Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: It’s gone.

Phoebe eagerly looked at the Saxon spirit. She had long been envious of it’s abilities to do different things with the snap of a finger. She on the other hand could not even lift something heavy from point A to point B without the help of the ghosts. She could not even create or breathe life into paper men. More importantly, she had zero shamanic skills and she relied on the Saxon spirit for everything.

This was an opportunity for her to gain that abilities to rely on herself in case the spirit vanished one day.

“It’s cultivation, right?” she clapped her hands excitedly.

“Why do you keep calling it that? It’s…..” The spirit sighed and let it go. Whatever she wanted to call it didn’t matter so much as putting to practice what she was taught.

The spirit waved it’s hand and a book dropped into Phoebe’s hands. It was a large book with a plain gold cover. On the middle of the hard cover was an image of two rows of sharp teeth and a black tunnel between.

“One drop of your blood between the rows of teeth.” The spirit instructed.

Phoebe got a silver pin from her hair, pricked her finger and squeezed out one drop of blood as instructed. The book floated out of her hands and the pages turned quickly as if wind was rifling through them. Suddenly, it stopped and fell back into her hands.

She opened the first page and read, “The mysterious art of ghost cultivation.”

Smugly, she looked at the spirit. “I told you that it’s called cultivation.”

She sat down and flipped to the first page which included chapters. “Spirit absorption, Necromancy, astral projection, phasing, spectral manipulation, soul healing, spectral vision, ethereal defense, immortal elixir, perfected physique, regeneration…..”

Phoebe’s head spun, it was like she had been transported to a fantasy world like the ones she read about in novels, exactly.

She flipped to another page elaborating on the first chapter. “Spirit absorption, the ability to absorb the essence of other spirits to increase your own power.”

Wide eyed, she realized that it was exactly what she did, she absorbed energy or essence from ghosts to increase her life span. If she had to guess, it was the same as power anyway.

The spirit waved her hand and the book closed.

“Pay attention to me, i am your teacher. One, you need to understand your body, you have what is known as a yin body which is why you can harness ghost energy efficiently.”

Phoebe was sitting rigidly with her back straight like a perfect student. She wanted to absorb all the knowledge which was being passed on by the spirit, but her very human body chose that moment to remind her that it needed to be fed.

The Saxon spirit gave up momentarily on teaching.

“Let’s go, you need to be stuffed with sweet and spicy bacon before you can understand anything.”

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“The case of the cuckoos has taken a dark unexpected turn with the attempted murder of Lee Jakrapat, the son of Lee Kanarot, vice president of Kanarot steel. Sources inside the police claim that the recently returned to his true family Lee Jakrapat was pushed down the stairs by cuckoo Lee Horne during a fight and he injured his head severely.

Lee Horne who has no blood ties to the Lee family has apparently been very reluctant to move away from the family which raised him since infant hood. As greed and jealousy rise to the surface in the case of the true blood children versus the cuckoos, should we be expecting more incidents like this? The details of this story are still thin at the moment and we will keep you updated as it develops.”

Phoebe switched off the television as she shook her head. There was no end to the cuckoo case, there probably would never be one as something new was heaped onto it with each passing day. With attempted murder being added to the list, the story was going to be sensationalized again.

It had been a week since the Iborg city adventure and the cuckoos were still trending. She swept her hand over the table to pick up a gummy worm candy and an invitation fell down.

Sylvester handed it to her and she looked at it while twisting her mouth back and forth. Through the week, invitations to the fallen heroic Fog soldier’s state burial had been passing around.

The state had invited dignitaries from all over the world and very many important people were expected to be in attendance for the event.

Army general Paul Drusus had even held a press conference where he briefed the country on most of the events that had happened. He left out the part about the particular soldier that failed to adhere to instructions given to him by his superior and almost caused a disaster. He was to be punished for the crime of disobedience of a command while on duty.

The fact that governor Dewayne had been named as the traitor from hero was also making the rounds through the press. News that he led to the death of the soldiers directly left the citizens flabbergasted because he was one of the most adored heroes they had. The education ministry was already amending historical facts and correcting the wrong information.

It only got worse when Arnold Dewayne was named as the person that blasted the Dewayne stadium in the bid to steal national treasures. The Dewayne family members had began to withdrawal from political offices while others opted to leave the country.

Governor Dewayne’s statue in Iborg city had been pulled down by enthusiastic righteous citizens. The once worshiped Dewayne family was now ostracized as no one wanted to associate with them including the founding families society which had expelled them all.

Phoebe put down the invitation card and she looked at Saxon spirit.

“Do you think they are happy?”

The spirit guessed that she was talking about the soldiers.

“They must be, they were good men.” she responded with comforting words. “Now, you need to pick a dress for the occasion, will you be wearing a white or black dress?”

The D-day was tomorrow and all of the Mayfairs had been invited. Their contribution to this matter was quite large.

All the women in the house were preparing themselves at that very moment. Jennie for one planned to look her very best, the women from all the founding families always liked to show off their wealth and family heirlooms during such occasions.

She had bought a brand new perfect dress and then found the matching jewelry set. The only missing piece was one of the Mayfair family heirlooms-a pink butterfly brooch inlaid with diamonds and pure gold edges. It was worth about fifteen million dollars.

Jennie was humming a kiddish rhyme while searching through the jewelry counter in the dressing room. Suddenly, she froze and let out an ear splitting scream. This lock box was empty, the piece of jewelry that had been passed down for generations was missing.

Frantically, she pulled open every other box and looked through all the counters, but it was nowhere to be seen. She rushed out of her room and down the stairs, shouting her husband’s name.

“Edward! It’s gone. I cannot find it!!” Jennie placed a hand to her chest as she informed her husband. “The pink butterfly is gone.”