Chapter 274 - 274: Master Is the Best


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    Mrs. Walton was silent for a moment. “You just said that Helena…” Whether it was the pregnant female ghost or the olddy in the shroud, they had all mentioned “resurrection.” So was the Helena Elmer had just mentioned really her daughter, Helena?


    George patted Mrs. Walton’s shoulder, indicating that she should not be anxious. He opened his mouth to ask what he had wanted to ask just now.


    “You said that Helena can’t live?”


    Elmer looked at the fluorescent light adhering to the Waltons’ eyes, faces, or foreheads. This was Amelia’s magic power. She must have fought the female ghost too hard previously and not controlled her strength well. At this moment, the fluorescent light on the Waltons’ bodies had dimmed. There were some things that had to be made clear.


    Elmer: “Helena reced Hall by a freakbination of factors. Normal people can’t tell that Helena’s ghost is in Hall’s body, but other ghosts can. As long as Helena walks out, she will constantly attract all kinds of ghosts, malicious ghosts, and even evil ghosts. Paper can’t wrap fire. She won’t live for more than a few years if she’s surrounded by ghosts for a long time. Besides, soul transmigration doesn’t conform to the rules of Hell. If I don’t capture her, someone else will. Besides, do you want to lock Helena up for the rest of her life?” Like the past twenty years, in order to protect Helena, they locked her in a sterile environment, locked her at home, and carefully protected her. Until she died, she didn’t have time to experience the world.<div>


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    George was silent.


    Eric clenched his fists.


    Mrs. Walton finally understood. Her lips trembled as she gripped Helena’s hand tightly, refusing to take her eyes off her face. Helena… this was her daughter?


    Helena pursed her lips, her heart heavy for no reason. She hesitated for a moment and gently patted the back of Mrs. Walton’s hand.


    Amelia’s eyes were red as she grabbed Elmer’s clothes. “Master, is there no other way? Mia wants Mommy. Boohoo, Master, you’re so powerful. You must have a way, right?”


    Elmer was speechless. Mini King of Hell! Can you not trap a subordinate?!


    There are so many people in Hell, such as the ck and White Impermanence, Ox-Head, and Horse-Face. There’s even Granny Meng who’s making soup! However, no one else is as reliable as him…


    Elmer shook his head and said as if resigned to his fate, “Yes, but I can’t guarantee how long Helena can stay. Perhaps a year and a half, ten months, eight months, or three to five years…”


    Amelia’s eyes lit up and she hugged Elmer’s thigh. “Master is the best!”


    Alex was speechless. He was the best? He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Was he that insignificant?


    Alex, who was jealous, saw Elmer separate a thin strand from the red string on Amelia’s wrist and tie it around Helena’s wrist.


    Helena looked at the red string around her wrist. “Thank you,” she whispered.


    Elmer waved his hand. “You’re wee.” He hoped that when the mini King of Hell returned, he would be promoted and get rich to marry a wife. It would not be in vain for him to work so hard.


    Elmer nced at Amelia and reminded her, “When you’re sessful in the future, don’t forget Master.”


    Amelia nodded. “Don’t worry, Master. When Mia is sessful in the future, I’ll promote you, make you rich, and get you a wife!”


    The Waltons: n ???” Who taught her that?


    Elmer: n ???” No, how did you know what I was thinking? Did he identally say his thoughts just now?


    It had been a long night. Amelia yawned and began to feel sleepy. After sending Amelia back to her room, Mrs. Walton called George to the study. Eric went over too. No one knew what they said, but when Mrs. Walton returned to her room, it was almost dawn. They could vaguely hear the horn of a car on the road outside.


    Mrs. Waltony on the bed and could not calm down for a long time. Beside her, Mr. Walton was still sleeping soundly, snoring loudly. She was so angry that she raised her leg and kicked Mr. Walton hard!


    This was Mrs. Walton’s subconscious action. She did not even react to the fact that she had moved her leg to kick someone. She was still thinking about Helena and did not notice her leg at all.


    Nir. Walton rolled over and pulled the nket over him.


    Mrs. Walton scolded in a low voice, “Sleep, sleep, sleep. You only know how to sleep. Even if such a big thing happens, it won’t wake you up!’


    Nir. Walton said, “Snore… snore…


    Mrs. Walton: “…” She was speechless. In the past, she thought that what was said in novels and television dramas about sleeping like a log was an exaggeration.. She didn’t expect to marry someone who couldn’t be moved by lightning!</font>