"Blackie, are you sure you want to take this pile of bones too?"
Looking at the hundreds of skeletons in the pit, Chen Zhao was really speechless.
Can't we move some essentials? Don't move everything.
We'll leave the things we don't need.
Why are these skeletons moving to a new home?
"I think I need to show my identity as the Grim Reaper." Blackie had been with Chen Zhao for a long time and learned to be witty.
"Who else can you show it to other than me? Didn't you always tell me that you're a Soulbringer and have nothing to do with the Grim Reaper?"
"After getting to know you, I realized that being the Grim Reaper is more stylish."
"Fine, you can keep one skeleton."
"I just learned necromancy. If I bring all the skeletons, I can have them build my new home. Oh, help me find a designer to design my new home too."
"Are you serious?" Chen Zhao was almost speechless.
"Yes, I'm serious. Why can you humans have beautiful houses but I can't?"
When Chen Zhao came out of the basement, Bant happened to come out.
Bant didn't think too much about it. He just thought that Chen Zhao was here to find something he'd missed.
Blackie followed beside Chen Zhao. Usually, when Chen Zhao was driving and there was no one in the car, Blackie would sit in the passenger seat.
"Hey, Chen, there's a complicated client. Do you want to take it?"
"What client?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that two of your colleagues were so scared that they were sent to a mental hospital."
"Could this client be a serial killer?"
"If he was, I wouldn't introduce him to you."
"What's the price?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars."
"That high?" Chen Zhao asked in surprise.
"I'm worried that you'll be in danger." Ethan really meant what he said.
Chen Zhao had only known him for half a year, but Ethan had helped Chen Zhao and Chen Zhao had helped Ethan without holding back.
Even though the two often hurt each other, they would do their best to help each other when they really needed each other.
Ethan didn't want anything to happen to Chen Zhao. Every time, if there was no problem with the client, he would basically make the decision for Chen Zhao first.
If there was a problem, Ethan would greet Chen Zhao and ask for his opinion.
"Of course. Only a fool would reject such a big client."
"I don't want to see you in a mental hospital next time."
"Are you crazy? You're the one going to the mental hospital."
…
This was an old red brick house. The style was relatively old, and the outside was separated by a wall.
The plants inside were very dense, and it looked like an old house in the depths of a dense forest.
"Chen Zhao, the aura of death here is so strong." Blackie floated above Chen Zhao's head.
"Evil spirits?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I don't feel anything." Blackie shook his head. "Maybe it's something else."
If it was an evil spirit, he wouldn't be afraid.
Blackie was someone who could single-handedly destroy the entire Specter Ship. To him, evil spirits were nothing.
Blackie had said that ordinary souls were like lambs to him, while evil spirits were like goats with horns. They were all lambs.
When a sheep stood in front of a tiger, the only difference between having horns and not having horns was that the horns might be able to absorb some marrow.
Chen Zhao pressed the doorbell at the iron gate. The door to the old house opened and a haggard figure stood in the shadows. He waved at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao pushed open the door and walked in. He saw a person wrapped tightly with a hunched back.
It was already January, but it wasn't cold in L.A. during the day.
The highest temperature was 20 degrees Celsius, which was enough to make people feel hot.
Chen Zhao only wore a short-sleeved shirt and a casual jacket. He even had to take off his jacket at noon.
Because the house was very dark, all the curtains were closed and the lights were off, so Chen Zhao couldn't see the client's face clearly.
"Excuse me, are you a patient?"
"Yes."
"What's your name?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Navitch."
"Can you tell me about your illness?"
"Did you hear anything about me before you came?"
"You said two doctors were so scared that they went to the mental hospital?"
"I don't want you to be the third. Do you know how troublesome it is for me to call a car from the hospital?"
"I've also seen the world," Chen Zhao said. "I've seen all kinds of patients."
"That's what you said?"
"That's what I said," Chen Zhao answered, nodding.
The person turned on the light. Chen Zhao realized that the person wasn't old. He was at most in his thirties.
And looking at his face, he didn't look like he was terminally ill.
"You don't look sick," Chen Zhao said directly.
"Prepare yourself." The person looked at Chen Zhao and said in a serious tone, "Are you ready?"
"Why are you taking off your clothes?"
"To show you my body."
"My sexual orientation is normal." Chen Zhao watched as the client's expression grew colder and colder. "Fine, I just want to liven things up."
The client started taking off his clothes, layer by layer, taking off his jacket.
When the client was down to the last piece of clothing, there was suddenly an ear-piercing scream.
There were three hideous faces on the client's chest and abdomen. They were making ear-piercing and sharp cries.
Chen Zhao felt like his head was going to explode. He covered his ears but couldn't block out the sound.
"Sleep!" Chen Zhao yelled. He just wanted the three faces to shut up.
Instantly, the three faces closed their mouths and eyes and fell asleep.
Chen Zhao touched his ear. It was bleeding!
Chen Zhao felt that if he let the three continue screaming, his head might really explode.
Fortunately, he used Banshee's Charm in a hurry. Otherwise, he would really be sent to a mental hospital.
The client looked at Chen Zhao in surprise. "You subdued them? You subdued them? "
"What exactly is this? Do you have some kind of genetic mutation? "Chen Zhao's ears were still ringing. It was too painful.
"Who knows what happened? It happened a month ago. Just a few days before Christmas, these three faces appeared on my body … Hurry up and help me get rid of these three things. It's too painful."
"Wait, let me calm down. Don't talk now. I can't hear half of what you're saying. My ears are ringing … Also, put on your clothes first. Please."
It took Chen Zhao half an hour to recover.
"I'm Movich Tutas."
"I'm Chen Zhao. You can call me Chen. Now, let's talk about your problem."
Movich Tutas told the whole story again, but he was clueless as well. There was not a single clue.
He didn't know how these three monsters came. Before Chen Zhao came, he'd already scared two people into a mental hospital. Chen Zhao was almost going to be the third.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang. It was Ethan. "Chen, are you okay? Did you see the patient? "
Ethan was still worried about Chen Zhao. He called to confirm Chen Zhao's safety.
"I'm fine. I saw the patient. He's a bit sick. That's it for now."
"Great, two hundred thousand dollars. I can take forty thousand in commission."
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