Chapter 757: Afraid of a Hypocrite
Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations
The unlucky ghost nodded and said softly, âLetâs go, letâs go. Donât disturb her.â The evil ghosts carefully entered the Soul Retrieving Gourd and disappeared.
In the Soul Retrieving Gourd, the female ghost looked pitifully at the ghosts who had finally returned. âDo you have my candy?â
The flirtatious ghost stuck out his tongue. âNo, Iâve finished eating. Do you want me to spit out some dark energy?â
The female ghost in the red wedding dress exclaimed and shook her head in disdain.
The cowardly ghost looked at the little malicious ghost running over and stroked her little head. He said, âI donât have candy for you this time, but I left one for you last time.â As he spoke, he took out a lollipop for the little malicious ghost. The little malicious ghost ran away happily with the candy.
The female ghost in the red wedding dress asked eagerly, âWhat about mine?â
The cowardly ghost smiled. âI donât have any more, but the unlucky ghost does.â
The female ghost in the red wedding dress immediately ran over. âBrother unlucky ghost, do you have my candy?â
The unlucky ghost: âNo, no!â He looked at the cowardly ghost warily. What the hell was this! Using someone elseâs candy as a favor! How shameless!
The cowardly ghost asked, âBy the way, howâs the hypocritical ghost locked up inside doing?â
The female ghost in the red wedding dress shook her head. âHe told me that he knew he was wrong, but I think heâs lying. He doesnât think he was wrong at all.â
The flirtatious ghost curled its lips. âIâll go take a look at the devilâs snares planted in my backyard. The Soul Retrieving Gourd wonât do. The devilâs snares are malnourished. I have to find something to water it.â The hypocritical ghost had so much murderous aura. It shouldnât be a problem to water the devilâs snares with it, right?
The unlucky ghost also nodded. âThen Iâll go take a look at the bones buried at the back. It wasnât easy for me to nurture them. I also need some baleful aura to irrigate them. Otherwise, I wonât have any cards to play mahjong next time.â
The ghosts walked towards the small black room. Their Mia was too young and too kind. As long as they did not poke at her hair, the evil ghosts she captured would not be destroyed on the spot. However, the flirtatious ghost and the others felt that they could not keep the hypocritical ghost. They were not afraid of real villains, but they were afraid of hypocrites. These words were not a joke.
William, Amelia, and Lucas slept for the entire afternoon. They only woke up hungry at dinner. After eating, they continued to sleep.
The next day, Mrs. Walton woke up early to prepare breakfast. Although there were servants at home, she was more willing to be busy herself. The weather was getting colder. When the Old Madam left the room, she felt a little cold and went back to put on a coat. She saw Mr. Walton take off his wool coat and put it on her.
Warmth reached her. Mrs. Walton pulled her coat closer around her and smiled. âYou donât feel cold?â
Mr. Walton rubbed his arms and said without thinking, âItâs exactly because I feel too cold, so I want to change into a down jacket.â With that, he went back to get a down jacket and put it on tightly. The zipper was pulled up to the collar of his neck. Then, he nodded in satisfaction. âYes, itâs not cold anymore.â
Mrs. Waltonâs smile froze on her face. Sure! So he had to change into a warmer coat to give her the wool coat, right?
Bang! Mrs. Walton hit Mr. Walton on the head with her bare hands and left angrily.
Mr. Walton stood rooted to the ground and touched his head. What was wrong with him now? He had kindly given her his coat. Wasnât that considerate enough? Why was he still being beaten?
Mr. Walton muttered as he moved his arms refreshedly and went out to exercise.
When George got up, he saw Mrs. Walton making breakfast angrily. He glanced at Mr. Walton, who had returned from his exercise and was watching the news.
âDid you make my mother angry again?â George asked out of habit.
The frame of Mr. Waltonâs glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the dining room from under the glasses. âI feel that your motherâs menopause has been prolonged. She hits people for no reason. Itâs fine. Let her hit me. If sheâs in a bad mood, she has to vent.â
George looked straight ahead and said calmly, âYes.â
Mr. Walton looked at the news and suddenly frowned. âNo, I just want to ask, did I do anything wrong? Why does your mother always throw a tantrum at me for no reason?â
George thought to himself, You didnât do anything wrong, but didnât you think about what you said wrong? However, he didnât say that. Instead, he said calmly, âYou think I understand?â
Mr. Walton: â Thatâs true. Youâve been single for forty years. I canât blame you.â
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