Chapter 50 (2/2)
Vivian looked around with a tinge of melancholy. “Time really does change everything. I used to dream of having a castle of my own. People those days thought that vampires really did own castles. But… I couldn’t even afford a small parcel of land…”
Hao Ren patted Vivian’s shoulder to comfort her. “Let’s not reminisce about your sad past. You can’t even afford it now.”
“… Can you not?”
Standing within the castle ruins, the howling sounded even clearer. However, it was due to the fact that there were plenty of rocks and wall structures which echoed the sound. It was pretty difficult to pinpoint the source of the howling and Lily took a good while to even get a bead on its general direction. “I think it’s coming from there,” Lily said as she pointed. “I’m using my human ear so, I can’t hear it clearly.”
Hao Ren looked towards the direction Lily was pointing at and found a rare structure that was still intact. It was rectangular in shape, almost like an independent structure by itself. Maybe because of that, it had survived the collapse of the castle.
“Seems like a small chapel,” Vivian surmised. “I’ve seen the layout of castles like this. This stone building is definitely a chapel. A haunted chapel? This sounds just like those horror flicks.”
Hao Ren thought Vivian had hinted at something else and asked, “Did you find anything?”
“Nothing of importance. Did you manage to detect the person?”
“Nope, nothing yet.” Hao Ren was puzzled as well. He pulled out the MDT. “Hey, have you detected anything?”
“How would I know?” The MDT retorted defiantly. “That’s your problem to solve. Lady 12345 said that if the new tenant is within a certain range from you, the sensors will trigger. If there’s nothing, that means you are not at the right place. Go look around. Based on the information… hmm… it should be close by.”
Hao Ren had half a mind to smash the MDT on the rocks. The other half was deathly afraid that he would have no way to fix it later. All he could do was muster a violent stare at the super, high tech device and carefully stow it back into his pouch.
At the same time, on the other side of the ruins, the group of ghostbusters had started doing their stuff. One was carrying a big radio, wired to a boatload of antennas protruding skywards with a giant spare battery pack. With his headphones clamped tightly onto his ears and his fingers carefully manipulating the dials of his improvised ‘Spirit Listening Device’, the man suddenly screamed. “I hear it! I can hear it! The spirit went into me through the antenna! I can feel it within me!”
Another man, dressed like an old detective with an old monochrome camera stared angrily at the man. “Please be quite. I’m trying to capture the spirit’s picture… And oh, your headphone seems to be broken. I saw sparks earlier.”
“Spirits! I see spirits floating above the castle!” A middle aged lady clad in purple screamed as she sat still on a rock. Her eyes turned white as she chanted. An even older witch beside her was even more outrageous with her chanting. She was foaming in her mouth…
Nangong, with his monocle on, stood amongst the delirious crowd. He only shook his head in amusement. Behind him was the Indian monk and both of them lowered their sights.
They did not seem to be staring at the ground but through it, at whatever that was hiding underneath.