Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 452: The counted and uncounted.

Having been given a second chance, Cain nodded religiously as he prepared himself to deliver the horrific details he had left out of the story because he was afraid the shaman would not have taken on the case if she knew.

"Well obviously you are not the first person that I or we have sought help from. I already told you all this and told you that they all failed."

Rekha held a hand up and asked, "Who have you sought help from? Most of us do different things, we do not fall under the same categories. An exorcist is not a shaman, a priest is not a ghost catcher. A witch is not a priest. If we know who you invited, we can try to deduce what we are dealing with."

Cain counted off on his fingers the people that had been invited. "We have sought help from different experts including priests, exorcists, shamans, monks, witches and a diviner. Those that came here to tackle our problem lived for three days maximum after leaving." He paused to take a breath. "It killed them in their homes."

One thing was clear to the two guardians, nobody from the Moldove academy had been alerted to this case. It made sense though, the problem was still contained, and information had not reached them yet. If Cain had not come looking for Phoebe in Fog country, the doll would finish off his family and move on.

Rekha rubbed her chin, her eyes glistening with curiosity. "Do you know the specific cause of death?" She asked.

A cause of death could provide more answers than any information he provided. Every supernatural creature had its own way of killing.

"That is the strange part, they all died in the night and their bodies were found in the morning. Their eyes were wide open but other than that there were no signs of foul play. They simply went to bed and failed to wake up, medical examiners came to similar conclusions that they died naturally in their sleep.

I have followed up on all of these deaths even peeked at the postmortem reports but there was nothing that pointed to a unique cause of death. But we all know what killed them." Clifford faced the three women. "I....I do not want any more people to die." He added.

Cain closed the gap between them, shoving his brother's shoulder the moment he approached him. "Stop scaring them away! I traveled for miles, risking my freedom and life to beg for help and you keep trying to send them away. Is it because it is not your wife and kids whose lives are in danger? Have you forgotten that I am next and maybe even you after me? Do you wish for me to die?" His voice trembled, a mixture of anger and fear stirring through him.

In a state of disbelief, Clifford could not believe that his brother thought that of him, he had been there with him through his ordeal, risking his life but his brother had the nerve to confront him like that.

He took in heavy breath and stared at Cain. "I just want them to know what they are facing. After that diviner died, we agreed to be truthful about this to everyone brother." His voice was calm, it was obvious that he was the rational one of the two.

Clapping her hands continuously, Maureen called for their attention. "And how many people are talking about here." She asked.

"Eleven." Cain admitted.

"Eleven!!" Phoebe's voice sounded, mortified. That was a big number, whatever they were going to face was not playing around.

Suddenly she wondered if maybe the eleven deaths had something to do with the heavy police presence. A good detective was bound to connect the eleven dead people to Cain Ledger's home. They had all died three days after visiting him after all.

Clifford lifted his index finger. "Actually, they are thirteen when you include the two servants who tried to perform some kind of native exorcism." He corrected, only making things worse.

"Oh good Lord!" Maureen rolled her eyes. She was a little frustrated because the Ledgers were morons. Thirteen deaths and yet Cain still sought to hide the deaths from them.

If his brother had not blurted out the truth, maybe there would be seventeen victims before the day ended.

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"Alright, so you said that this thing can talk? How exactly?" Phoebe sat down and began to draw formidable talismans as the spirit instructed.

Cain sat in a single chair. "It does not open its mouth; the communication is telepathic but of late the words carve themselves into my skin which hurts a lot. It is as if I am being dissected from the inside with a sharp knife." He elaborated.

"Through dreams too, remember Cain you told me that." Clifford reminded him.

Cain nodded, "That is true, sometimes it sends me into nightmares and tortures me when I am sleeping."

Phoebe stood up and distributed the paper talismans. Upon attaching the talismans on each of their bodies, strange glowing ancient marking appeared on their bodies. It was a golden circle surrounded by eight smaller orbs.

On Rekha's body, the mark was on her hand. She recognized it as a seal that she had seen in a book, one that no ordinary shaman could draw. "Maureen did you teach Phoebe this?" Rekha was not just surprised, she was mortified.

This was the kind of knowledge taught to fourth year students at the academy. Was Phoebe's knowledge equal to that?

Maureen quickly closed her open mouth; she was in shock too but not so much for she knew that Phoebe had a supernatural helper. "I guess this means that we are taking on the case." She bounced on her feet.

She could not wait to see what kind of evil they were dealing with.

The brothers expelled pent up breath, relived. "T-thank you, you will not be forgotten." Cain wiped a rolling tear.

Rekha scoffed, Cain's words were equally funny and ridiculous. Did he mean they would be remembered if they were victorious or if they died? "Says the man that forgot to add his own servants to the list." Rekha went ahead to roll her eyes, pulling out her weapon, the hand fan.

Every guardian was given a hand fan, which was imbued with runes and crafted from bamboo. In addition to that, they had other weapons that they chose according to personal preference.

Phoebe waved her hand and released paper men, they flew of the windows with warding talismans to keep the evil doll inside and keep other humans outside.

"What the...." Rekha whispered.

Maureen shook her head and laughed. It looked like her Mayfair family had produced a child with the potential to be the strongest shaman in the world, or strongest guardian with the right training.

Phoebe stretched her hands over the floor, moving them around as she drew symbols to detect any kind of spiritual energy in the house.

"Aunt, I can feel some energy a little far from here, it is not entirely evil, but I can sense white hot fury and excruciating pain." She opened her eyes.