Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: A regular at the cemetery.

It was not until she reached the car parking that Phoebe recalled she didn’t come with her car. She didn’t want to be driven by her family members as they would insist on following her.

The only option left was grabbing a taxi but in that area she would have to walk for at least thirty five minutes to find one.

“Damn it.” she whispered.

She abandoned the heels for sneakers which she took from her space and decided to run to the road.

The Saxon spirit noticed that Polly was somewhere in the parking.

“David could give you a ride.”

“I am going to dig a grave, allow me to maintain some of my beauty and dignity please.” Phoebe brushed the suggestion off.

Even if he was familiar with what she did for a living, she didn’t necessarily have to go around with him all the time. Besides, David Saxon digging up a grave would attract attention from people and get in the way of her job.

She pointed in the direction of the road and exhaled loudly.

“Let’s go.” she shouted vigorously and took off running at an incredible speed.

What she didn’t know was that David had actually tried to follow her when she took off running but he could not make it to her because his mother had latched onto him tightly. He couldn’t shake her lose, not in public but it didn’t stop him from trying anyway.

“Let go.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Not until you tell me about this cuckoo business. Did you know that your little ghost seeing girlfriend is the Mayfair heiress? How dare they try to deceive us with the fake thing? Thank God you saw through the ruse and got the real one first.Anyway, don’t worry, i will not oppose your relationship anymore but you must make sure to marry her quickly. I know for sure other families will send their sons to seduce her first. A girl like that who has not seen the world is easy to fool, a little money and she will be taken.”

She looked around like a thief and then lowered her voice even more. “Have you bedded her? If you haven’t, do it quickly and make sure to score a big one, it doesn’t matter if you play dirty, just do whatever it takes. If she is pregnant, she can’t escape.”

David shoved her away from himself immediately, sending her back and she crushed into Katherine. There was dismay on his face and loathing.

“You are unbelievable.” he spat out and walked away.

She just kept disappointing him more and more every passing day. How could she make such a suggestion to her own son? He had heard rumors that she used such a trick to entangle his father and marry him. He didn’t think that she would encourage her own children to do the same.

He had to get out of there, he could not look at her anymore. What he needed was Phoebe or a drink. When he contacted Phoebe, her phone was off so he decided to get the drink instead.

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Phoebe thought her days of spending the night at a cemetery were long gone but she had been kidding herself. In her line of work, places where the dead were buried were like restaurants. Every once in a while, you had to visit one.

Digging up graves was illegal which left her with no choice but to stay there helping ghosts or simply having conversations with some while she waited for darkness to come.

Even the darkness she needed had to be timed, it had to be a moment when most people were sleeping. As soon as it clocked midnight, she donned a black rain coat and got to work.

She got a shovel and followed the Saxon spirit and the frightened ghost seeking her help to the grave of her stalker.

With the shovel in hand and the unnecessary rain coat as it was not raining, she was quite the sight. If anybody saw her, they would run for the hills assuming that she was a killer. Who else walked around a cemetery looking like that?

Connie poked the rain coat” Sister, every time you dress like this you look just like a ghost. You are one of us, one of us…one of us…one”

“Shut up and dig Connie.” Phoebe put the shovel in her hands.

Immediately, tears formed in Connie’s eyes. “Sister, how can a weak young ghost like me dig? I do not have the strength, look at weak limbs.”

She put her arms out and feigned sadness.

Phoebe and the Saxon spirit rolled their eyes, the girl was really good at dodging work. Sylvester took the shovel from Connie and got to work.

As soon as the shovel touched the ground above, they had an angry growl.

The frightened ghost of the woman screamed and looked around from left to right.

“It’s him, he is here.” She clung onto the Saxon spirit and trembled.

Phoebe poured salt all around the them, encircling the graves as well. Not wasting a moment, she got another shovel and also got to work. The moment she lifted it, she made a realization, with two or three days worth of energy, she would not need to dig and the process could be expedited.

Outside the salt circle, the malicious ghost was trying hard to get to them, looking for an opening. That smell of evil was really nauseating, Phoebe wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“Step back.” she ordered Sylvester.

She put her hands out, palms facing downwards and concentrated with a lot of energy. She had only learned to move things recently, and nothing this big so far.

“Step aside.” The Saxon spirit told her.

“No, you keep an eye on that bastard, you can see the change in the wind, right? He is trying to blow the salt away. Protect her, i can do this.” Phoebe responded.

“Why don’t we use paper men?” Connie asked.

Nobody answered her, it was not the time to answer her question. If they could respond, they would tell her that using paper men would eat up at least thirty days worth of Phoebe’s energy and life.

More importantly, Phoebe needed to practice her skills and become strong.

“Oh, it’s working.” Connie squealed.

The ground above was cracking as if there was a small land slide. Grass and brown soil fell to the side, parting to make way for a dark oak coffin with gold plated handles.

The growling of the malicious ghost became louder.

“I will kill you.” It threatened.

“Oh yeah, you and what army?” Connie responded.

She raised her hand and gave the malicious ghost the middle finger, deliberately provoking it. Not even the Saxon spirit stopped her this time.

Sylvester suddenly spun around and kicked off the lid of the coffin.

“Wow!!” Phoebe exclaimed.

The growling became louder and the force of the wind increased, blowing off some leaves from the trees around the cemetery.

Some of the salt was blown away but the Saxon spirit replaced it immediately and threw out an intricately designed black amulet which was a blocking talisman imbued with protective magic.

The wind did not reach them anymore and the growling of the ghost was cut off to their ears.

Phoebe moved closer to the coffin to take a look. There was something inside, a thing that reeked of evil.