"Old Hei, are you sure you want to take away these bones as well?"
Chen Zhao looked at the hundreds of skeletons in the bone pit, and Chen Zhao was really speechless.
How about we move some of the highlights instead of everything
We'll keep whatever we don't need.
What is this skeleton doing in its new home
"I think it's still necessary to show my identity as the God of Death." Lao Hei has been hanging out with Chen Zhao for a long time, and he has also learned some wisecracks.
"Besides showing it to me, who else can you show it to? Didn't you always emphasize to me before that you are a seducer and have nothing to do with the God of Death?"
"After getting to know you, I found that being a god of death is more stylish."
"Okay, just keep one skeleton."
"I just learned the magic of necromancy. I can bring the bones here so that they can help me build a new home. By the way, you can help me find a designer and design my new home as well."
"Are you serious?" Chen Zhao was almost speechless.
"Yes, I'm serious. Why can you humans have beautiful houses, but I can't have them?"
When Chen Zhao came out of the basement, Bant came out.
But Bant didn't think too much, just thinking that Chen Zhao came here to find some missing things.
Lao Hei followed Chen Zhao. On weekdays, when Chen Zhao drove, Lao Hei would sit in the passenger seat if there was no one in the car.
"Hey, Chen, I have a very complicated client, will you take it?"
"What customer?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I don't know the specific illness, but I heard that two of your colleagues were frightened and entered a mental hospital."
"Is this client a murderer?"
"I wouldn't introduce him to you if he were a murderer."
"What's the price?"
"Two hundred thousand dollars."
"So high?" Chen Zhao asked in surprise.
"I'm afraid you're in danger." Ethan really meant what he said.
Although Chen Zhao had only known him for half a year, Ethan had helped Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao had spared no effort to help Ethan.
So even if the two people often hurt each other, when they really need each other, they will do their best to help each other.
Ethan didn't want anything to happen to Chen Zhao. Every time a customer had no problem, he basically made the decision for Chen Zhao first.
Whenever a customer has a problem, Ethan will greet Chen Zhao in advance and ask what Chen Zhao means.
"Of course I have to accept it. Only a fool would refuse such a big client."
"I don't want the next time I see you to be in a mental hospital."
"You're insane, that's why you went to a mental hospital."
…
This is an old red brick house with a relatively old style and a wall outside.
The plants inside are very dense, and it looks like an ancient house deep in a dense forest.
"Chen Zhao, the aura of death here is so heavy." Lao Hei floated above Chen Zhao's head.
"Is there an evil spirit?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I didn't feel it." Lao Hei shook his head: "Maybe it's something else."
If it is an evil spirit, Chen Zhao is not afraid.
Lao Hei was the one who could overthrow the entire ghost ship by himself. To him, no evil spirit was scary.
Lao Hei once said that ordinary souls are like little sheep to him, and evil spirits are just goats with horns to him. They are both sheep.
A sheep stands in front of a tiger. The only difference between a sheep with horns and a sheep without horns is that the horns may be able to absorb some marrow.
Chen Zhao rang the doorbell at the iron gate. The door of the old house opened. A wizened figure stood in the shadow of the door and waved to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao pushed open the iron door and went in. What he saw was a tightly wrapped man with a hand on his back.
Although it's more than January now, the daytime temperature in Los Angeles is really not cold.
The highest temperature can reach more than 20 degrees, which will make people feel hot.
Chen Zhao wore a short-sleeved shirt and a casual jacket, and had to take off his jacket at noon.
Because the light in the house was very dark, all the curtains were closed and the lights were not turned on, so Chen Zhao couldn't even see the customer's face clearly.
"Excuse me, are you a patient?"
"yes."
"What's your name?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Navich."
"Can you tell me about your illness?"
"Have you heard anything about me before you came here?"
"You said two doctors were frightened and sent to a mental hospital?"
"I don't want you to be the third one. Do you know how troublesome it is for me to call the mental hospital's car?"
"I have also seen the world. I have seen all kinds of patients." Chen Zhao said.
"This is what you said?"
"That's what I said." Chen Zhao nodded and replied.
The man in front of him turned on the light, and Chen Zhao discovered that this man was not old, 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 bluntly.
"Be mentally prepared." The man looked at Chen Zhao and said in a serious tone: "Are you ready?"
"What are you taking off your clothes for?"
"Let you see my body."
"My sexual orientation is normal." Chen Zhao looked at the customer in front of him and his face became colder and colder: "Okay, I just want to liven up the atmosphere."
The client begins to take off his clothes, layer by layer.
The moment the customer took off the last piece of clothing, a sudden piercing scream came.
On the client's chest and abdomen, there were three ferocious faces, making harsh and sharp screams.
Chen Zhao felt like his head was going to explode, and he couldn't block the sound even if he covered his ears.
"Let me sleep!" Chen Zhao shouted, all he wanted in his mind was to shut up these three faces.
In an instant, the three faces closed their mouths and eyes and fell asleep.
Chen Zhao touched his ear and it was bleeding!
Chen Zhao felt that if he allowed these three things to scream any longer, his brain might explode.
Fortunately, he resorted to the banshee charm in desperation, otherwise he would really have been sent to a mental hospital.
The customer looked at Chen Zhao with surprise on his face: "Did you subdue them? Did you subdue them?"
"What on earth is this? Do you have some kind of genetic mutation?" Chen Zhao is still ringing in his ears. It's such a painful feeling.
"The devil knows what happened, but it was just a month ago, just a few days before Christmas, that I had these three faces on my body... Please help me get rid of these three things, it's too painful. "
"Wait a minute, let me be quiet. Don't talk now. I can't hear half of what you said clearly. My ears are all buzzing... Also, put on your clothes first, please. "
Chen Zhao calmed down for half an hour before he recovered.
"My name is Movich Tutas."
"My name is Chen Zhao, you can call me Chen. Now let's talk about your problem."
Movich Tutas told the whole story again, but what he said was also clueless, without any clues.
He himself didn't know where these three monsters came from, and before Chen Zhao came, he had already scared two people into the mental hospital, and Chen Zhao almost became the third one.
At this time, Chen Zhao's cell phone rang. It was a call from Ethan: "Chen, are you okay? Have you seen the patient?"
Ethan still cared about Chen Zhao and called specifically to confirm Chen Zhao's safety.
"I'm fine. I've seen the patient. His condition is somewhat responsible. Let's leave it at that."
"Great, two hundred thousand dollars, I can charge a commission of forty thousand dollars."
"Aren't you here to care about me? You are here to care about your commission. Let's break up our relationship..."
(End of chapter)