My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Nash pretended not to know what she was talking about. The village where they were was not far from Gladwell, and the moment the ghost appeared, Nash had sensed it. A sweep of his psychic energy revealed to him that his wife was in danger, prompting him to rush to

the scene immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Hera clutched Nash's arm and said, "Come with me. I'm scared."

"You're scared now, huh?" Nash could not help but chuckle. He then glanced at Yellow Crane, who was hurrying over. "And you. You should prepare better considering her insufficient cultivation."

"Boss, this was an accident. I promise it won't happen again," Yellow Crane replied guiltily. He knew that if anything happened to Hera, he would never be able to face Nash.

"It's not entirely your fault," Nash reassured him. "True disciples learn essential skills to deal with such spirits. Hera went out without proper training, making her that much weaker.

"You might have taken human form, but you aren't truly human and thus lack the vital energy needed to suppress such evil spirits."

After offering some words of consolation, Nash then led Hera toward the trapped ghost. Inside the sword formation, the ghost's crimson eyes were fixed hatefully on Nash, as if her gaze alone could tear him to pieces.

Nash shoved his hands in his pocket and ignored her hateful stare. He was able to suppress an entity of such level when he was just 16.

to earth, you are no longer of the living. Why not reincarnate instead

often malevolent spirits. They were typically those who suffered greatly in life and committed suicide while being filled with immense resentment. They then became vengeful spirits that

venomously to Hera as she shrieked. "You're meddling in affairs that

to me. Did you scare the child until he lost

child, Yellow Crane had already discussed the situation

the child had lost his soul from shock, rendering him mute and in a constant daze a state far from

mean to do it. I

him like that... The ghost's voice trembled with quilt and unease. The red in her eyes receded, and the dark mist around her body dissipated

and linger in the human realm?" Hera asked, feeling a touch of sympathy. Her earlier guess was right. The

I

parents, and he tried to sell my child

wouldn't be

him or protect my child.." The ghost's dark eyes flared

this man?" Hera pressed on, her suspicions already forming. The ghost was likely referring to the child's father who was also her own husband. It would explain why the ghost

man's name, Hera was shocked. Noticing her