Gabalawi was waiting on the other side of the road from the entrance of the graveyard.

  He had promised Divinity not to intervene under any circumstances. She coldly told him, “If I can’t take revenge on them with my hands, then I don’t deserve to live.”

  Gabalawi didn’t share her opinion, but after all he was important in her journey to make sure she was safe if they came face to face with cultivators on the way.

  They didn’t know if cultivators could sense their yin energy somehow and find them out even through their disguise.

  He heard the first two hits she landed on the gravedigger, and a few minutes later he saw the fire burning the shack, but he rightly thought that she was probably the one who lit it.

  After a while, he heard the barrage of hammer strikes she finished the gravedigger with.

  He kept his word and stayed where he was until he saw her come out and break out in tears.

  She was soaked in blood from top to bottom from the blood splatter after each hammer powerful strike she landed; she had terrifying strength for her body frame.

  A couple of tears dropped from his eyes despite himself, after all he knew he couldn’t take the horrifying memories away from her.

  He walked over and sat beside her and hugged her to his side; she soaked him with her tears and stained him with the gravedigger’s blood.

  They stayed that way for a while. Gabalawi knew it was dangerous to sit there, but he wouldn’t take that moment away from her.

  After he felt like she was about to stop crying, he took out her favorite snack from all the ones they tried on the road; caramel apple.

  She looked at it sadly, and took it, and took small bites, her tears eventually stopped while she was eating it.

  She was even looking happy at that moment. She finally soaked in the fact that she had killed one of her rapists.

  It was time to carry out the second part of her plan.

  Kill the one who neglected her, and had forgotten she even existed, and eventually raped her in his pathetic alcoholic misery.

  Her father was the primary criminal, and he was going to get what he deserved.

  She took out a yellow talisman from her pocket and showed it to Gabalawi.

  “What’s that?” Gabalawi asked quizzically.

  “This is a speed talisman I bought from the sect. Honestly, it’s the only thing I bought.” She looked embarrassed as she said that, since she saw how well-prepared Gabalawi got for their journey.

  She continued, “I bought a few of them. They will play an important part in the second half of my plan. I need to be faster than my humble cultivation progress would allow me to be, to put the fear of the goddess in him.”

  “How long will you take in that phase of the plan?”

  “However long it takes, I don’t care to go back to that sect if I don’t get my revenge. Please be patient with me. We will have to be in the village a lot for the next part of the plan, and that’s the most dangerous aspect of it.”

  Gabalawi solemnly said, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you to the end and see this through like I promised you.”

  She smiled sweetly, even though she still looked scary with all the blood, and said, “Thank you, I really appreciate you. I’ll return this favor one day for sure.”

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  “You never need to repay me for this, but if you ever want to tag along on an adventure of mine, you are welcome. There are things I saw at the end of the trials that I’ll tell you later.” Gabalawi assured her.

  “Okay, I think it’s about time for the next part of the plan. Let’s head into the village.” Divinity said as she got up and dusted her clothes, which were muddied with blood now, but she didn’t change. She wanted to be at her horrifying best for the next part.

  ***

  A little distance away from the duo, a middle-aged man paid his tab to the inn as he stumbled out, tripping over all the tables like he hadn’t been there hundreds of times already in the past year.

  The drunkards who were still there laughed at him as usual. After all, they used every chance they could get to laugh and have fun.

  The middle-aged man mumbled some words as he tried to open the door, but he didn’t hold the handle well and fell backwards.

  The drunkards got even more rowdy, laughing at him, but the innkeeper put him out of his misery as he helped him up and opened the door for him, then gently pushed him outside.

  The man walked back to his house, but before he could even make the first turn, he found a little girl who stood next to one of the houses.

  He thought nothing of it, but as he took a few more steps, he noticed her clothes were all bloody, and her face was a red canvas of blood.

  He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but as he took his hands off his eyes, he didn’t see the girl there anymore.

  He looked hard at the spot where she had stood, but nothing.

  He became a little scared regardless, as the girl reminded him of something he was trying to forget.

  He continued on his path, and as he made the turn where the girl stood before, she suddenly appeared in front of him again, and said, “BOOO!”

  The man screamed and fell on his back; she stood over him before he could gather himself and took some blood off her face with her hand and rubbed it on his face.

  He got but one glance at her face, and recognized her immediately, but she was gone as fast as she had appeared, from thin air and into thin air.

  Her ghost is coming back to haunt me. What do I do? What the fuck do I do? How do you even stop a ghost from doing whatever the fuck they please? The man thought but had no answers to his questions.

  Oh, Goddess, I know I have sinned, but I wasn’t in my right mind. I know I didn’t stop drinking to be in my right mind, or even drink lighter than before, but my sin made me even more miserable. I lost the last thing I had of my wife, my daughter, who I forgot even existed. There was nothing to live for anymore; there was no one at risk from my being drunk anymore.

  He was praying, wishing for any sign that the goddess was hearing his voice, but nothing. The night was dead silent except for the whistles of farm cockroaches.

  He felt like they were laughing at him, like they could hear his thoughts and were laughing at him. Laughing at the fact that he thought he deserved forgiveness.

  He was still sitting on the ground, looking around him maniacally.

  What do I do? Please tell me, I am begging you! He was about to go into another barrage of thoughts, excuses, pleas to the goddess to spare him, but he suddenly tasted something salty and metallic that entered his mouth.

  At that moment he realized his face was wet and touched his face with his hand and then looked at it and saw the blood.

  Oh, hell no! She was real? Or do ghosts run around with their fresh blood soaking them? I was waiting for a good sign, but this is a bad sign, a horrible sign. I must get home fast, as fast as I can.

  He got up off the ground and ran as fast as his legs could carry him; he tumbled many times on the way, but he kept getting up and ran like the hounds of the underworld were after him.

  By the time he reached his house, his clothes were a mess, covered in dirt all over, and had some cuts like he had been in a battle; his skin even got grazed by some stones he fell over on the way.

  All that didn’t matter because he was running for his life, only he didn’t know that he was running straight to his tormentor.

  He froze in place in front of his house; he was too close to her and hadn’t noticed her since he was looking behind him the entire time he was running.

  She stood there in front of the door, looking straight into his eyes.

  She raised a bloody hand in front of her, directed at him, and she printed her little palm on his door.

  As he glanced at the palm in fear, he suddenly noticed that she had disappeared from where she had been standing.

  He didn’t understand what the fuck was happening; his addled mind was terrified.

  He looked all around him, and he couldn’t find her, he decided he would be safer inside his house and ran towards the door and opened it and delved it.

  Inside the house, he ran from room to room searching for his daughter’s ghost but didn’t find her anywhere.

  He felt relieved thinking that maybe the ghost couldn’t get in, and he went to his bedroom and lay on the bed.