According to the "common sense" Xia De heard from the coachman, underground crypts were the most expensive, and among the above-ground cemeteries, grave sites under trees were slightly more expensive than other locations. Being buried under a tree, in literary works, represented a noble character.
The chirping of cicadas filled the air. Because the weather was somewhat overcast, the direct sunlight hitting the ground was very dim, as if it was about to rain. But even such faint sunlight shining on the two souls made them grow increasingly faint.
Just like the rumors in the Outsider's hometown, souls cannot be exposed to sunlight for too long. Of course, evil spirits generated by relics or other powerful evil forces have strong resistance to sunlight.
The entrance to the underground crypt soon appeared before their eyes. The group stopped, allowing the gravedigger, who was following behind the crowd, to open the door with his bunch of keys. The burial objects in the underground crypts were placed directly around the coffins, so extra caution was needed against ill-intentioned night visitors. In addition to the gravedigger's own vigilance, the three layers of barred gates outside the underground crypt were also important weapons protecting the place.
And besides the barred gates here, all the underground crypts had their own barred gates. However, the entire funeral procession could not go down; only the deceased's relatives were allowed to enter the crypt, and Xia De was certainly not among them.
So his next task was to wait on the surface. Mrs. Worsent could settle the bill with him once she returned to the surface. It was not yet four o'clock, so Xia De would have plenty of time later to visit Mr. Sparrow and then return to the city for dinner.
By the time he got home, Miss Annette and Miss Bei Ya Si would probably have just arrived.
While the gravedigger was opening the door, the two souls began to discuss again:
"Since we can't let her see us, let's try to control a living person and ask her opinion in person."
Mr. Mason suggested.
"Can you do that?"
"I can only slightly influence some living people."
"Me too."
This meant their power was pitifully weak.
"If we control a living person together, that should be fine. Although it might only be for a few minutes, it will be enough to ask."
"No problem... But who should we choose?"
Mr. Watson asked, looking around with the other soul. Xia De consciously stepped aside, and then Mr. Mason pointed at him.
"Him."
Mr. Mason found Xia De, who was just moving, and then Mr. Watson looked Xia De over and expressed his approval:
"I noticed he doesn't talk much. Such an introverted person should be easy to control... Speaking of which, whose friend's child is this, sending me off? Why haven't I seen him before?"
"What are your thoughts now?"
She laughed in Xia De's ear and asked.
Xia De raised his hand and scratched the skin behind his ear, his eyes again glancing at the two souls standing in the shadows under a nearby tree:
"Are there any traces of relics? Or traces of Miracles?"
"None."
"Then this isn't me being unlucky, it's them being unlucky."
The gravedigger opened the door to the underground crypt, and a cold, decaying smell immediately rushed out. Mrs. Worsent's sobbing grew louder. She bravely suppressed her grief, thanking everyone for coming to bid farewell to Mr. Watson, and then spoke a few words to Xia De, thanking him for making the special trip, before entering the underground with the coffin.
Everyone stood waiting in the cemetery. Xia De excused himself, saying he needed to go back to the church to use the restroom, and left the crowd. He originally thought the two souls would find another target once he left, but he didn't expect them to stubbornly follow him.
"Look, he's moving away from the crowd. Let's catch up quickly."
Xia De wanted to laugh but couldn't, so after moving away from the crowd, he slightly slowed his pace. After confirming that the people in the distance couldn't see him, he clenched his fists, counted down three-two-one in his mind, suddenly turned around, and aimed two punches at the faces of the ghosts closely following him, one punch for each.
"Oh~ how rude."
"Oh~ how can you touch us?"
The ghosts' tone finally showed some fluctuation; they looked at Xia De in surprise. This was, of course, the effect of the Soul Echo; any attack made by Xia De's physical body could affect souls.
The two ghosts wanted to run, but Xia De's right hand was already glowing with silver light. He wasn't a malicious person, but at this moment, in the eyes of the ghosts, he was very fierce:
"If you want to dissipate immediately, then run."
He pointed his finger forward, and the silver Moonlight was very faint, but it made them tremble as if they had encountered a natural enemy:
"Sir, whatever you say. Oh, we really are unlucky. To encounter a wizard from stories after death."
Mr. Mason complained in a low voice.
"No, I'm not a wizard, I'm a Ring術士. Also, don't back away, or I'll let you know the consequences. You were the ones trying to attack me; I should be the unlucky one."
Xia De said, waving the silver light in his hand.
"Look, you unlucky fellow, why did you choose this person?"
Mr. Mason complained to Mr. Watson next to him, who wanted to apologize but then suddenly understood, pointing at Mr. Mason and saying:
"Wait, you were the one who chose him!"
"Both of you shut up, I'll only say this once!"
Xia De stopped the two souls from complaining to each other.
Because they were just ordinary people in life, and their current state wasn't even a complete soul, Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason couldn't fully comprehend what was happening. They were just yielding to instinctive fear.
"I ask, you answer."
Xia De said, feigning fierceness:
"First, why are you here?"
"I don't know, we just suddenly appeared."
This was Mr. Mason's answer.
"I don't know either. After death, I couldn't leave my body; something bound me."
This was Mr. Watson's answer.
Xia De frowned slightly:
"Then, when will you leave?"
"I don't know, when it's time to leave, we will leave."
This was their joint answer.
"Finally, please stay away from my employer, Mrs. Wosente. This is also for her own good. It's best for the living not to have too much contact with the dead."
"But..."
The two ghosts didn't immediately agree this time, even when Xia De made his fingers glow a little more, they still didn't immediately agree:
"As long as you answer our question, we will never bother anyone again."
"Are you asking if Mrs. Wosente really forgot about that night?"
"Yes."
They nodded, their obedient expressions making Xia De, who was innocently targeted by ghosts, want to punch them again.
But there was no need to get angry at these two souls. He thought for a moment, watching the two souls look at him expectantly:
"Alright, I'll give you the answer, but don't contact any ordinary people."
"Thank you, sir."
He sighed, looking at the crowd standing and waiting in the distance.
Agreeing so easily wasn't because Xia De was kind-hearted and wanted to help, but because he was also very curious about the truth. Moreover, this matter didn't involve dangerous factors; he purely treated it as finding some fun for himself. The suppression in his heart before the big battle, and talking to the two ghosts, though it annoyed him, inexplicably made him feel much better.