Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Meeting grave robbers.

“That damn idiot.” David whispered and he took off quickly, getting ahead of Phoebe and Edward.

He had suddenly remembered an incident related to the collapse of this stadium and the subsequent murders. Andre was Phoebe’s brother, if something happened to him down here she would blame herself.

He was the first to catch up with Andre, crushing straight face first into the other’s back. Phoebe and Edward caught up with them and everyone froze because they found Andre standing with his hands high up in surrender.

His camera had fallen down to the ground and his face was pale. An agitated burly man with a scruffy beard was pointing a gun at him.

“Uurrgghh!! How many of you are there?” The man waved the gun from side to side, quite agitated. “Come closer, all of you, stand in one line with your hands up just like him.”

There were other men down there and nobody knew how many guns they had. They were very terrified, especially Edward and Andre that had never encountered such a situation before. Would Phoebe’s talismans be strong enough to stop a bullet?

“Don’t worry, i am here.” Phoebe told them.

They all lined up accordingly, hoping that the soldiers would arrive soon and save them. Phoebe’s eyes moved around in an effort to study the surroundings. There were old human skeletons dispersed all over the place. She could recognize pieces of ruined clothing that was similar to the one the soldiers that she had fed in the cafe were wearing. Mixed in with the bones were treasures being plundered by the men that Phoebe had dubbed grave robbers. They certainly had the equipment and looks.

So many old shiny things that were worth quite the fortune. Her eyes paused however, when she sported another uniform, it was blue in color.

“Hey Saxon spirit, the uniform of Eagle country soldiers is blue, right?” Phoebe communicated through her thoughts.

A mixture of such uniforms here worried her, it was possible that the malicious ghosts were closer to them than they thought.

“Yes blue and black if I can recall correctly, can you feel them? They are here somewhere and they aren’t hungry for food but for human souls, these are demons in the making.” The spirit confirmed.

Phoebe heaved as frustration set in. “Bloody hell?” She whispered. Demons was never a good word in her line of work, it meant more trouble than she wanted to deal with.

“Phoebe all you have to do is burn those bones, the ghost energy will help you identify which remains belong to who. Be careful, i can sense real evil here, stay where you are first and don’t touch anything.” It’s words harbored a strong warning.

Telling Phoebe not to touch anything in the presence of these treasures was like telling a cat to stop itself from eating meat.

Connie shuddered. “Why spirit? What about the treasure in the rubble?”

“You heard the words demon Connie, demons in the making. Anyway why haven’t the evil spirits left yet?” Phoebe asked as she watched masked men pick up gold and silver coins that was scattered allover.

They had sacks in which all the found treasures were stowed.

“That’s because in the middle of the rubble are very precious magical stones that were gathered from the temple if i have to guess. They must have been given to the soldiers for protection by a priest or someone that understood their value. The stones together formed a protective shield that prevented evil from escaping. The shield is still up but if these good for nothing grave robbers mess with those stones, it will be broken and you can imagine the rest. I am going to throw sleeping dust at them and get this over with quickly.”

The spirit floated up to leave Phoebe’s side.

“Wait.” she called out.

It was too puzzling that a group of ordinary grave diggers came on their own to this place. Then again, with guns, they were not that ordinary.

“How did they know about this place? It’s been hundreds of years since these things were buried down here so why now?” Phoebe wondered.

The inaudible conversation was interrupted by the man who prodded Andre with the gun.

“I asked how many of you are there?” He shouted so loud that particles odd saliva escaped from his mouth, falling onto Andre’s very precious face.

The woman who was studying the skeletons stood up, took off her gloves and handed them to a thin man wearing glasses.

“Calm down Axe, i am sure that they must be here filming something. This is Andre Mayfair, the actor, the rest of them must be part of his crew.”

She pointed at the camera and moved closer, studying them. David’s hair was covered and he had dirt on his face so he was barely recognizable. Edward too could not be recognized while Phoebe was not famous despite having graced social media unwillingly for a while.

Apparently, even with the hat on his head and in such poor lighting, Andre could be recognized. His face was that memorable, or the woman was a hard core fan.

She walked closer and observed them slowly. “I am Lorraine Bettam, and you have stumbled on our little operation. Unfortunately you have seen our faces and that means that we cannot let you go that easily. How did you know that there was a go down leading here?”

The woman was dressed in cargo pants with many pockets, a black shirt and a brown vest over the shirt. She had a gun tucked into the waist band of her pants and an arrogant smile on her face. As she talked, she caressed the butt of the gun to frighten them.

The criss cross scar on her jaw line was actually more frightening than everything else about her. It told of a story, a scary story of survival.

Phoebe was not frightened and naturally spoke for everyone as she was the one that had brought them down there. “I can ask you the same thing, why are you here in the first place? There are evil spirits here, trapped for now but if you keep moving things, you are going to unleash them.”

Her words were accompanied by a weird cold wind and a howl which spooked most of the people there, causing the hair on the backs of their necks to stand.

Some of the grave robbers became tense, they were used to digging up ordinary graves of wealthy people and not mass graves like this. This job had come with a lot of money, the rich man had told them that it was nothing complicated all they had to do was collect treasure and take a whooping 25% at the end of the day. He had not mentioned all of the skeletons.

Grave robbers were not careless, they also visited churches and temples before each job. Nobody wanted a ghost or something following them home.

“See what I told you Timmy, the great seer told us not to take the job but Lorraine insisted. Lady who are you?” A slim guy came to stand beside Lorraine and pointed his trembling index finger at Phoebe.

Phoebe tilted her head, “Me? I am a shaman and also a seer. You should have listened to your seer because you came here looking for death, it’s written on your faces, your death.”

Her spooky words and the soft velvet like quality of her voice suddenly spooked everyone. It became worse as the cold increased and that howling cry was heard again.

The beefy man with the gun walked forward fast. “You will die first bitch.” He cocked the gun.

The three men dashed to protect Phoebe but David was faster, he stood before her and took off the mask and hat. He believed that if they recognized who he was they could hold back.

“Kill a Saxon and your entire generation will be wiped out.” He threatened