Not Again Mr Whitney novel Chapter 12

He stayed up all night.

At the break of dawn, Calvin suddenly opened his eyes and got up at once.

He was astonished that he was feeling strangely good even though he hadn’t slept all night. And every cell of his body was more alive than ever.

He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror and realized he was a few years younger.

“Can it really extend life expectancy and stop me from aging?”

“I should’ve left some for her.”

“But she wouldn’t believe me.”

After last night, he knew the Houstons wouldn’t leave him anything to eat for breakfast.

Calvin didn’t feel hungry at all. He was standing in front of the garage and the force in his body made him want to throw a fist. Abruptly, something crossed his mind.

“Malandra Fist!”

The Book of the Malandra?

Calvin calmed himself down and started reading the Book of the Malandra quietly.

The Malandra Fist came from the origin of the force.

There were nine moves but they were constantly changing.

Calvin mocked the moves and raised a fist. Bang! There was an air blast in front of his fist.

Calvin stopped and looked around. He didn’t expect this to be so loud.

He must find a quiet place for his exercises so that no one would know what he did.

He opened his fist and found out the Yin-Yang Compass was dim and the signs on it were quite blurry.

Back when he had just become the heir of the Malandra Master, he clearly remembered that there were both shining white and dark lights on the Yin-Yang Compass. How could it become...

Was his overusing the mysterious power the reason why the Yin-Yang Compass became the way it was.

This was possible.

Calvin tried to connect with the compass but he couldn’t get any responses.

So he had to figure it out himself.

Calvin checked the time and it was around 6 a.m. Rita must be sleeping at this time.

He was bored and started jogging around the garden.

Just as he was getting a runner’s high, he heard a scream.

It came from Mrs. Houston’s room.

Was the cursed bone of a child really that powerful?

Calvin didn’t give it a second thought and ran to her room. If something really happened, he didn’t want a person to die under his nose.

Calvin rushed into Mrs. Houston’s room and found her lying in the bed with her hands choking her own neck. She looked like she was suffering from great pain and torture.

Calvin came forward and called her name a few times. But Mrs. Houston was looking weird. Her face distorted from pain and then the pain shifted to rapture, which was quite horrifying under the dim light.

“What...what happened?”

Calvin knew he had to do something but he didn’t know where to start.

“Dummy,” The Book of the Malandra sounded like he had just woken up.

“You know what to do?” Calvin asked hastily.

“Of course I do. It was just a puny ghost. Nothing to be afraid of. You used your power before, right?”

Calvin nodded, “Yeah, but I thought I could only save lives. Can I also bust ghosts?”

The Book was irritated by his question, “If it weren’t for the loss of my power, I would slap you in the face. Your power can not only enable you to bust ghosts, you are also capable of destroying gods. Killing a ghost is nothing compared with that.”

Calvin was in a hurry and didn’t have time to listen to The Book bragging.

“What should I do?”

“Idiot. Why would the Master choose you? Remember, you owe me one.”

All of a sudden, a golden light struck and Calvin was confused about what it did.

But when he looked at Mrs. Houston, he was shocked.

There was a ghost of a bony child on her. The ghost was clinging to her body and its long tongue wrapped around her neck tighter and tighter.

“It’s really you, you little thing.”

Calvin knew what he should do and grabbed the toothpicks on the nightstand.

He didn’t have any tools and the toothpicks would do.

Several toothpicks were placed on her body.

The ghost started howling and Mrs. Houston was also screaming.

Seeing that the ghost was confined, he reached out to pull its tongue.