Chapter 137 Chapter 137: Dawn Line TE: Widow
The flames were burning fiercely.
The ghost looked at the flames - she didn't have to say anything to stop it. As long as Jasmine was burned to death, she could find the next body to possess and then continue to maintain her "believers".
As long as Jasmine is burned to death.
As long as Jasmine is burned to death.
She can have it all.
She looked at the young man holding a torch in front of her, and the young man was also looking at her with extremely calm eyes.
"A group of blind believers, and a sincere fanatic." Su Mingan looked at her: "You make your choice."
"What do you want?" asked the ghost.
"I want to make a deal with you." Su Ming'an said, "I have a tool that can take away a dying person. If you voluntarily leave Jasmine's body and leave Terry, I will save Jasmine and let her continue to live."
"Why should I believe you?" The ghost sneered: "How great do you think I am? For a small believer, I want to sacrifice myself? Why do you think I will give up my rule over the town for Jasmine?"
"It doesn't matter." Su Ming'an continued, "Whether you leave or not has no effect on me. Saving Terry and Jasmine was just a matter of convenience. I don't like this town, so just destroy it. My mission has been completed."
The ghost showed great anger at first, but after a moment, she calmed down a little and fell silent.
She looked at the angry townspeople around her and said softly:
"Put me down first."
Su Mingan immediately went to untie her rope without any hesitation.
"Hey, he..."
Some townspeople wanted to stop him, but were stopped by Mitchell's cane. Mitchell looked a little solemn, and he was struggling inside.
The ghost was put down, she rubbed her sore arm and looked at Su Mingan.
"It's her body," she said. "Go ask her."
As she said this, she closed her eyes.
The next moment, Su Mingan saw that exceptionally pure look—it was Jasmine’s look.
"……Um?"
As if she didn't expect to wake up in the daytime, Jasmine was a little panicked when she first saw the sunlight pouring down from the sky, but soon she saw Su Mingan in front of her and calmed down a little.
"Brother Lighthouse, what's going on for me..." She noticed the townspeople holding torches nearby, and subconsciously clutched his sleeves with some fear, as she often did at night.
"Jasmine..."
She heard an old voice shouting, turned and saw Paul Mitchell.
"Mayor?" she called out blankly.
She didn't recognize Boli.
Even if her former god stood before her, as his face had aged, he was just a white-haired old man in her eyes.
"Jasmine, Jasmine-now, the lives of the entire town are in your hands."
The white-haired old man trembled and rushed over. Jasmine was a little scared, but she was kind-hearted and did not push away an old man who could not even stand steadily. She looked at the old man with a pleading face and felt a little at a loss.
“Please, please let that ghost go… Our town really can’t stand the continuous exiles and deaths. If this continues, Trili will become a ghost town…”
The old man clutched her red wedding dress, with deep sadness in his eyes.
Jasmine was still unclear about the situation. She only knew that she should wake up in the ancestral hall at night, waiting for someone day after day, but she couldn't remember much else.
But I don't know why.
When this old man, this old man whom she didn't even know, rushed towards her with a humble look on his face, a feeling of loss rose in her heart.
"Old man, wait a moment..." She called out this subconsciously, but for some reason, as soon as she said this, she felt a sense of absurdity. The feeling came in waves like a tide, almost drowning her.
…It seemed that she shouldn't call the other person like that.
Who should the other party be to her?
"Moli, there is a ghost parasitizing on you." Su Ming'an said slowly: "You have no memory during the day because it has taken over your body. Because of its presence, a town resident will die every day in this town."
“…Is that so?” Jasmine was stunned. Suddenly, she hugged her head, as if some memory was being awakened: “I, I remember, it seems that there was someone who sometimes talked to me. Sometimes, she would also tell me stories about the outside world…”
As she spoke, her body suddenly stiffened, and then her eyes trembled violently:
"No," she murmured, "she is nobody."
Su Mingan looked at her quietly.
“She is my God.” Jasmine’s eyes were a little dull. “I seemed to have been waiting for someone, and then she came… She talked to me and kept me alive. She knew everything and had supreme power—she is my God.”
Su Mingan turned his head away.
It looked like Jasmine would never let the ghost sacrifice herself. Jasmine had already regarded the ghost as a god.
He had no feelings about this. He just did it as he pleased. If he could, he would save them. If not, he would let the town of Trili continue like this. This was all the choice made by Jasmine and Ghost. After all, he was just a passing traveler.
"But, no, that's not right." Jasmine's eyes suddenly fell on Su Mingan.
There was something more in her eyes that was different from pure innocence.
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