Chapter 938

Miah’s family lived in a modest neighborhood, in an open-style apartment building where people from all walks of life resided.

As they entered the building, they were greeted by a talisman posted high on the wall, with a jar underneath and an incense stick inserted. The same talisman adorned the elevator door in the hallway, accompanied by another jar and incense stick in the corner.

Reaching the twenty-eighth floor after riding the elevator, they found the same setup in the hallway outside Miah’s apartment. However, Miah’s family took it to another level. Their door was wide open, revealing an altar filled with incense sticks, and candles burning incessantly on both sides, the melted wax filling the candle holders.

The atmosphere inside the house was suffocating, with smoke lingering in the air.

From time to time, the jingle of a practitioner’s bell could be heard.

A neighbor opened their door and reflexively glanced at the scene, muttering, “Geez, they’ve gone off the deep end. This is enough to scare anyone!”

Lilly asked, “Auntie, is it like this in their home every day?”

The neighbor glanced at them and replied, “Oh, yes. It’s fine during the day, but at night, we’re afraid to even open our doors.”

“Once, our neighbor from across the hall came out at night and was terrified by what he saw.”

“The child in this family had leukemia, and everyone sympathized with their situation.”

“Last week, it was said that the child had passed away, and the whole neighborhood was in mourning.

On the first day when Miah’s parents broke down, refusing to give up, everyone offered comfort and sympathy.”

“But as time went on, it became unbearable. Who could withstand the neighbors summoning spirits every day…”

“We’re even afraid to leave our homes during the day,” the neighbor complained, frustrated and helpless. “We’ve talked to them, but they don’t listen. We dare not say much either. Even our sleep at night is restless.”

The neighbor didn’t stay long, complaining a bit before hurriedly leaving.

Lilly and Josh walked ahead, while Blake followed behind, instinctively surveying their surroundings.

Then they noticed a small girl huddled sadly in the corner of the hallway.

At that moment, bells were ringing inside the house, but the people inside didn’t seem to hear it.

A man sat on the living room couch, presumably Miah’s father, anxiously making a phone call.

Faintly, they could hear his pleading voice, “You’re an expert in this field, please, look at my daughter…

She’s not dead, she can’t be dead. I beg you, just take a look…”

The call seemed to end, and Miah’s father fell silent for a moment before resolutely dialing another number.

Meanwhile, Miah’s mother held a stack of documents and circled things with a pen on a piece of paper.

“Look at this, honey,” she said to Miah’s father. “This is the most advanced technology in Buscueland.

Dr. Laurent mentioned the possibility of cryogenically frozen bodies being revived…”

“And this one, although it’s a novel… It says here that a woman with a terminal illness was cryogenically frozen and woke up eighteen years later…”

In the main room, a man in a robe vigorously shook a bell, murmuring and chanting a long string of incantations.

“Spirits return! Spirits return! Return to us!!”

After sprinkling something, he jumped up, assuming a grandiose posture.

Lilly, Josh, and Blake were left speechless.

While they had always wanted to become practitioners or learn from them, they had never seen anything like this…

Miah’s parents finally noticed the presence at their door, paused for a moment, and quickly came out, saying, “We’re sorry, we’re sorry. Our family is a bit peculiar. We apologize for disturbing you. Are you our neighbors in this building?”

Miah’s mother kept apologizing, “We’re sorry. Everything will be better soon, just give us a few more days…”

They didn’t want to bother anyone, but Miah used to leave from this house before…

The landlord also arrived, trying to drive them away, but they had no choice.

Besides kneeling to the landlord and apologizing to the neighbors, they didn’t know what else to do.

Lilly sighed. She had originally wanted to say, “Uncle, Auntie, please give up. Miah is already dead.”

But she didn’t say that. Instead, she pointed to the corner of the hallway and said, “Uncle, Auntie, Miah is over there.”