Purple Summers knew that Nathaniel Summers was training a ghost.
She had once been in Nathaniel's room, seemingly pinned to the bed by a ghost, unable to move.
She had also sought Nathaniel's help, asking him to use his so-called supernatural power to find Atra Blanc's whereabouts.
But back then, the ghost was without form or shadow, hiding in the deep darkness.
And now, it dared to brazenly slide from one person's body into another's in broad daylight!
This was simply astonishing!
When she was a soul, she couldn't touch any physical object, let alone enter a human body—a gust of wind could have dispersed her! Why was Nathaniel's ghost so different?
Purple Summers' question made Cherry laugh, as she ate her egg custard and chuckled "giggle, giggle, giggle."
Purple Summers felt a tingle on her scalp.
There was only a small bowl of egg custard, and after Cherry finished it, she picked up a milk custard bun and nibbled on it.
