Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

They chatted heartily as they quickly finished their supper.

By the time Lauren returned, she was so sleepy that she could barely open her eyes. Franklin had no choice but to carry her upstairs and place her on the bed.

"Franklin, do you really treat her as your younger sister?"

Quinn watched as Franklin placed Lauren on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and turned on the bedside lamp.

He really could not connect this older brother to the brother he knew when he was younger.

"When I was young, you ignored me when I kicked the blanket. You even snatched my blanket once. Now, you're showing so much concern for a younger sister that you've only known for less than a month."

Franklin waved his hand and motioned for him to talk outside.

He only spoke after he gently closed Lauren's room door.

"I'm not treating her like a sister, she is our sister to begin with. This is a fact that cannot be changed. Since you're targeting her every day, why don't you get to know her better?"

After he finished speaking, Franklin patted Quinn on the shoulder and entered his own room.

Quinn looked at the two closed doors in front of him and muttered as he returned to his own room. "This little brat must have drugged him."

When Lauren woke up the next morning, she had already forgotten how she had returned to her bed.

Perhaps she had spent a lot of energy on the ghost hunt yesterday. She woke up much later than usual today.

The soul storage device was placed on the cabinet by her bed. There were no longer any ghosts that were rebelling inside.

After the heavy supper last night, she was not hungry now. She chanted an incantation and opened the soul storage device. The dozen or so ghosts that had been brought in yesterday all floated out.

Of course, after staying in the soul storage device for an entire night, they no longer had the ability to move.

Lauren counted them. There were fourteen ghosts in total, both male and female.

She could sense that these ghosts were not "young". They had been wandering in the human world for at least five years and had long missed the best opportunity to reincarnate.

From Lauren's point of view, her room was now full of "ghosts".

"All of you line up and tell me about yourself one by one."

One of the male ghosts, who looked to be in his fifties, took a step forward and asked, "What do you want us to say? Who are you? Why did you capture us?"

It seemed that this male ghost was the leader of this group of ghosts, the other ghosts were all cowering behind this male ghost.

"My name is Lauren. I specialize in capturing ghosts who have done bad things! Each of you must be related to the hundreds of missing children cases that have happened in this city."

The ghosts began to look at one another in dismay.

"What does this have to do with you?" The leading ghost continued to confront Lauren, but his aura was clearly much weaker.

This made Lauren a little unhappy.

These ghosts had clearly done the wrong thing, yet they appeared so justified.

"I don't want to waste time talking to you. Just tell me, where are the children that you took away?"

The group of ghosts remained huddled together and did not speak.

"If you don't speak, I will lock you into the soul storage device and you will never be able to come out again!"

A little boy who was huddled in the corner suddenly spoke.

"No! If you lock me in there, I will never be able to see my mother again!"

Humans yearned for freedom, so did ghosts. If they were only trapped in a small box, it would be too miserable for them.

"I know that you didn't do these things willingly. As long as you cooperate with me to complete this mission, I can try my best to eliminate the sins attributed to you, so that you can have the chance to be reincarnated."

"Really? We can really be reincarnated?"

Many ghosts began to react when they heard this condition.

"Of course. I will definitely help you achieve it, if you make up for what you've done. You all know that, right?"

Thus, the group of ghosts formed a circle and whispered among themselves. Two minutes later, the middle-aged lead ghost spoke on behalf of them.

His name was George, he did not have a surname. He had been an orphan since he was young, so he had grown up by himself.

When he was 53, he died in a car accident. No one claimed his body, so he became a wild ghost with nowhere to go.

"When I was born, I had no place to go. So, I naturally had no place to go after I died, I could only wander alone. Fortunately, I met this group of ghosts who had the same experience as me."

"As you can see, that area is where we gather. But there are too many ghosts, we don't have the ability to protect ourselves, and we are often bullied by other ghosts. So we have to do something to improve our cultivation, we don't want to hurt others, we just want to protect ourselves."