The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Chapter 1208: Side Story: Ivan & Zaraiah 4

The woman had no idea what was going through Charlie Atkins’ mind at this moment, she just reached out, trying to pull him out of the wardrobe.

The man had just finished beating someone and was now passed out drunk, unlikely to wake up anytime soon.

This could be considered an unusual sort of "expertise."

Little did she expect, that just as she finally managed to help the young boy out of the wardrobe, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind.

The hand grabbed the woman’s hair from behind and pulled hard.

As if appearing out of nowhere, the tall man, who was supposed to be drunk, followed.

"Ah!!"

The woman screamed instinctively, her expression showing fear and dread.

Charlie Atkins was equally terrified.

He grabbed her hand, trying to save her from the man’s grasp.

However, the reality was like an ant trying to stop a cart; the man easily tugged at the woman’s hair, cursing in dialect as he dragged her out of the room.

Seeing this, Charlie Atkins didn’t care about his own injuries and fragility, and staggered after them.

Outside, he saw his mother being pressed down and beaten brutally again.

The man’s fist pounded mercilessly on the woman’s chest and head, each hit carrying a suffocating force, and Charlie Atkins seemed to hear the sound of breaking bones.

He rushed over, trying to intervene, only to be thrown aside by the man.

Seeing the woman’s face covered in blood, with even the man’s hands stained, Charlie Atkins’ eyes turned red.

His gaze fell on the ax in the yard, and an unknown strength surged from within him. He hobbled over, grabbed the ax, and was about to bring it down on the man’s neck...

The swing of the ax would be patricide, and whether in life or death, his future would be plagued by sin and punishment.

Ivan sighed, about to raise his hand, but was stopped by Zaraiah beside him.

Zaraiah disapproved of his intervention, "Even if it’s patricide, it’s his fate."

Ivan nodded, "I know."

While saying this, he unhesitatingly pushed Zaraiah aside, and raised his hand, sending a spiritual light towards the ax in the boy’s hand.

The ax gleamed coldly, seemingly waking the people in the room to their senses.

The drunken man, busy beating someone, instinctively turned his head. Seeing the ax so close, he sobered up instantly and attempted to dodge.

But he slipped somehow, falling to the side and hitting his head on the ground, passing out.

The sudden change left Charlie Atkins stunned for a moment, but seeing the unconscious man on the ground, he knew this was the best opportunity.

He raised the ax high again, but before it could fall, a pleasant male voice came from behind.

"If you kill him, it will take at least three lifetimes to wash away the karmic debt."

In the old rural house, a fourth voice suddenly appeared, and Charlie Atkins visibly flinched. He turned instinctively toward the sound, seeing two tall figures standing in the doorway, backlit, unlikely to be from this village.

He couldn’t make out their faces, but instinctively felt a sense of danger.

"Who are you, who are you people?"

Charlie Atkins turned around, instinctively pointing the ax at the newcomers.

These two people, who suddenly appeared in the house, didn’t look normal at all.

Ivan looked at his trembling hand and merely uttered two words.

"Spiritual Affairs."

He said, "You placed an order for murder with me."

Charlie Atkins’ eyes widened slightly, "You, you came to help me kill someone?"

This time, before Ivan could speak, Zaraiah coldly replied,

"We won’t help you kill anyone."

Confusion flashed in Charlie Atkins’ eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger,

"Then why are you here?!"

The young boy, clutching an ax in both hands, angrily questioned the two,

Since it originated with him, and he was here, it could be considered a matter of cause and effect.

Ivan stopped talking, instead, he headed to another part of the village.

Zaraiah, who had known him for thousands of years, had never fully understood Ivan, let alone guessed his intentions.

At first, he didn’t know what Ivan intended, but as he sensed a faint ghost energy in a certain area behind the village, he vaguely guessed his intention.

Sure enough, the two reached a solitary grave in the forest behind the village, where they found a female ghost sitting before it.

The female ghost’s legs were twisted, clearly broken during her lifetime, and her soul retained the appearance of her time of death.

The woman’s appearance was admittedly frightening, but if Charlie Atkins were here, he would recognize the ghost as his former "teacher."

It had been a year since he heard of her death, but her soul remained by her grave, unable to move on.

No, perhaps she didn’t refuse to leave.

Instead, she was trapped here by someone.

One glance was enough for Zaraiah to see her soul was nailed here.

Someone had nailed her body and spilled dog blood, a folk method to restrain the dead and prevent them from becoming vengeful spirits seeking revenge.

It seemed the villagers were aware of their wrongdoings and feared retribution after her death.

Zaraiah observed the female ghost without action, but Ivan looked at him,

"Why are you standing still? As Lord Yama, collecting souls for the Underworld is part of your duty."

Zaraiah pressed his lips together, suspecting this wasn’t Ivan’s specific reason for coming,

But he complied, just about to reach out to take the soul when Ivan continued,

"After all, you’re not a mere Ghost Messenger down below, so if you’re unfamiliar with the process and accidentally let the soul go during its release, it’s understandable."

Zaraiah: ...

So, he was supposed to pretend to let it go?