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Chapter 9 Angel
"Negative emotions detected, fear value +10, +10, +10..."

Today, Anderson is completely frightened by Lorraine.

With a life span of 20 years, he is now 30 years old. If he can live for 40 more years, he will have to pay half of his remaining life!
Sure enough, there are no easy options when making a deal with the devil.

"Can I humbly ask if there is anything I need to do for you?"

"It's very simple." A smile appeared on Lorraine's lips, "I need you to spread the gospel of the Shadow Council in the world. When ten people come to the Shadow Church because of you, you will have completed your mission."

"Okay!" Anderson nodded vigorously, "I choose the second one, pay ten years of life, and spread the gospel for you!"

"In this case, the transaction is completed."

Lorraine's voice suddenly became extremely mysterious, "I will take away 20 years of your life first. When you complete your agreement with me, you can come and take back ten years from me."

There was no room for rejection. Anderson watched helplessly as a ball of nothingness emerged from his chest and slowly flew into Lorraine's hands.

His body suddenly became extremely heavy.

"Go back and see. Your wife's illness has recovered."

Anderson's body trembled, completely unable to believe that the matter could be resolved so quickly.

"grown ups……"

He opened his mouth to speak, but the surrounding environment changed rapidly, and he was back in the corridor of the hospital.

"Anna! Yes! Anna!"

He woke up from his dream and quickly ran to the ward.

When he walked into the ward, he saw the attending doctor and the nurse examining his wife.

The doctor kept mumbling to himself: "Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

His wife was sitting on the hospital bed and smiling at him, her face rosy, and she no longer looked as weak as before.

"Oh, God!"

Anderson cried and hugged his wife, "How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?"

"Anderson, that's amazing!"

His wife Anna was extremely excited at this time, "You don't even know what happened just now. A woman whose face she couldn't see clearly suddenly appeared beside the hospital bed and gave me a golden apple. Then my illness was completely cured. It must have been a woman." Angel!"

"Yes! Angel!"

Anderson finally understood that what had just happened was not a dream.

He really restored his wife's health!
He hugged his wife and said softly: "God must have heard our prayers!"

"Ok!"

Anna nodded vigorously, and then said, "By the way, the angel left an envelope before he left, saying it was for you. Do you know what was written in it?"

"I think I probably know."

Anderson took the envelope, remembered the presence on the Iron Throne, and secretly made up his mind.

"I will definitely complete my mission!"

……

"Detected positive emotions from Anderson, gratitude value +50, +50, +50..."

Lorraine rubbed her fingers on the armrests of the Iron Throne, recalling the deal just now.

[Golden Apple, worth 10000 positive emotions, can cure all diseases and restore all vitality in an instant. 】

Anderson's 20-year life span was in his hands. Even just looking at it, Lorraine had the urge to take it all into his body.

The appeal of longevity to humans is innate.

Suddenly, the Rift Girl appeared in the Shadow Council.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lorraine smiled.

The cracked girl didn't speak, she raised her face and showed a smile, and the corners of her cracked mouth curved into a crescent moon.

"Go and take a rest. You have really worked hard during this period."

The cracked woman obeyed and left.

Lorraine opened his hand, and the life-span air ball floated towards the dome and suspended in the air.

"The first transaction was quite successful. I should have had the demeanor of a big boss behind the scenes just now.

"The next step is the second transaction!"

……

That night, the Meacham Manor in the heart of New York City was brightly lit.Many days ago, a premonition arose in the hearts of everyone in the Meacham family.

The old man may be dying.

Old Meacham was the former head of the Meacham family and co-founded the Rand-Meacham Company with the Rand family.

His son is Harold Meacham, now a famous rich man in New York City.

At this time, countless luxury cars were parked at the entrance of the manor, and everyone in the Meacham family had arrived, standing outside old Meacham's room, anxiously waiting for the summons inside.

In the room, old Meacham was lying motionless on the hospital bed.

His room has been transformed into a high-end ward, and countless medical machine pipes are connected to his body, just to extend his life even for a second.

But how can biological processes be changed so easily?

"Drip-drip-drip-"

The fluctuations in the electrocardiogram were getting weaker and weaker, and old Meacham had reached the moment when his fuel was exhausted.

Beside the hospital bed, apart from the medical staff, Old Meacham's son Harold looked at his father with a sad face.

Although his father's funeral arrangements had already been arranged, when he really faced this moment, he still couldn't help but feel panic.

Not only for my father, but also for myself.

He will have such a day too.

"Harold..."

A weak call came from the hospital bed, and Harold immediately stepped forward and half-knelt beside his father.

"Father, I'm here, tell me!"

"Be careful of the Rand family..."

With tears in Harold's eyes, he whispered: "Father, I know, I have solved everything."

"Harold..."

"I'm here."

"Harold..."

The old man's consciousness was still broken, and he could only keep repeating his son's name.

"Father..." Harold burst into tears. Even though he had huge wealth, he could not save his father's life at this moment.

"What the hell should I do..."

Harold Meacham, the tycoon in New York City, is like a helpless child at this moment.

He wants to keep his father's life, no matter what the cost!
And in this very moment!
The surrounding scene changed instantly, and he and his father on the hospital bed arrived at a stone hall at the same time.

"what is this!"

Harold stood up suddenly and looked at the strange scenery around him, feeling anxious and uneasy in his heart.

"The old man doesn't look optimistic."

From the Iron Throne in the hall, a voice suddenly came, "Would you like to make a deal with me? I can help you save his life."

Harold had lost his temper before when he was immersed in sadness. Now his sense of being a New York rich man returned and he calmed down.

"Where is this place?"

"The Shadow Council."

"Dark magic? It doesn't matter. You said you can save my father's life?"

Harold dismissed this. As one of the top people in New York City, he naturally had access to secrets that ordinary people could not solve.

According to black magic, saving lives is nothing more than turning the father into an inhuman monster!

He can't accept it!

"I know what you're thinking."

A faint voice came from the throne, "You can rest assured that my methods are beyond your imagination. Do you want to try it? See if I can save your father. After all, I believe that our transaction will not be the only one. .”

try it?
Harold's eyes flickered, of course he knew what the other person meant.

If he can really save his father, will he be able to keep himself away from death in the future?

if so……

You can give it a try!
(End of this chapter)