Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Chapter 797: It’s Master’s Voice!

Chapter 797: It’s Master’s Voice!

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“The dark vein is not a human, but a dead thing. Could it be that it wants Yinn’s brain? The brain of the descendant of the Witch God, does the dark vein want to have intelligence?” The flirtatious ghost guessed.

The unlucky ghost was baffled. “Of all brains, it wants Yinn’s? A dog wouldn’t even want that woman’s brain.”

The ghosts:   That’s true.

The cowardly ghost glanced at Ling. If that was really the case, then it was really hard to say. Assuming that this hypothesis was true, Ling had been buried in the barren mountain for so long, and the dark vein had nourished her for so long, then it should have wanted Ling’s intelligence. In ancient times, the Witch God controlled the mineral veins, including the dark vein. Therefore, it made sense for the dark vein to want the intelligence of the descendant of the Witch God. However, there should be conditions, such as the descendant of the Witch God wanting resources to be sacrificed.

“We’ll know when we find it,” the muddled ghost said.

The crybaby ghost asked, “But where can we find it?”

The ghosts subconsciously looked at Amelia.

Amelia: “Huh?” Looking for a dark vein? It was very easy! Under the expectant gazes of the ghosts, she stretched out a finger and said, “Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe! Alright, over here!” She pointed in a random direction.

The ghosts:

At this moment, a low roar came from the direction Amelia was pointing. It quickly turned into a muffled groan.

Amelia’s heart tightened. “It’s Master!”

The cowardly ghost picked Amelia up and said, “Let’s go.” He quickly walked in the direction Amelia had indicated. The ghosts immediately followed without asking anything else.

Amelia looked at her eldest aunt and wanted to get down, but the cowardly ghost hugged her tightly and refused to let her move. She could only lie on the cowardly ghost’s shoulder and say, “Eldest Aunt, follow closely.”

Ling limped and stared at Amelia. Wherever Amelia went, she followed. The terrain was getting lower, and the lower they went, the deeper they seemed to go into the ground.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” The muddled ghost asked, “It seems to be going lower and lower.”

The crybaby ghost looked left and right. “Since you’re looking for a dark vein, you should be going down. That’s right.”

The muddled ghost: “Oh.” That’s right.

After walking for an unknown period of time, the ground below became colder and colder. Even the cowardly ghost and the others, who could not feel the temperature, felt cold.

“Are you cold?” The cowardly ghost hugged Amelia tightly. Thinking that he had no temperature, he might as well let Ling carry her. He was reluctant to part with Amelia and wanted to hand her over to Ling. Although Ling was a living dead, she still had a 15-degree body temperature.

Ling reached out.

Amelia saw that Ling was covered in injuries and shook her head. “Eldest Aunt, Brother Cowardly Ghost, I’m not cold.”

The cowardly ghost looked at her suspiciously. “Really?” He couldn’t forget that when they came out of the Soul Retrieving Gourd just now, they saw the trembling Mia and her crying when she saw them. Thinking about it now, his heart ached, but Mia really didn’t seem to be cold now because she wasn’t trembling. Her small face was also rosy, and her wound had healed. He glanced at her small arm.

“We’re here,” the flirtatious ghost suddenly said.

The muddled ghost was about to ask how they knew that they had arrived when he turned around and shut his mouth in shock. There was actually a “dragon” in front of them, but they could only see the dragon’s tail.

The unlucky ghost’s eyes widened. “Is it really a dragon?”

The cowardly ghost shook his head. “No, this should be the Dark Vein.” However  this Dark Vein had become a spirit? It had transformed into the shape of a dragon? No wonder this barren mountain was so strange.

The black dragon’s scales were not very clear. It was like a living creature, moving from time to time.

“This is a dragon’s tail. Let’s continue forward,” the cowardly ghost said in a low voice.

The muddled ghost asked, “Why don’t we cut off its tail first?”

The crybaby ghost shook her head. “Although I don’t quite understand, will it suddenly riot or run away after cutting off its tail?”

The muddled ghost: “Then how are you sure that it doesn’t know that we’re here?”

The flirtatious ghost sneered. “Think about Yinn’s brain.”

The ghosts immediately shut up.

It was easy to find the Dark Vein. The group of people followed the direction of the Dark Vein and walked forward quietly.

The underground space was very large. Because of the Dark Vein, it made people feel that the air was very fresh. The Dark Vein was a type of spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Amelia took a deep breath and felt comfortable all over.

On the other side, the source of the Dark Vein had already taken shape. A dragon head was lifelike, but the dragon’s entire body was dark and wrapped in murderous aura. There was a white-robed man in its mouth. It was Elmer.