inside the room.

The man's body was dripping with blood, his eyeballs were trembling crazily, and he turned them upward so hard that only the whites of his eyes were left. A chilling, weird laugh came out of his mouth.

"Ho ho."

"Hehehe, now it's your turn to choose the way to die!"

Jiang Chen was stunned: "It's not good, after all, it's a major event in your life."

"If I let you choose, just choose!" The man's voice became even more sinister.

"Okay, I choose..." Jiang Chen's fingers passed over and landed on a small green leather drum.

"The suicidal ghost sneers and holds a snare drum. What can he do? Ghost energy is 500."

It saw the young man in front of him bending his fingers and tapping on the drum head.

next moment.

A loud noise exploded in its mind.

The suicidal ghost lost consciousness in an instant.

At this time, a short knife was inserted into its neck, stirred sideways, and across a semicircular arc. Black-red blood immediately flowed out. After stirring for half a circle, the headless body of the suicidal ghost collapsed.

"Ding,……"

Jiang Chen moved his hands as if he had rehearsed it countless times, without any unnecessary movements, and he picked off a ghost head with great skill.

It's as fluent as if you were doing assembly line work in a factory.

Su Ling looked on and was speechless.

I even forgot to breathe.

There were only two words in her heart.

major!

too professional!

She couldn't help but remember that Jiang Chen had said before that he was a free conscience mourner for unclaimed corpses.

It seems he didn't lie.

He has extremely excellent professional qualities when it comes to funerals.

The operation is efficient, the movements are simple and breathtaking, and it is almost a textbook way of sending people away.

At this time.

Under the bed, a pale man shook his head, looking dazed.

"Strange, what happened just now? There seemed to be a loud noise, but there didn't seem to be one?"

"No, why did it suddenly become so quiet?"

"Where are the suicidal ghosts and the pervert just now?"

"The ghost under the bed has doubts, and the ghost energy is 400."

It was curled up in the center of the bed, looking around hard, trying to figure out what was going on.

The room that was bustling before suddenly became completely silent.

This made him a little nervous.

Turning his head at an angle, he saw a headless corpse.

But since it has no face, it cannot tell whether this is the living person who broke in, or the suicidal ghost who was hiding in the closet before.

Waited for a while.

The room was eerily quiet, and the ghost under the bed finally couldn't sit still anymore, moved to the side, and quietly poked half of his face out from under the bed, wanting to see what was going on.

It is lying down at the moment.

Before I took a few glances, I suddenly felt a few drops of thick, cold liquid fall on the back of my head.

"There's something creepy under the bed. What is it? The ghost energy is 700."

He turned his head subconsciously.

What caught his sight was a face that was staring at death, with black and red rotting blood constantly flowing from the broken neck, and its pale eyeballs staring at him with unwillingness.

A moment.

The ghost under the bed was furious, and the sudden fright almost scared it out of its wits.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ghost energy 999!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A hand slowly moved the suicidal man's head away, revealing a young man's delicate and gentle face behind him.

"Oh, sorry, I scared you."

"Don't be afraid. As an apology, I will help you eliminate your fear right away."

"If the ghost under the bed is stunned, can the fear be eliminated? How to eliminate it? Ghost energy 350."

The next moment, it understood.

The short knife, still stained with blood, suddenly slashed across it, aimed at its head and chopped it off hard.

A sincere smile appeared on the man's amiable face: "Don't worry, this is a physical method to eliminate fear. It will only kill the fear and will not hurt your body."

"I believe your mother is a ghost! Ghost energy 999!"

The ghost under the bed rolled violently, and it couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat as it watched the knife penetrate deeply into the concrete floor like cutting tofu.

Just as he was about to get up, he ran.

Suddenly a drum beat sounded, and it saw a strange green light erupting from the young man's eyes. Just like the legendary monster, it gasped heavily and approached fiercely.

There was severe pain in my chest.

What happens next, the ghost in the bed has no idea about.

"Ding, kill..."

Jiang Chen took out the other person's heart, shook his head, and sighed: "Oh, I missed it. I originally just wanted to eliminate his fear, but I accidentally killed him, another medical accident."

"Could it be that my understanding is wrong? Don't all human fears arise from the heart? Taking out the heart is the best way to cure fear. Why is he still dead..."

"It seems that I am not a competent doctor after all."

He has carefully studied some psychological classics and feels that he is qualified to provide psychological counseling to some patients, so he sometimes calls himself a doctor.

But he is also very self-aware.

Often the prefix "very amateur" is added before this.

This is used to reduce the patient's psychological pressure. After all, in the hands of a doctor with a cure rate of 0, if the patient is not cured, the patient does not need to feel too guilty about it.

This is what Jiang Chen is most proud of.

He knows how to consider other people very well, and people who get along with him are often like a spring breeze, without any psychological pressure.

"Brother Jiang, you don't have to be sad. If you think about it carefully, after it is completely dead, it should never have the emotion of fear again, right?"

Su Ling comforted her from the side at this moment.

Upon hearing this.

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and patted his thigh: "That's right!"

"Little Su Ling, you are really getting smarter and smarter."

Su Ling wiped the sweat from her forehead and said obediently: "It's all thanks to Brother Jiang's good teaching!"

Jiang Chen looked at her and wanted to praise her.

At this time, there was a quarrel and the sound of objects being thrown.

His eyes moved.

Suddenly I ran to the window, put my head out and listened carefully to see where the sound was coming from.

Su Ling seemed to have thought of something.

"That's the residents of 401 upstairs, a couple. They often quarrel and sometimes even fight. Many outsiders can't stand it anymore and run to break up the fight."

"But in the end, those who broke up the fight were all either crazy or disappeared mysteriously."

"upstairs?"

When Jiang Chen heard this, he leaned half of his body out of the window, turned his head and looked up, as if he was ready to move up, as if he wanted to climb up immediately and break up the fight.

Seeing this, Su Ling was so frightened that he lost his soul.

He hurriedly ran over and hugged Jiang Chen's legs tightly.

"Brother Jiang, don't go up. If you leave me here alone, I will die!"
To be continued...