Chapter 137
Chapter 137
Winnie had always considered herself a mere acquaintance to Gwyn, nothing more. But clearly. Gwyn didn’t share that
sentiment, especially since Winnie had managed to procure for her a grand mansion that seemed to settle an unspoken
obsession.
Looking at the spectral Gwyn before her, Winnie thought of the man in the photograph, whose features hinted at a tangled web
of romantic debts.
Sighing, Winnie decided topromise.
“Your ex-husband’s demise was an ident. He fell into the water after a nightmare you caused, but it wasn’t your doing. You
aren''t responsible for his death,” Winnie exined. “For a spirit who hasn’t rued a murder and insists on lingering in the
mortal realm, you might want to consider being a ghost cultivator to avoid the ire of the Mystical Sects.”
“Ghost cultivator?” Gwyn looked at her, puzzled. Wasn’t she already on that path? With fifty years under her belt, Gwyn was
stronger than anymon specter.
This was why the exorcists hired by Quincy and even the Breeze Monastery couldn''t handle her.
“| thought | was already a ghost cultivator.”
“You''re what we call an unrecognized ghost cultivator,” Winnie said with a sidelong nce. “To be recognized officially, you need
to get registered.”
Gwyn, always holed up in the Henderson family’s mansion, was out of the loop on underworld news. She asked earnestly, “How
do | get officially registered?”
Winnie pulled out her smartphone and opened Ghostly app...
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“Just sign up here.” she taught Gwyn..
Gwyn knew modern folks used these devices for everything and had seen Winnie fiddle with such apps, but it never urred to
her that even a ghost could register.
“Could you... help me sign up?” Gwyn asked, her voice tinged with hope.
Winnie paused, then, in a bout of generosity, ced an order on the Ghostly Express. Soon after, a courier dressed in ck
delivered a package to her.
Gwyn, watching, noticed a faint ghostly aura about the courier and her eyes widened.
“Excuse me, sir, are you also a ghost cultivator?”
The ck—d courier lifted his head, a smile touching his eyes.
“Yes,” he said. “Since Ghostly opened a direct line to the underworld, we''ve recruited many workers of ghost cultivator from the
mortal realm. If you’re interested, you could submit a resume through Ghostly app.”
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Gwyn was taken aback.
Winnie unwrapped the package to reveal a brand-new smartphone. She opened the registration. page and handed it to Gwyn to
fill out, while exining to the courier, “She’s not officially a ghost cultivator yet. Once she’s registered, perhaps you could verify
her ghostly aura.”
The courier nodded, showing no rush to leave.
Gwyn, an old ghost, had watched the mansion’s residents use their phones and had even secretly yed with them. She filled
out the registration quickly, and the courier used the phone’s camera to record her ghostly aura, validating her as a pure ghost
cultivator.
With official recognition, Gwyn would no longer be a target of the Mystical Sects and could find work through Ghostly app, much
like the delivery man.
But it also meant she’d be bound by rules, prohibited from harming the living or increasing her power through dark arts, lest
official ghosts send an alert and lock her soul.
Intrigued by the tform, Gwyn momentarily considered joining the Ghostly Express but quickly dismissed the idea. She had her
mansion without the need for the grind of mortal work. She’d rather help others like her.
“Master Bryant, thank you. I''ll find a way to repay you for the phone,” Gwyn said sincerely. touched by the unexpected gift.
Gwyn thought she was here to ask for an idea, but Master Bryant even gave her a mobile phone.
God knew how much she wanted to have her own mobile phone.
Winnie waved it off. She had gotten the phone with r
from Ghostly app. Once Gwyn left, Winnie, true to her principle of never leaving loose ends, turned her attention to the Ghost
Baby nestled on her shoulder.
“Let''s weigh the little one while we’re at it,” she said to the courier.
The scale read 10 grams, a meager one-gram gain from thest time.
“Not enough for the underworld to take notice,” the courier stated calmly.
So Winnie was stuck with the Ghost Baby for a while longer.
After the courier left, Winnie took onest task upon herself and read the man’s face in the photograph for Gwyn.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
“With a t nose and a dullplexion, he’s no viin but certainly wrapped up in a web of romantic debts. You might have
meant well by helping that deceived girl, but as a ghost cultivator, you must never harm the living or incur a death. Remember
that.” Winnie''s tone was grave, befitting her role as a guide to ethereal beings.
Gwyn nodded earnestly and took her leave, vanishing from the mansion’s grounds. Winnie watched her go, then turned with
Ghost Baby in tow to return to the Bryant family.
Chapter 137
On the other side of town. Gwyn was on the move. With her new credentials as a ghost cultivator, she followed the ethereal trail
from an old photograph straight to the man pictured within it. As fate would have it, she arrived just as he was wrapping up a
date.
But he wasn’t alone. A girl apanied him home, barely eighteen or neen, with an innocence that clung to her like morning
dew. She stood awkwardly at the door, one hand clutching the torn fabric of her dress, clearly out of her element.
“Luna, why don’t youe in? I''ll grab you something to change into. You can’t go home looking like that,” the man coaxed her
in a voice as smooth as velvet, reaching out to pull her
inside.
To their surprise, Gwyn stood within the house, her eyes casting dark shadows as they fixed on the man who wore gentleness
like a mask.
Gwyn remembered the words of a girl who hade to her for help, recounting a hauntingly simr story. She had been sweet-
talked into his home after a date, only to end up trapped in a deceit.
First, he had charmed his way into her heart, and then, with honeyed lies, he swindled her trust, coaxing her into loans and
debts...
Acold smile touched Gwyn’s lips.
Indeed, throughout the ages, the ybook of a scoundrel remained unchanged.