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.

earth to earth, you are no longer of the

typically those who suffered greatly in life and committed suicide

to Hera as she shrieked. "You're meddling in affairs that aren't yours. There are so many bad people out there. Why are

"Because your victims came to me. Did you scare the child

seen the frightened child, Yellow Crane had already discussed the situation with her

his soul from shock, rendering him mute and in a constant daze a state far from

mean to do it.

like that... The ghost's voice trembled with quilt and unease. The red in

realm?" Hera asked, feeling a touch of sympathy. Her earlier guess was right. The child was the

I want to

He's the reason for the death of my parents, and

spirit, I wouldn't be

eyes flared red again as each word dripped

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.

name, Hera was shocked. Noticing her reaction, Nash