Amelia's eyes widened. "It's the aunt?"
Elmer Stevens nodded.
Amelia was even more confused. This Aunt Emily was not their junior. They were not related. Helena thought of the money that had fallen out of Emily's bag and said, "It might be for the money."
They had to ask Emily herself about this.
Amelia raised her hand and broke the memorial tablets, completely destroying this sinister consecrator.
The corridor was filled with ghosts of men, women, and children. They all looked at Amelia in silence. They watched as she burned four faces and destroyed four memorial tablets. Someone's tears were muddy. "Die… Die…" Strong hatred burst out of their eyes.
Amelia waved at them. "Let's go. Have a safe trip!"
The ghosts left one after another. Perhaps they had finally seen their revenge, or perhaps they had finally resolved their worries and no longer had the reason to stay here.
