The person from the agency came. He was a smart and capable middle-aged man in a suit and tie.
He looked at Chen Zhao with a strange expression. Clearly, he felt that no one would accept this house, especially after knowing that six children had died here.
Chen Zhao entered the house. The layout was similar to the ones he'd seen before.
At least, Chen Zhao didn't see anything unclean.
And the most unclean thing had always been by his side.
"Blackie, is there anything good about this house?"
"Look at the basement. It's connected to a spatial crevice."
"What spatial crevice?" Chen Zhao asked, confused.
"Didn't I say it before? We Soulbringers don't live in the human world or Hell, but in the crevice between the two. But every Soulbringer has a personal spatial crevice. We're demons who live alone and don't communicate with each other. After some Soulbringers die, the spatial crevice is abandoned. But some, due to special reasons, accidentally connect to the human world. It's like the owner left but forgot to close the door. The souls left behind by the Soulbringers also start to enter and exit the spatial crevice, but they can't leave. That's why the aura of death lingers here."
"Is there a way to get rid of it?"
"Yes. After one or two hundred years, all the souls will disappear."
"Even so, I still need to wait for one or two hundred years. Is there any other way?"
"How about I move here? I'll abandon the original crevice and occupy this place. That'll be fine."
Chen Zhao thought about it. If he let this crevice continue to be abandoned, there might be more problems. If Blackie occupied it, at least he would have a way to manage it. Chen Zhao would be more assured.
Or he could give up on this place and the cheap rent.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think?"
"If it's cheaper, I don't mind renting this place."
"What price do you think is suitable, Mr. Chen?"
"Four hundred dollars."
"If you're willing to pay six hundred a month, this place is yours."
"Deal."
"Mr. Chen, do you live alone?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Excuse me, are you interested in renting?"
"Pfft … Apart from me, who else would want to live in this house?"
"No one can guarantee that, but if you need it, you can put it up in our company. If there are suitable clients, we will recommend them to you."
"Alright, but I only want beautiful women. Forget about male tenants."
Anyway, the rent was already cheap enough. Chen Zhao didn't expect to find another person to share the house with.
If it was a beautiful woman, he could reluctantly accept it.
But if it was a man, Chen Zhao would have to be crazy to accept a male roommate.
After the contract was signed, the house was officially rented.
"Chen, are you really going to stay here?"
"The contract has already been signed. How can it be fake?"
"Alright, you make your own decision. Can we go for a seafood feast now? I know a restaurant that serves delicious seafood. I recommend you to go there. "
"Sure, but don't you think you should accompany me to find a renovation company?"
"Bastard, do you take me for a coolie?"
"Don't forget, you earned twenty thousand dollars from me today."
"That's what I deserve!"
"Cut the crap and drive quickly. Take me to a renovation company."
After finding a renovation company, Chen Zhao paid the deposit and promised to finish the work in a week.
The house had been vacant for more than ten years. Many living facilities needed to be reinstalled, including water and electricity. There was also the internet and TV.
In the afternoon, Chen Zhao finally settled the matter.
He satisfied Ethan's request and went to the seafood restaurant that Ethan had strongly requested. It cost him three hundred dollars.
…
"Hey, John Senior, are you sick?" Zola saw her business partner and went up to greet him.
"Zola, it's you?" John Senior was surprised to see Zola in the hospital. "My son lives here."
"Oh, it's your child with that young wife of yours, right?"
"Yes, John Junior is only seven, but he's been here for almost two years." John Senior was a bit depressed.
"How's John Junior?"
This was a question he already knew the answer to. With John Senior's wealth, he wouldn't be hospitalized for two years for a normal disease, unless it was something that money couldn't solve.
"Sigh … I hope he'll get better, but I received a notice of critical illness yesterday. This is the third notice I've received in the past six months."
Just then, Faur walked over. She glanced at Zola, clearly recognizing her as the companion of the Asian man who'd barged into John Junior's ward this morning.
"Mr. John, I have good news for you. John Junior's condition is under control."
"Under control? What do you mean? You just sent me a notice of critical illness yesterday. Why are you suddenly telling me that John Junior's condition has improved? "
"Uh … I don't know the exact reason, but it's the truth. We checked John Junior's tumor and it's miraculously reduced by half. This means that John Junior has at least half a year. During this time, he doesn't need to stay here anymore, but I still hope that he can come for a checkup every month."
"Is what you said true?"
"Yes. Although it's strange that John Junior's brain tumor was pressing on his nerves, John Junior suddenly woke up at four o 'clock this morning, and the damage to his taste buds caused by chemotherapy has completely disappeared. This is simply a miracle."
"Thank you so much. This is all thanks to you. Thank you." John Senior was very emotional.
After all, he'd gotten his son at an old age. John Senior had invested too much into this child.
Zola left in deep thought. She didn't believe in miracles. She believed that everything had a cause and effect.
However, she was doubtful. Could that person really suppress cancer cells?
Moreover, the effects were so quick. Even the most mainstream treatment method, chemotherapy, was a relatively passive treatment method. The effects were slow, and it caused irreversible damage to the human body.
Could that person really suppress cancer cells? No, could he even cure it?
Then she thought about how her father, who'd almost been sentenced to death, was pulled back from the brink of death.
Zola started to believe that perhaps that person could really do all this.
Zola had to treat him seriously. It wasn't just for her father.
It was also for herself and her other family members.
"Father, I have something to tell you."
Zola returned to Rasfa's ward. Rasfa's appetite was very good today. His appetite was almost the sum of the past seven days. He even felt that he'd completely recovered.
"I just met John Senior. His son also lives here. He has a brain tumor and a notice of critical illness was sent out yesterday."
"His son? Felix or Danny? "
"Not those two. It's an even younger one. He's only seven this year."
"God bless that child."
"I don't know if God will bless John Junior, but he suddenly woke up today. The brain tumor that was pressing on his nerves actually shrunk by half."
"Miracle. What's going on?"
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