On the way home, Chen Zhao's words kept echoing in his head.
Even if he had lost an arm, would he still be a threat to him?
Chen Zhao had been a bit arrogant, thinking that the next time they met would be Black Dragon's death.
Now, it seemed that he was too naive.
The next time they fought, it wouldn't be so easy.
He really did not have the means to completely restrain the Black Dragon, even if it had lost one of its claws.
Suddenly, a figure passed before Chen Zhao's car.
Sssss —
Chen Zhao quickly stepped on the brakes, but the person in front still fell to the ground.
He didn't touch it. Could it be a scam?
Chen Zhao got out of the car and went forward to check.
"Ms. Shara?" Chen Zhao did not expect Shara to be the one trying to blackmail him.
Of course, Xia La wasn't trying to cheat. She was just frightened.
Chen Zhao pulled Shara up. "Ms. Shara, are you okay?"
Sharla's expression didn't look too good, but Chen Zhao wouldn't agree that it was because she was scared by his car.
"I … I'm fine."
"Do I need to take you to the hospital?" At the same time, he checked on Sharla. She didn't seem to have any physical injuries, but her mental state was rather poor.
"No, thank you. I'm fine." Xia La shook her head. "Then, can I trouble you to send me home?"
No matter what, Sherra had helped a lot when little Larissa was born.
Chen Zhao was still very grateful to the people who stayed to help.
It wasn't just Faur. She was family.
He was very grateful for Shara, Daly Moore, and Navotz Singer's help.
"Miss Shara, if you encounter any trouble, you can tell me. Maybe I can help."
"No, I'm fine." Sherra's smile was a little forced.
"This is my phone number. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."
"Okay, thank you."
It seemed like Chen Zhao was plotting something against Xia La, but Xia La didn't think too much about it.
After all, she knew how pretty Fali was. She wouldn't have any bad thoughts about her.
Xia La's house was not small. It was a detached villa in a high-class neighborhood.
"Miss Xia La, is this your home?"
"Yes, Mr. Chen. Would you like to come in for some water?"
"No, I have to hurry home." Chen Zhao felt like he'd been staying at home for the past year.
To be precise, he had become an otaku ever since he had little Gerlyn, and he became even more otaku after he had little Larissa.
As soon as he was done with his work, he wanted to go home and hug his daughter.
Shayla stood in front of her door and did not enter.
Her hands were trembling and her eyes were unfocused.
She had an instinctive fear and resistance towards this family.
Suddenly, the phone rang, pulling Sherra back to reality.
"Hey, are you Miss Sherra?"
"Yes, I am. Who are you?"
"You called me this morning, did you forget?"
"Are you Mr. Punkat?"
"Yes, when can we meet?"
"The sooner the better," Shayla said impatiently.
"Okay, where shall we meet?"
"If it's convenient for you, come to my house."
Half an hour later, a car stopped in front of Sherra's house.
Sherra stood at the door, watching the people alighting from the car.
"Are you Mr. Punkat?"
"Yes, are you Miss Sherra?"
"Yes, let's get straight to the point." Sherra nodded.
Punkat nodded and followed Sherra into the house.
"I bought this house a month ago," Sherra said. Xia La said, "But ever since I moved in, I feel that something is wrong. I often have hallucinations, and I can't sleep well at night. My mental state is getting worse and worse, and I even have hallucinations. Just today, I almost ran onto the road because of my hallucinations and was hit by a speeding car."
"Have you seen a psychiatrist?" Punkat asked, frowning.
As an experienced spiritualist, Punkat had handled many supernatural cases.
Many of them were actually due to the clients' mental problems.
"I've already. The psychiatrist said that I'm under too much pressure from work and suggested that I take a few days off. I accepted her suggestion, but in the few days I've been resting at home, my mental state has gotten worse and worse, especially in this house … I keep feeling … feeling a bit …" As Sherra spoke, she subconsciously looked around. "I keep feeling like something is watching me."
The more Sherra spoke, the more frightened she became. Punkat nodded and stood up.
But for the time being, he didn't find anything special about the house.
Of course, this didn't mean that there was nothing wrong with the house.
"Can I walk around the house?"
"Of course, no problem. I hope you can help me solve the problem."
"I'll try my best." Punkat nodded and got up to walk around the house.
Xia La, on the other hand, was following Punkat.
"Did you investigate the background of this house before you bought it?"
"The house agent sold me the house. I didn't see the seller. The seller left the house in the hands of the agent," Sherra said.
Punkat walked around every room in the house and didn't find anything wrong.
"Miss Sherra, I didn't find anything unclean in this house."
"Punkat, I'm not lying. Please believe me."
"I'm not saying that you're lying. There are many reasons for supernatural incidents. It might not be the house itself," Punkat said. "Wait a minute, let me get a tool."
Punkat took out a palm-sized compass from his bag.
The moment Punkat pointed the compass at Sherra, the needle of the compass immediately jumped and became very unstable.
Punkat raised his eyebrows. Sherra had indeed encountered a supernatural incident.
And from the reaction of the compass needle, the supernatural incident that Sherra had encountered was of a high level.
"Miss Sherra, have you encountered similar incidents in your past life?" Punkat asked.
Some people were spiritualists, so it was normal for them to encounter such incidents. Others had a Spiritual Physique, so it was easy for them to provoke such things.
"No." Sherra shook her head.
However, Punkat checked the house. There should be no problem with the house, and the compass was reacting to Sherra, which meant that Sherra had encountered a problem.
"Then, did you get anything strange? Like ancient coins, paintings, mirrors, or something like that? "
"After I moved, I bought a lot of things. I'm not sure if there's anything you're talking about," Sherra said.
"Looks like I'll have to check it again." Punkat took the compass and walked around the house again.
Suddenly, when the compass in Punkat's hand was aimed at Sherra's dresser, the needle jumped again.
Was there a problem with the dresser?
Punkat turned to look at Sherra. "Where did you get this dresser?"
"I bought it from the supermarket. It's brand new. Is there a problem?"
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