Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 757: Afraid of a Hypocrite

Chapter 757: Afraid of a Hypocrite

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The unlucky ghost nodded and said softly, “Let’s go, let’s go. Don’t disturb her.” The evil ghosts carefully entered the Soul Retrieving Gourd and disappeared.

In the Soul Retrieving Gourd, the female ghost looked pitifully at the ghosts who had finally returned. “Do you have my candy?”

The flirtatious ghost stuck out his tongue. “No, I’ve finished eating. Do you want me to spit out some dark energy?”

The female ghost in the red wedding dress exclaimed and shook her head in disdain.

The cowardly ghost looked at the little malicious ghost running over and stroked her little head. He said, “I don’t have candy for you this time, but I left one for you last time.” As he spoke, he took out a lollipop for the little malicious ghost. The little malicious ghost ran away happily with the candy.

The female ghost in the red wedding dress asked eagerly, “What about mine?”

The cowardly ghost smiled. “I don’t have any more, but the unlucky ghost does.”

The female ghost in the red wedding dress immediately ran over. “Brother unlucky ghost, do you have my candy?”

The unlucky ghost: “No, no!” He looked at the cowardly ghost warily. What the h.e.l.l was this! Using someone else’s candy as a favor! How shameless!

The cowardly ghost asked, “By the way, how’s the hypocritical ghost locked up inside doing?”

The female ghost in the red wedding dress shook her head. “He told me that he knew he was wrong, but I think he’s lying. He doesn’t think he was wrong at all.”

The flirtatious ghost curled its lips. “I’ll go take a look at the devil’s snares planted in my backyard. The Soul Retrieving Gourd won’t do. The devil’s snares are malnourished. I have to find something to water it.” The hypocritical ghost had so much murderous aura. It shouldn’t be a problem to water the devil’s snares with it, right?

The unlucky ghost also nodded. “Then I’ll go take a look at the bones buried at the back. It wasn’t easy for me to nurture them. I also need some baleful aura to irrigate them. Otherwise, I won’t have any cards to play mahjong next time.”

The ghosts walked towards the small black room. Their Mia was too young and too kind. As long as they did not poke at her hair, the evil ghosts she captured would not be destroyed on the spot. However, the flirtatious ghost and the others felt that they could not keep the hypocritical ghost. They were not afraid of real villains, but they were afraid of hypocrites. These words were not a joke.

William, Amelia, and Lucas slept for the entire afternoon. They only woke up hungry at dinner. After eating, they continued to sleep.

The next day, Mrs. Walton woke up early to prepare breakfast. Although there were servants at home, she was more willing to be busy herself. The weather was getting colder. When the Old Madam left the room, she felt a little cold and went back to put on a coat. She saw Mr. Walton take off his wool coat and put it on her.

Warmth reached her. Mrs. Walton pulled her coat closer around her and smiled. “You don’t feel cold?”

Mr. Walton rubbed his arms and said without thinking, “It’s exactly because I feel too cold, so I want to change into a down jacket.” With that, he went back to get a down jacket and put it on tightly. The zipper was pulled up to the collar of his neck. Then, he nodded in satisfaction. “Yes, it’s not cold anymore.”

Mrs. Walton’s smile froze on her face. Sure! So he had to change into a warmer coat to give her the wool coat, right?

Bang! Mrs. Walton hit Mr. Walton on the head with her bare hands and left angrily.

Mr. Walton stood rooted to the ground and touched his head. What was wrong with him now? He had kindly given her his coat. Wasn’t that considerate enough? Why was he still being beaten?

Mr. Walton muttered as he moved his arms refreshedly and went out to exercise.

When George got up, he saw Mrs. Walton making breakfast angrily. He glanced at Mr. Walton, who had returned from his exercise and was watching the news.

“Did you make my mother angry again?” George asked out of habit.

The frame of Mr. Walton’s gla.s.ses hung on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the dining room from under the gla.s.ses. “I feel that your mother’s menopause has been prolonged. She hits people for no reason. It’s fine. Let her hit me. If she’s in a bad mood, she has to vent.”

George looked straight ahead and said calmly, “Yes.”

Mr. Walton looked at the news and suddenly frowned. “No, I just want to ask, did I do anything wrong? Why does your mother always throw a tantrum at me for no reason?”

George thought to himself, You didn’t do anything wrong, but didn’t you think about what you said wrong? However, he didn’t say that. Instead, he said calmly, “You think I understand?”

Mr. Walton: ” That’s true. You’ve been single for forty years. I can’t blame you.”