The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Abraham Cohen was confused: Job-stealers are coming.

Arthur Gompers said nothing.

But his face was full of disbelief.

Zhao Chuanxin understood the two people's thoughts instantly and said: "I help exorcise demons, and the reward goes to you, and your child is sick and needs to be cured."

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

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

To be honest, every time he encountered something like this, he was full of expectations, but he always came back 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 indeed seen many strange and weird things, but none of them are really fightable. The so-called supernatural is all fake and supernatural.

Arthur Gompers looked up at Abraham Cohen, asking him to stop the nonsense.

Exorcism is a very solemn matter in his opinion.

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

He couldn't afford to suffer on either side.

He had no choice but to pull Zhao Chuanxin aside and lower his voice: "Mr. Chen, to be honest, I am just pretending to be an exorcist. But I really need a job, not just 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 just pretending, but I am really talented and learned."

"..." Abraham Cohen did not believe in ghosts and gods. He coughed awkwardly: "Mr. Chen, in fact, there are no devils in this world. They are all caused by mediocrity. So, please help me."

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

Abraham Cohen went to have a few words with Arthur Gompers.

Arthur Gompers reluctantly led the way.

Fortunately, the night completely enveloped the earth. This group of people was originally very conspicuous, but the Smith brothers, Isaiah, and Marcus Nkrumah brought their own "invisibility halo" at night, and there was no trouble along the way. They arrived at Arthur. Gompers' home.

This is a beautiful and spacious house.

Arthur Gompers's father, Samuel Gompers, regarded himself as a worker all his life. In fact, by this time, he was no longer a worker, but a middle-class bureaucrat.

In the early days, Arthur Gompers earned only $3 a week, running errands for his father. But with a weekly salary of 3 yuan, I can't afford such a luxurious house.

There was a servant in Arthur Gompers' home. When he opened the door, the servant looked worried: "Master, Miss, she won't eat or drink, and she's yelling again."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin and others came in one after another.

The servants were startled to see so many black people pouring into the house.

Arthur Gompers turned back: "Let your people exit first."

He didn't dare to say something rude, because Zhao Chuanxin really knew how to hit people, and his teeth were almost knocked out by him.

The Smith brothers were shocked by the luxury of the house, and they instinctively wanted to exit after hearing this. However, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "There are not so many stinky rules, all follow me!"

Arthur Gompers was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

He felt that filling the house with black people would defile the place.

It can even bring bad luck.

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

"..."

On the second floor, outside Margaret Gompers' boudoir.

The corridor is dark, with lights flickering on and off.

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

He couldn't help but shudder.

Behind them, a group of tall, round-waisted men appeared, their dark faces turning pale with fear.

The sound was weird, like metal rubbing against each other, and just hearing it made my hair stand on end.

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

The others didn't say they didn't believe it, but their bodies were very honest.

Even Arthur Gompers, as a father, was filled with fear when he was sad.

Big Smith said: "Well, gentlemen, I think we can just wait outside. As Mr. Gompers said, it would be too presumptuous for us to come in..."

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

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

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

Big Smith was trembling.

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 door with sinister eyes that were inappropriate for her age.

Abraham Cohen shuddered again.

Isaiah shivered.

Big Smith and the black men retreated in shock.

Arthur Gompers' lips trembled as he muttered "God bless you."

Marcus Nkrumah, the big fool, was also scared.

Zhao Chuanxin watched with great interest. He found that when the little girl saw this group of people, she was so frightened that she had a proud and sinister smile on her face.

He couldn't help but said: "That's it?"

Abraham Cohen was afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would say other inappropriate things, so he hurriedly walked into the room carrying his wallet.

He took out the cross and held it in front of his chest, murmuring: "Expell 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 horrifying. 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!"

"Save it!" the little girl sneered: "Your tricks won't work on me! I will occupy this body forever, she belongs to me!"

Isaiah exclaimed, “Oh my God, this devil is so powerful.”

Two Smiths were praying: "Please Lord have mercy and protect us lambs..."

Abraham Cohen was sweating.

He took out a small bottle from his 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, then please leave immediately." !”

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

The little girl seemed to be in real pain, her body trembling and twisting, and the two ropes binding her wrists were pulled straight by her.

Zhao Chuanxin hugged his arms and watched with gusto.

Abraham Cohen was busy going back and forth, having sex with the little girl, and soon he was sweating profusely, but the little girl still looked like she was tired.

Although it sometimes appears painful.

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

Arthur Gompers looked unhappy.

Abraham Cohen added: "Mr. Gompers, the work of me and 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 don't think about work. The Labor Federation prepares work for white people. You have so many black friends. I don’t think you need my help. Especially this person, he must be Chinese. Chinese never participate in strikes, and they will never be part of the labor federation.”

Compared with white people, Chinese people work hard and rarely complain. They rarely participate in strikes.

Americans believe that striking is the best way to fight for workers' legitimate rights and interests.

This is the source of the contradiction.

Abraham Cohen's face became even paler: "Mr. Gompers, I..."

"Okay, stop talking." Arthur Gompers said with a dark face, "You should exorcise the devil for your little girl."

Abraham Cohen is crestfallen.

Zhao Chuanxin could figure out the reason behind this, and he suddenly interrupted: "I think you are afraid. The Chinese are smarter than you and can endure hardships better than you. You are afraid of the Chinese, so you resist them. The Chinese are better than you, and I am Understandable!”

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

Arthur Gompers's face changed and he sneered: "Nonsense."

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

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

This damn devil wants to protect his shortcomings?

Are all devils white?

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin stayed away and watched the excitement, which was much more enjoyable than watching a movie.

I didn't expect to get burned.

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

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

The room smelled like urine.

He endured the stinking, came to the bed, leaned over and looked at the little girl happily: "You are awesome, aren't you?"

I am...

Everyone was shocked.

Even Abraham Cohen, a "professional", didn't dare to get close, but Zhao Chuanxin was only a stone's throw away from Margaret Gompers.

Her eyes suddenly widened and she stood up suddenly with a grin on her face, as if she wanted to bite Zhao Chuanxin.

Everyone exclaimed.

Marcus Nkrumah was especially afraid: "Master, get away quickly, that's the devil!"

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

He said calmly: "Keep on using your strength, yes, that's it. Eh? You devil, do you only have this strength because you haven't eaten?"

Margaret Gompers gritted her teeth and struggled a few times, but Zhao Chuanxin's index finger did not move at all.

She was confused...

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

Margaret Gompers shook her head blankly.

"Can you hit a cow from a distance and make me fly backwards?"

Continue to shake your head.

"So, can you control these tables, chairs, benches, or doors, and then smash them on me?"

Margaret Gompers couldn't help but glance outside the door, and then shook her head again.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "I can't do this, I can't do that, what use do you have?"

You don’t know any of the plot points 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 was the devil a little afraid of Zhao Chuanxin?

She seemed to realize that she was at a disadvantage and hurriedly saved her life: "Do you dare to close your eyes? Close your eyes and meditate, and I will drag you into hell."

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he finally found it interesting, so he readily accepted: "Okay, come on."