Chapter 66: I Want to Live
Miles had been stationed by the window for a significant amount of time. It wasn’t until the ghostly grey realm had fully dissolved from view that his rigid posture began to soften.
“We got lucky,” he murmured, “It was just drifting past. Otherwise, I would’ve been forced to retreat. An apparition of that potency would mean certain death to anyone who dares to face it. And judging by its appearance, despite not being confined or imprisoned, it appears to be under some form of constraint. That explains the deliberately folded hands around that gold candleholder, a technique the ghost tamers probably discovered to suppress its lethal means.”
But then his brow suddenly knitted together, “But is it the candlelight that’s affecting the ghost? Or is it the candleholder itself?”
Miles sighed, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer: “The world of ghost tamers holds too many secrets. It seems that they’ve uncovered some effective strategies to deal with these spirits. Is it because my rank is low that I’m oblivious to these methods? Or are various nations deliberately suppressing this knowledge?”
Then he scoffed at how ridiculous human beings are, “In the face of such a global catastrophe, are we still in a state of competition and conflict?”
Miles found himself lost in thought. Survival wouldn’t be achieved by casually taming ghosts. He was certain that Ethan’s way was flawed. Survival required striving for a higher position, enhancing status, and possibly even accumulating power. This was the only way to reveal more secrets and information that was out there.
Miles did not wish to remain in ignorance, waiting for an inevitable end. As he contemplated this, his eyes fell on the parchment of human skin on the table, held down by a golden box. It was as if all secrets were etched onto it but at an exorbitant cost. It wasn’t going to part with crucial information easily.
After a few moments of deep thought, he had a clear plan of what was next. He turned to River, “Stop staring at me as though you’ve been orphaned. It was just a wandering spirit outside; we’re safe now. Did you bring the fried rice I wanted? I plan to eat and then rest.”
River responded with a shaky voice, “It’s in the bag.”