mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 387 This won't work, that won't work, what do you need?

Abraham Cohen was stunned: Here comes the job grabber.

Arthur Gompers said nothing.

But disbelief was written all over his face.

Zhao Chuanxin understood the two people's thoughts in seconds, and said: "I help exorcise the demon, and the reward is yours, but your child is sick and needs to be cured."

Arthur Gompers emphasized: "Marguerite is not sick, she is possessed by the devil!"

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "It's all the same, hurry up and lead the way."

To be honest, every time he encounters this kind of thing, he is full of expectations, but he is always disappointed.

Many people's "just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist" doesn't hold true here.

He has really seen many weird things, but none of them are really capable of fighting. The so-called supernatural is all fake supernatural.

Arthur Gompers looked up at Abraham Cohn, trying to get him to stop his mischief.

Exorcism, in his opinion, is a very solemn thing.

Abraham Cohen, however, had read the letter and knew the identity of Zhao Chuanxin, and he had even heard the legend about "Chen Yigeng" in New York City these days.

He can't afford to suffer on both sides.

He had no choice but to drag Zhao Chuanxin aside and lowered his voice to the lowest level: "Mr. Chen, to be honest, I am an exorcist who pretends to be a ghost. But I really need a job, not only for me, but also for my family Friends. If you can please the Gompers family, you can solve the livelihood of many people."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You are pretending to be a ghost, but I am a real talent."

"..." Abraham Cohen didn't believe in ghosts and gods. He coughed in embarrassment: "Mr. Chen, there are no devils in this world, and they are mediocre. So, please help me."

Seeing his sincere expression and sincere tone, Zhao Chuanxin took a step back and said, "Well, I'll go with you and help me after you finish the ritual."

Abraham Cohn went to whisper something to Arthur Gompers.

Arthur Gompers led the way reluctantly.

Fortunately, the night completely covered the land, and this group of people was very eye-catching at first, but the Smith brothers, Isaiah, and Marcus Nkrumah had their own "invisibility halo" at night, and there was no trouble along the way, and they arrived at Arthur. Gompers' home.

This is a beautiful and spacious house.

Arthur Gompers' father, Samuel Gompers, claimed to be a worker all his life. In fact, by this time, he was no longer a worker, but a middle-class bureaucrat.

Arthur Gompers earned only 3 yuan a week in the early days, running errands for his father.But with a weekly salary of 3 yuan, it is impossible to save such a luxurious house.

There was also a servant in Arthur Gompers's house. After opening the door, the servant looked worried: "Master, miss, she won't eat or drink, and she's yelling again."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin brought people in with a brain.

The servant was startled to see so many Negroes pouring into the house.

Arthur Gompers turned back: "You let your people go out first."

He didn't dare to speak disrespectfully, because Zhao Chuanxin really knew how to beat people, and his teeth were so hanging that he didn't knock them out.

The Smith brothers were overwhelmed by the luxury of the house, and instinctively wanted to quit when they heard the words, but Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "There are not so many stinky rules, follow me!"

Arthur Gompers blushed with anger and had a thick neck.

He felt that filling the house with Negroes would defile the residence.

Even bring bad luck.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed his shoulder: "Quick, quick, I get excited when I hear about exorcism."

"..."

Second floor, outside Marguerite Gompers' boudoir.

The corridors were dark, with lights flickering on and off.

Abraham Cohen heard a little girl's shrill and hoarse cry from inside the room: "You are all going to die!"

He couldn't help shivering.

Behind him, a group of men with big arms and round waists, their black faces turned pale with fright.

This sound is very strange, like metal friction, just listening to it makes one's hair stand on end.

Among these people, only Zhao Chuanxin showed great interest, but he was the only one who was an atheist.

The rest did not say unbelief, but their bodies were very honest.

Even Arthur Gompers, as a father, was full of fear while sad.

Big Smith said: "Well, gentlemen, I think we'll just wait outside. Like Mr. Gompers said, it's too presumptuous for us to come in..."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, he couldn't let these people leave.

He said: "No, there are many people, and the yang energy is strong, and the devil is also afraid."

Although Arthur Gompers was discriminatory, he also felt that there were more people and he felt safer at this time, so he nodded hurriedly.

Big Smith trembled.

The maid opened the door.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a skinny little girl lying on the big bed in the room, wearing loose pajamas, her arms and legs were covered with bruises, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.

She was staring at the people outside the room with dark eyes that didn't match her age.

Abraham Cohen fought another chill.

Isaiah shivered.

Big Smith and the blacks backed away in horror.

Arthur Gompers murmured "God bless" with quivering lips.

Big goofy Marcus Nkrumah was also terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin watched with interest, and he found that when the little girl saw the panic of the group of people, there was a smug and cold smile on her face.

He couldn't help but say, "That's it?"

Afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would say something inappropriate, Abraham Cohen hurried into the room with his leather bag.

He took out the cross and held it in front of his chest, murmuring: "Expel you, every unclean soul, every power controlled by Satan, all opponents from hell who invade this body, all secret legions, all demons and A murderous sect. Therefore, in the name of the Holy Spirit, I curse every demon in this body..."

Everyone held their breath and stared intently.

The little girl's face began to distort, becoming even more frightening. She gritted her teeth: "Who are you?"

Abraham Cohen's hand holding the cross began to tremble: "I, I am the messenger of God, and I am here to drive you away!"

"Forget it!" The little girl sneered, "Your tricks won't work for me! I will possess this body forever, and she belongs to me!"

Isaiah exclaimed: "My God, this devil is too powerful."

Two Smith was praying: "May the Lord have mercy and protect us lambs..."

Abraham Cohen was sweating on his brow.

He took out a small bottle from his leather bag and unscrewed the cap: "This is holy water. When the holy water is sprinkled on your body, you will have an unbearable burning sensation! If you don't want to suffer this pain, then please leave immediately !"

As he spoke, he sprinkled the so-called "holy water" on the little girl.

The little girl seemed to be really suffering, her body trembled and twisted, and she pulled straight the two ropes binding her wrists.

Zhao Chuanxin folded his arms and watched with relish.

Abraham Cohen hurried back and forth, fighting with the little girl, and he was sweating profusely after a while, but the little girl still didn't like oil and salt.

Although it is painful at times.

After a while, he walked out of the room backwards, and said bitterly to Arthur Gompers: "Mr. Gompers, this devil is more difficult than I imagined. I need time."

Arthur Gompers looked very pale.

Abraham Cohen added: "Mr. Gompers, my work with my family..."

Arthur Gompers looked at Zhao Chuanxin and a group of black people.

He gritted his teeth: "I will pay you for what you did for Margaret. But forget about the work. The Labor Federation prepares jobs for white people. You have so many black friends. I don’t think I’d need my help. Especially this guy, he’s Chinese. The Chinese never go on strike, they’ll never be part of the Labor Federation.”

Compared with whites, Chinese work hard and rarely participate in strikes.

Americans, on the other hand, believe that strikes are the best way to fight for legitimate rights and interests of workers.

This is the source of the contradiction.

Abraham Cohen turned even paler: "Mr. Gompers, I..."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Arthur Gompers said with a black face, "You should exorcise the little girl."

Abraham Cohen was downcast.

Zhao Chuanxin could figure out what was going on here, and he suddenly interrupted: "I think you are afraid. The Chinese are smarter than you, and can endure hardships than you. You resist because you are afraid of the Chinese. The Chinese are better than you. Understandable!"

Brother Smith and Isaiah were speechless, they really dared to say anything!

Arthur Gompers' face changed, and he said with a sneer, "Nonsense."

Zhao Chuanxin was about to continue his sarcasm, when the little girl in the room, Marguerite Gompers, suddenly struggled up her upper body, stared at Zhao Chuanxin and shouted: "You cunning and rebellious person, you will go to hell Yes, I will wait for you there and torture you!"

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

This fucking devil wants to protect his shortcomings?
Devils are all white, right?
Originally, Zhao Chuanxin stayed out and watched the excitement, which was much more enjoyable than watching a movie.

Did not expect to catch fire.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they all looked at him.

Zhao Chuanxin moved his neck, and Shi Shiran walked into the room.

The room smelled of urine.

Enduring the smell, he came to the bed, leaned over and looked at the little girl cheerfully: "You are awesome, aren't you?"

my cao...

The crowd was stunned.

Even Abraham Cohen, a "professional", dare not approach, but Zhao Chuanxin is only a stone's throw away from Marguerite Gompers.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she stood up abruptly, baring her teeth, as if she was about to bite Zhao Chuanxin.

The crowd exclaimed.

Marcus Nkrumah was especially afraid: "Sir, get out of the way, that's the devil!"

However, Zhao Chuanxin just casually stretched out his index finger and touched the little girl's forehead, stopping her momentum.

He said lightly: "Continue to exert force, yes, that's it. Huh? You devil, do you only have this strength because you haven't eaten?"

Marguerite Gompers gritted her teeth and struggled a few times, but Zhao Chuanxin's index finger remained motionless.

She is stunned...

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his waist and retracted his fingers: "Can you let me fly to the ceiling?"

Marguerite Gompers shook her head blankly.

"Can you hit a cow in the air and let me fly upside down?"

Keep shaking your head.

"So, can you manipulate these tables, chairs, benches, or the door, and then hit me?"

Marguerite Gompers couldn't help but glanced out the door, then shook her head again.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "This can't be done, and that can't be done, what's the use of you?"

You don't know any of the plots in exorcism movies, and you still pretend to be a ghost?

What a disappointment!

The little girl was shocked by his roar.

Everyone outside was a little confused, why is the devil a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin?
She seemed to realize that she was at a disadvantage, and hurried to save one or two: "Do you dare to close your eyes? You close your eyes and meditate, and I will drag you into hell."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard it, he finally got a little interesting, so he readily accepted: "Okay, come on."

(End of this chapter)