Chapter 27 Female Ghost
Mitch was shocked. No way. She had only recited the mantra once. How could she have succeeded? It was a gifted perversion.
Susie’s eyes widened as she looked around. Wow, the world had become a lot clearer.
The desk lamp was with a circle of light and a mayfly lady quietly
crawled into his circle of light. Outside the window, Granny Laurel was having a party and there were a few ants carrying cake crumbs and running as fast as they could on their six legs.
There was also an aunt hanging from the window with her eyes staring straight at her.
Susie stared at her while the aunt poked half her head in and watched Susie with a sly glint under.
“You can see me? are you afraid of me?”
Hearing those questions, Susie violently grabbed the quilt over her head and shouted, “Master, this aunt is so ugly.”
Mitch believed what she said was true this time.
This female ghost was wandering, just passing by. He saw that the female ghost was extremely weak, less than two days to dissipate, so he ignored her. Who knew Susie would see it?
A dark aura flashed under Mitch’s eyes, suddenly excited. What a great little disciple he had taken on.
“Juicy, let me see how much potential you can have. Let’s take in this ugly girl ghost.”
The female ghost was furious. She screamed shrilly and lunged.
Mitch grabbed her long hair while saying, “Good Susie, chant with Master.”
Then, Susie followed.
But by this time Mitch had let go of his hand, and the ghost lunged at Susie under inertia.
Susie subconsciously raised her hand to a palm, and the female ghost flew out a long way.
Mitch was quick to grab the ghost by the hair and yank her back.
“Very good. Juicy, well done.”
Susie looked at her hands innocently. What happened to the little hand? Did she slap it out herself?
With a twinkle in his eye, Mitch added, “Here, go on. Fart Attack.”
The good student, Susie, was led astray by her absent-minded master, then she went on again. The result was that the female ghost, like a balloon, was popped by Susie’s fart.
Susie was so surprised that she covered her little buttocks.
The female ghost was startled. What about playing? She was just passing by, that’s too much, right? Take her live teaching?
Mitch was more excited because he never thought he got a treasure.
He could finally understand why the old artist man was so excited after taking Susie as his student.
Mitch raised his hand, and a gourd only the size of a fingernail appeared in his hand out of thin air, hanging on the red rope of Susie’s wrist.
“This is the soul gourd. It can collect orphaned souls, evil ghosts, and evil ghosts. In the future, you will use this soul gourd to help me, okay?” Mitch was so relieved and felt that this little apprentice was worth it.
Susie stared at it and asked, “Master, why do you want to collect ghosts and demons?”
The female ghost struggled and also asked indignantly, “Yes. Why do you want to take me.”
He didn’t even confiscate her when she was peeking through the window just now.
Mitch did not answer, rubbed little Susie’s hair, and said very perfunctorily, “Child does not ask so many questions.”
Susie bristled and turned her head to look at the female ghost.
It seemed because the ghost was too ugly for her that she covered her eyes with a hand, leaving a finger slit barely looking.
“Who are you, and why are you so ugly?”
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