Chapter 389 Lament of the Cemetery <TOC> Chapter 391 A Familiar Accent
Translator: SumTLMan
This was the first soul he had seen wearing clothes since entering the Inner World.
Yes, she was still a soul.
Because she was an energy body, her body emitted a faint glow. In the pitch-black cave, her presence was extremely eye-catching.
Upon entering the cave, Angel saw a glowing little girl, squatting among the stalagmites, occasionally sobbing and wiping her tears.
Although the girl was crying, she did not cover her face and hide her resentment like the ghosts outside. She just occasionally wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with her chubby little hands.
There was very little resentment in her, and her soul was clean and pure.
Clearly, she was fundamentally different from the ghosts outside – this was a pure and uncorrupted soul.
As he approached her, Toby became more impatient, constantly trying to fly towards the little girl. Angel’s gaze slowly moved down from her head, finally landing on her hands.
The little girl occasionally wiped her tears, her palms opening and closing. It was when she slightly closed her palms that Angel noticed a transparent bead shrouded in a faint white light.
“Resembling a pearl, it is lustrous and has a faint glow; the more transparent it is, the better its quality.” This was how the Kulakuka tribe’s High Priest Baya described the Soul Bead.
The transparent bead held by the little girl was exactly as the High Priest described. Toby also showed an eager impulse towards that bead.
—Undoubtedly, this should be the Soul Bead.
According to the High Priest’s description of the Soul Bead, the one in the little girl’s hand was exquisitely transparent, almost clear, indicating that its quality was among the top tier of Soul Beads.
However, taking the Soul Bead from a little girl’s hands made him a bit hesitant… even if this little girl was a soul.
Perhaps the “Light Spell” had disturbed her, the little girl choked back her sobs and raised her head.
The little girl looked to be about eight or nine years old.
Her golden, wavy hair and emerald green eyes filled with grievance, making her eyes appear slightly red, a flat nose, and freckles on her cheeks made her look both ugly and cute.
“This appearance…” At first sight of the little girl’s face, Angel immediately thought of the little girl’s skeleton he had discovered in an open coffin earlier. The girl in the silk painting hidden within the necklace worn by the skeleton was strikingly similar to the girl before him.
There was a difference between a simple sketch and a real person, but the artist of the silk painting had captured the little girl’s features very accurately – the curly hair, flat nose, and freckles were almost identical to this grieving little girl.
The little girl stopped sobbing as she looked at the ‘little sun’ created by the Light Spell. Her eyes filled with curiosity, she reached out with her short, chubby hands, trying to catch the sun’s tail.
“Is it beautiful big sister? Are you here to see me again?” The little girl’s voice carried a hint of softness.
Beautiful big sister? Angel looked at the little girl floating into the air, chasing the light spell and playing, feeling puzzled. Listening to the little girl’s tone, would a “sister” come to see her?
“Sister, where are you?” The little girl turned her head, searching all around. But she couldn’t see the long-awaited sister, her mouth pouted high: “Sister, it’s so cold and lonely here, can I go back?”
The little girl sniffed while talking to herself.
“Sister, I want to go back, where there are paintings my brother gave me, I don’t want to stay here.”
“Sister…”
The little girl talked to herself for a long time, and Angel figured out a logic: it seemed that someone had brought her here from her original coffin. The little girl had been here for a long time, feeling lonely, and wanted to return to the coffin, where at least there was a painting her brother had given her.
The open coffin lid, the painting in the necklace, the little girl’s face, and her words. Angel could be almost certain that this little girl was the owner of the skeletal remains in the coffin he had seen earlier.
When Angel had almost finished his analysis, he finally decided to speak: “Who is the sister you mentioned?”
The sudden appearance of a male voice surprised the little girl. She looked at Angel, who gradually revealed himself, and retreated in fear.
“You’re not my sister…” Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes.
Angel helplessly rubbed his temples, as he was not good at dealing with children’s emotions.
He took a few steps back, distancing himself from the little girl’s self-protective alert range, lowered his voice, and said softly, “I have no ill intentions towards you; I just want to know who the sister you mentioned is.”
Angel actually wanted to get straight to the point about the Soul Bead. But he was still puzzled as to why this little girl would have a Soul Bead of such high quality. As a treasure of the soul system, the ghost in the outside world would go mad if they saw this Soul Bead, and it was impossible for the little girl to keep it all this time.
So, his intuition told him that the little girl might not have had the Soul Bead for long, and its origin was likely related to the “sister” she mentioned.
The little girl looked at Angel but remained silent.
Angel thought she was frightened and was about to say something to ease her guard. But he suddenly felt a tender soul force timidly touching him.
Angel was taken aback, realizing that the little girl wasn’t speaking because she was using this method to test him.
Without thinking, Angel sent out a strand of mental tendril to contact her soul force.
The little girl seemed to sense the pure and gentle nature of Angel’s mental power, and she slowly withdrew her soul force, timidly asking, “Big brother, who are you?”
Just as Angel was about to answer, Toby began to struggle harder, aiming straight at the Soul Bead in the little girl’s hand.
The sound of Toby flapping his wings caught the little girl’s attention, and she noticed the bird in beautiful clothes. Her eyes brightened, and she laughed happily: “Bird, it’s a little bird!”
“Do you like birds?” Angel gently comforted Toby, and under his gentle touch, Toby’s struggles gradually subsided.
“I like birds, I used to have a bird, its name was Hua… Hua…” The little girl said happily, but when it came to the name, she suddenly choked, pondered for a moment, and finally sighed, lowering her head in disappointment: “I forgot its name.”
“But it was your good companion, wasn’t it?” Angel said while conjuring an illusion in his hand, which was the bird he had seen earlier in the silk painting.
The bird had beautiful feathers like a peacock, small wings, and a delicate appearance. The only pity was that the illusory bird created by Angel was black and white because the silk painting was a simple sketch without colors.
“Yes, yes, that’s it. It was my good companion.” The little girl happily ran over from the corner of the wall, reaching out her hand to touch the black and white illusory bird.
Angel let the illusory bird fly, fluttering its wings around the little girl.
The little girl seemed to understand that she couldn’t touch the bird, so she put her hand down, watching the bird fly in the air, laughing happily.
“What color do you think its feathers are?”
The little girl answered decisively: “Green.”
Angel smiled slightly, and with a flutter, the bird’s feathers turned emerald green.
“What color do you think this pattern is?” “Red!”
“What about this place?” “Its eyes?” “Its…”
With each question and answer, the illusory bird donned a beautiful outfit, colorful and a bit quirky but quite lovely.
When the bird turned into the image the little girl had in her mind, she laughed even more joyfully, like the tinkling of silver bells in the wind.
With the bond created by this bird, the little girl’s resistance towards Angel lessened, and she felt a bit closer to him.
Taking advantage of the little girl’s happiness, Angel asked again: “Who is the young lady you mentioned earlier? Is the bead in your hand given to you by her?”
Although it seemed a bit deceitful, Angel had no better strategy.
“The young lady is just the young lady.” The little girl looked at the bead in her palm that gave her gentle strength, nodded: “Yes, this bead was given to me by the young lady. She said as long as I have this bead, I won’t feel pain anymore.”
As the little girl spoke, she clenched the bead and held it against her chest, smiling happily.
Angel noticed that as the Soul Bead was placed against the little girl’s chest, the resentment lingering around her was slowly expelled, and her soul became a bit purer.
It seemed that the purpose of this Soul Bead was to dispel the resentment in her.
She had originally been staying in the cemetery of the outside world, and even though she started as a pure soul, the countless ghosts and endless resentment in the cemetery affected her, making it normal for her to be tainted by resentment. If she continued to stay in the cemetery, her fate would inevitably be to become a fallen ghost.
Even if she left the realm of the ghosts, she was already tainted by resentment, and there was still a high chance of falling in the future.
However, she was brought into the bottom of the well by the “older sister” who gave her a Soul Bead to drive away resentment and left magic to purify ghosts at the wellhead. Without the erosion of the ghosts, her chances of falling would gradually decrease over time.
After deducing these contents, Angel’s expression sank.
If that was the case, the Soul Bead was irreplaceable for her… How could he have the heart to snatch the little girl’s Soul Bead?
As Angel struggled internally, she seemed to have noticed his thoughts.
She ran to Angel’s side and handed over the Soul Bead: “Big brother, do you like this bead too? I can give it to you. I’ve felt much less pain lately, so I think my illness must have healed.”
Looking at the little girl’s sincere eyes, Angel was taken aback.
After a while, he smiled and pushed the Soul Bead back to her.
“Thank you, although big brother also wants it, you should keep it for now. I’ll go find the older sister you mentioned later, and if I can get some from her, I won’t need to take it from you.” When Angel said this, he felt a bit embarrassed.
Although he refused the little girl now, he left room for negotiation in his words: If I don’t get a Soul Bead, I might come back.
Angel felt embarrassed, but this was indeed what he was thinking.
Directly taking the little girl’s Soul Bead made him feel guilty, but if he couldn’t get enough Soul Beads in the Black Castle, he would still choose to come back. Because to him, the little girl was just a stranger, a soul that evoked his compassion; but Toby was his best friend, his family. The difference in closeness was clear at a glance.
The little girl didn’t understand Angel’s roundabout thoughts and just took back the Soul Bead with a puzzled expression on her face.
“You didn’t answer me just now. Who is the older sister you mentioned? What’s her name?” Angel asked.
The little girl thought for a moment: “The older sister seemed to say that her name was… Gloria?”
Chapter 389 Lament of the Cemetery <TOC> Chapter 391 A Familiar Accent