I Am the Dealer

Clyde had been anxious and uneasy a moment ago, but the next, he became a vicious evil ghost fallen into hell.

In the darkness, his body began to squirm and swell, the cracking of bones ringing out without end.

Within mere seconds, all traces of his human form had vanished.

In the hazy, indistinct night, Fang Shenyan slowly rose to his feet. He closed his eyes and meditated carefully.

The sound echoed through the sealed room, crashing against its four walls.

The space of the Master Bedroom appeared in his mind, and amid the blur, he seemed to sense a flash of white.

It was only a few steps in front of him, rustling fiercely in the night wind.

Fang Shenyan gently braced the door with his left hand. The blood that had already congealed on it did not feel particularly damp.

The countless impact holes from before had now vanished. They had clearly been an illusion created by the ghost.

Before the ghost could make its move, he lifted the iron bucket with his other hand and poured the remaining Bloody Water over his head.

The door had already been sealed by the Bloody Water.

Now, until this was over, neither man nor ghost would be leaving.

At the same time, Fang Shenyan suddenly sensed a cold gust of wind sweep past him, lifting his Hair Strands.

The next second, scorching pain surged through his body.

From a perspective invisible to the human eye, Fang Shenyan, standing where he was, was now wrapped in a loose Patient Gown.

The Patient Gown was pure white all over, marked only by a few pale blue lines, making it somewhat different from the one he wore.

The oversized Patient Gown began fiercely clashing with the blood splashed over him the instant it