The Rich Cultivator
Chapter 222. Farewell to Spirits

Chapter 222: 222. Farewell to Spirits

The three figures hung from the rafters, their hands limp, bodies swaying ever so slightly in the still air.

Shadows played across their faces, casting a chilling contrast between life and the eerie silence of death.

Tyler’s gaze was drawn to their lifeless eyes, staring blankly ahead, frozen in a final, haunting expression. Darkened patches marked their skin—evidence of how long they’d been gone.

"They’re... dead?" Tyler murmured, a chill settling over him. He recalled his recent encounter with Moeko, her voice, her presence unmistakable.

But if they were gone... how had he seen her?

He took a step back, unable to shake the sense that something was terribly wrong.

"Who is it?" Tyler took a deep breath.

The family of three committed suicide for no reason. This was very strange. Everyone wanted to live. If nothing happened, who would commit suicide? It means something happened and made them commit suicide.

Tyler pondered as he stood on the spot.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps interrupted Tyler’s train of thought. He slipped out of the house just in time, blending into the shadows of the street. He then climbed on the rooftop.

A large group of people rushed in from the alley, wearing the officer uniform. The town is managed by chief. These people are probably officers under the chief. Beside them was Veronica, her elegant form unmistakable even under the white veil covering her face. Yet Moeko, who had been with her earlier, was nowhere to be seen.

The leader of the group and Veronica appeared near the house.

"Miss Veronica, is this the house?" the leading officer asked, his voice low.

Veronica gave a brief nod. "Yes, this is it."

The one of the officer rushed in and opened the door. Then, he carried out three corpses with a stretcher covered with a white cloth.

An officer moved swiftly to the door, pushing it open before disappearing inside. Moments later, he returned, carrying the first of three bodies on a stretcher draped in a white cloth. Tyler watched from the shadows as the officers somberly loaded each body, their faces grim and silent. Soon, they turned and began to carry the corpses away, leaving only Veronica and the leader in the quiet alley.

"Officer, I hope that this matter will be carried out impartially," Veronica said, her voice steely.

"Of course. I will use the best method," The leader replied casually.

"The best methods?" Veronica’s voice sharpened. Even beneath her veil, Tyler could sense her displeasure. It was obvious that she was unhappy.

"That’s all I can say. In some matters... certain individuals cannot be touched. Sometimes, it’s best to let things lie". He sighed and left.

Veronica stood there dumbfounded. She soon left with frustration.

At this moment, Tyler jumped down from the roof and looked at the empty house with a gloomy gaze. He had heard it clearly from the roof just now.

From their conversation, he could tell that there was more to Moeko’s death.

Putting aside how Moeko ended up in such a strange state, the truth behind this was worth investigating. He would wait, listen, and observe. In three days, he would return to see what the town announced about the deaths. But he had little faith in their "best methods."

Thinking of this, Tyler did not stay in the alley. He disappeared into the shadows of the alley, leaving the silent house and its secrets behind.

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Veronica was in a bad mood. She returned to her chambers with a sigh, fingers moving to lift her veil as she closed the door behind her. The delicate fabric slipped away, revealing a face weighed with fatigue and sorrow, her usual serene expression marred by an unmistakable shadow of grief.

After a while, she sighed deeply, reaching into her sleeve to retrieve a small, rolled scroll. Unfurling it with careful fingers, she whispered a chant under her breath. In response, the scroll glowed, a faint, ethereal white light radiating from it. A trio of glimmering spheres slowly emerged from the scroll, hovering just above the floor before gently descending.

The So-Called Ghost Spirit

These orbs were ghostly and white, but within each sphere swirled a faint, dark haze that grew thicker with each passing moment. As they touched the ground, the light shifted and morphed, gradually forming into familiar, human shapes—two adults and a young girl. Moeko and her parents stood before Veronica, their expressions a mixture of confusion and fear.

"Sister Veronica... are we... really dead?" Moeko’s voice was barely a whisper as she sank to her knees, her face pale and her eyes hollow.

The middle-aged couple was not in a good state either. They hugged each other tightly and trembled.

"Moeko..." Veronica’s voice softened, a deep sorrow shadowing her face. "I know this is hard to accept, but it’s true. You’re all dead." She paused, watching Moeko’s face as the truth settled in. "You weren’t ready to leave, and that disbelief... it’s what kept you here as spirits."

They are now Ghost Spirits just like Mana.

If a person died with great resentment or under other circumstances like exposed to Death energy, Yin Qi, it was very likely that they would become a Ghost Spirit.

Though these are extremely rare.

Some Ghost Spirits had no rationality. They only knew how to kill.

However, there was a special situation in between, and that was their memories.

The so-called spirit manifested when a dead person did not believe that they were already dead. They still retained the meaning of their previous life and repeated what they had done when they were alive.

This situation is extremely rare. Atleast in this world. In Tyler’s previous world the ancient Ghosts guided those lost spirits to live as a proper Ghost Spirits.

"you should have slowly gained your memories. When you remember the scene of your death, you will turn into a mindless spirit. At that time, you will lose your rationality." Veronica endured the sadness in her heart and added.

"Sister Veronica, I don’t want to lose my rationality." Moeko tried her best to raise her head, the black gas between her eyebrows was getting thicker.

At this moment, the middle-aged couple finally reacted. As the black aura deepened, they recalled many things.

The Moeko’s mama hugged Moeko from behind and gently touched Moeko’s head. Their faces were full of pain.

The Moeko’s papa looked at Veronica and smiled bitterly. "Miss Veronica, you want to free us, right?"

Veronica nodded without hiding anything. "I will try my best to minimize your pain."

Veronica doesn’t have exorcist items. But she took a small glass tube from her storage device. It shined in white colour. Moeko’s parents retreated with pain.

This is Solar Uv Potion. This one is used against some Abyss Ghosts that hates sunlight. With the exposure of Solar Uv, Moeko’s parents felt pain and their existence began to fade.

Veronica closed it and hesitated.

"Miss Veronica, we are ready." Mama Moeko patted Moeko’s head and comforted her for a while before raising her head.

This decisiveness stunned Veronica.

Moeko’s Mama smiled. "We can’t cause trouble for the neighbors even if we die."

"Miss Veronica, you don’t have to think about seeking justice for us. You’ll be in trouble. We’re already satisfied that you can send us on our way." The Moeko’s papa returned to his wife’s side and opened his arms to hug the middle-aged woman and Moeko.

Veronica remained silent, not knowing what to say.

Her grip on the glass tube was very tight.

This was the first time she experienced this feeling. She could feel a sense of helplessness from Moeko.

"Don’t want to cause trouble for the neighbors..." Veronica muttered to herself. She repeated those words. Those calm words left Veronica stunned. She hadn’t expected such resolve, such selflessness, even in this moment of despair. It only deepened her respect and sorrow for these souls, who, even after death, were considerate of those they had left behind.

At this moment, the speed of the black gas spreading was gradually increasing, and Moeko and her parents began to lose consciousness.

"Urgh!"

A beast-like roar came from their mouths, revealing a sinister and cold aura.

The consciousness in the couple’s eyes was decreasing, and Moeko was also changing.

Moeko’s eyes were dazed as she lowered her head and looked at her slender palm. Her eyes turned from dazed to ferocious.

She prayed that someone would help her. But for some reason Little Brother Tyler’s face appeared on her mind.

But what followed was endless coldness.

"I’m really going to die..."

Moeko’s voice was so soft that Veronica could not hear her clearly.

Veronica gritted her teeth and unscrewed the vial. As the potion was exposed to the air, it released a soft, warm light that filled the room. The black aura around Moeko’s parents reacted instantly, retreating as their forms began to dissipate, leaving them momentarily at peace.

Veronica frowned because Moeko’s black gass on her head is gone. But she didn’t disappear. She atleast turned back normal.

The couple smiled and they disappeared completely.

Moeko stood there in shock, "Mama, Papa..."

She cried.