, Miles replied without missing a beat, If anything happens, Ill cover your cremation expenses. He continued eating as if nothing had happened.

River fell silent

Miles couldnt guarantee her safety. If confronted with a high-level ghost, his instinct would be to flee without a second thought. At most, out of respect for their shared experiences, he might return to collect her remains once the danger had passed.

Dont worry, everything will be okay. I will survive, River whispered to herself during her shower, patting her cheeks in a gesture of self-encouragement. Ive lived through that nightmarish mall incident, what else can intimidate me? Ive faced a ghost already. As long as Miles is by my side, I dont fear them. He may not say it outright, but I can tell hes trustworthy.

Firstly, I need to become his girlfriend so that he has a reason to protect me. Being his mistress would suffice too.

She blushed at her plan, feeling slightly audacious trying to seduce an eighteen-year-old. It felt borderline illicit.

But its alright, she reassured herself, since Im a woman. It would be a different story if the roles were reversed.

Once she finished her bath, River dried her hair and freshened up in front of the mirror. Her reflection glowed, her face playful, and her bath towel accentuated her mature figure. River was confident in her allure, having been pursued by many admirers since her university days.

She was a pragmatic woman who viewed love and marriage as strategic investments. In her opinion, there was no better investment than a promising prospect, which was how she viewed Miles.

Im out now! You must have been waiting anxiously, she called out seductively as she stepped out of the bathroom.

Yet, silence filled the room.

A glance at the empty food container on the table and a quick peek upstairs confirmed her suspicion. Miles had retired to bed.

He couldnt even wait for me, she sighed, wrapping her robe tighter around her as she ascended the stairs.

In that case, I can be your personal assistant. As an accountant, I have a wide range of skills.

Do you have any knowledge of finance, specifically stock trading? Miles inquired.

Yes, I gained practical experience during my internship, River confirmed.

Can you handle high-profile clients?

Yes, I have access to numerous quality client resources. If youre considering a paranormal venture, I can provide assistance.

And what about translations? Miles asked.

Im proficient in English translation, River assured.

You seem quite adept in your professional skills? Miles said, sounding somewhat impressed.

He had to concede that River was more capable than he had initially perceived. Although, he was cautious not to disregard the possibility that she might be overselling her abilities.

If youre not prepared to return to your regular work, you could consider working for me. I do have certain tasks that need attending to. In addition to your salary, Ill provide you with protection, Miles proposed in all seriousness.

He could consider assembling a core team.

If he planned on becoming a ghost tamer in the future, solo operations wouldnt be sustainable.

Really? River exclaimed in surprise.

It appeared that Miles wasnt as hard to deal with as she had imagined.

Its only a trial run. I dont have prior experience in managing a team, Miles clarified. Its quite late, I need to rest.

His paralysis finally subsided, and the situation was more bearable than in the previous instance. It appeared that the red paper was still functional. However, the mental fatigue quickly lured him into sleep.

River glanced at Miles, puzzled by his thoughts, and eventually drifted off to sleep nestled in his arms.

Meanwhile, as Miles slumbered, Master Catch, who had just given his statement, emerged from the station with his surviving disciple and the driver who hadnt entered the mall.

Damn, talk about a run of bad luck. After over a decade in the feng shui business, we finally encounter a genuine ghost. Not only did we not earn anything, we had to shell out from our own pockets. What a rip-off! Plus, we cant return for a month and need to report daily, Master Catch grumbled.

Lets find a hotel to rest, he suggested.

En route, the driver suddenly queried, Hey, howd you get that scar on your neck?

Master Catchs disciple reached for his neck, feeling the sensation of his skin splitting open, exposing raw flesh underneath.

No, its nothing. I must have accidentally scratched it, he responded nonchalantly.

Oh, the driver didnt probe further and focused on the road.

As the driver turned away, the disciples eyes grew dull and lifeless. His complexion, once vibrant, now appeared as pale as a ghost, completely drained of color.