Chapter 725
725 The Underworld Guards Are Here Swinford?
Wynter seemed to have realized something. Her eyes deepened. “The Swinford that is close to Hawford?”
The old man nodded.
Without hesitation, Wynter took out her phone and booked the earliest train to Swinford, securing three seats. Luckily, it wasn’t peak season, so there was no need to fight for tickets.
However, just as she was about to take Cody Into the station, two figures suddenly appeared.
They were dressed in suits, one in black and the other in white, both wearing skull face masks.
The man in the black suit held an iron chain, while the one in white looked at his tablet. “There’s something unusual here. Why are there so many spirits?”
As they approached, they intended to avoid the living and work as usual, so they didn’t pay much attention to Wynter and Dalton, It wasn’t until the man in the black suit noticed Cody. “He’s a heroic spirit who shouldn’t be here. His merits have faded. He’s showing signs of resentment… Wait, there are other smells on him.”
“Let’s take him back first. He’s surrounded by too many spirits. It’s not easy to deal with,” the man in the white suit said.
He then turned to the other spirits. “You should hit the road. Come back before the end of the holiday. Don’t make Grim and I go after you.”
The old man immediately picked up his package. “I’ll leave now, sir.”
The spirits quickly entered the station. Before leaving, some kind-hearted spirits glanced at Wynter’s group, advising them not to resist.
The man in the black suit, Grim, didn’t think much of it and was about to swing the soul-locking chain.
“Wait, I feel a malevolent spirit here.” The man in the white suit, Vesper, sniffed before shifting his gaze to Wynter, wondering if that smell had come from her.
Yet, he quickly brushed off that thought. If any malevolent spirits wanted to harm her, they, as underworld guards, would have sensed it.
Wynter stood there with clear eyes, looking calm and composed, as if she could see them.
Vesper chuckled self-mockingly. “I must have been overworked lately. I’m having illusions. Grim, go ahead. There’s no problem here.”
But in the next moment, Dalton, who had been silent, suddenly spoke calmly.
“According to the underworld handbook, heroic spirits are different from other spirits. It’s paramount to let them return to their homeland. Am I right, gentlemen?”
925 The Underworld Guards Are Here When Dalton raised his gaze, both Grim and Vesper were somewhat petrified.
What was going on? A human seemed to know the rules and regulations in the underworld handbook better than they did.
And most importantly, he could see them! What about Wynter?
Vesper suddenly turned around, realizing that she was indeed looking at him. Nwas not his imagination.
Grim calmed himself down before asking, “Which sect do you two belong to? Mt. Dragon? Mt. Thorpes?
Or are you two a medium’s apprentices?”
He asked that because ordinary people who witnessed their om appearance would usually bow and show their respect.
But these two individuals treated them like ordinary workers, as though they were no different from the spirits around them.
This made Grim feel like his authority was challenged. “We’re doing gun jobs as underworld guards. Don’t disturb us, humans. You better hand him over to us.”