While enjoying the massage, I opened the dark web and started browsing.
Sure enough, Jack had posted another request for help.
The reward was $15,000, and it was quickly accepted.
I recognized the ID of the person who took the job. That person’s skills were mediocre, relying mostly on luck when cleaning haunted houses.
The last time they encountered a real ghost, they came begging to me for help, scared out of their wits. In the end, they had to pay me a few thousand to exorcise the ghost.
Knowing it was them, I closed my phone with satisfaction.
In less than three days, the old lady would be begging at my doorstep.
I needed to think carefully about how much to charge this time.
Would it be enough to keep this young hunk as my sugar baby?
The old lady was even weaker than I had anticipated.
Early the next morning, she showed up at my door.
She looked much less spirited, her speech trembling. Gone was the arrogant demeanor from the train.
She immediately knelt at my feet: “Master, I was blind to your greatness yesterday. Please forgive my ignorance and save my son!”
I felt nothing inside. This old lady could certainly bend when she needed to.
Tis your son now unable to leave that room? And is he awake for less time each day?”
The old lady nodded repeatedly.
Does he feel excruciating pain every night at midnight, unable to move as if paralyzed?”
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“Does he feel excruciating pain every night at midnight, unable to move as if paralyzed?”
Hope flashed in the old lady’s eyes as she clutched my knees. “Master, everything you say is correct.”
It wasn’t that I had some supernatural foresight. The story of the exorcist getting scared witless the night before had spread throughout our circle.
To save face, he had started exaggerating how vicious the ghost was.
He claimed that surviving was a testament to his great skills, and that anyone else would have never made it out alive.
Others didn’t know if it was true, but no one dared to go there now.
After all, risking your life for $10,000 wasn’t worth it.
7
“Soon, he won’t suffer anymore.”
Just as the old lady was getting excited, I poured cold water on her hopes: “Because he’ll never wake up again.”
The old lady looked more distressed hearing her son was in mortal danger than if she had seen a ghost herself.
She crawled forward on her knees, grabbing my hand and refusing to let go. “Please, you must save my son!”
I leaned back in my chair, crossed my legs, and remained unmoved.
The old lady was about to kowtow to me, but I quickly dodged: “No, no, no, I can’t accept that.”
“Didn’t you say yesterday that as long as you were there, you’d never let me enter your house? How dare I go now?”
The old lady was ruthless. She started slapping herself hard: “It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault. As long as you’re willing to save my son, I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, anything… How about an even $50,000… is that okay?”
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Hearing the figure of $50,000, the old lady stopped slapping herself, and her gaze towards me changed.
She held back, barely managing not to curse at me outright.
“Isn’t $50,000 a bit much? Look…”
“$100,000.”
Perhaps my price increase was too sudden. The old lady gasped and quickly pressed down the finger I had raised: “$50,000, just $50,000.”
I raised an eyebrow slightly. I had expected more back–and–forth.
I didn’t think she would agree so easily.
it seemed they were much wealthier than I had imagined.
For the money. I went back with the old lady.
Jack was lying on the bed, unconscious.
The entire room was filled with black, resentful energy.
A female ghost was pressing down on Jack’s body.
12:04 PM
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Seeing that I could see her, she tilted her head and smiled at me.
It was more of a stare–off, as her eye sockets were empty. Blood slowly flowed from her eyes, corroding her pale face.
She rotated her head 360 degrees, trying to scare me and make me back off.
I knew the female ghost wasn’t inherently evil, as even the previous exorcist had managed to escape unharmed, and the old lady was still in good spirits.
She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
But what could have happened to make her look like this, with such great resentment?
Seeing that I wasn’t afraid, she gripped Jack’s neck harder, as a warning to me.
I smiled reassuringly at her and said in a voice only we could hear:
“Go ahead and press down. Are you tired? Do you want me to help?”
I could see the resentful energy around the female ghost recede slightly, and even without eyes, her face showed a hint of confusion.
Sigh!
Where is the trust between humans and ghosts?
I was being completely sincere.
