Abraham Cohen was confused: Job-stealers are coming.

Arthur Gompers said nothing.

But disbelief is written all over his face.

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" does not 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, wanting him to stop the nonsense.

Exorcism is a very solemn thing 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 cannot afford to suffer from both sides.

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, Marcus Nkrumah and others 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, called himself 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' weekly salary was only 3 yuan, running errands for his father. But with a weekly salary of 3 yuan, he could not save 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.

The servant was shocked 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 bad 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 him on the shoulder: "Hurry, hurry, I get excited when I hear about exorcism."

"..."

Second floor, outside Margaret Gompers' boudoir.

The corridor is dim and the lights flicker 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 tremble.

Behind them, a group of big-bodied men with round waists, their dark faces turned pale with fright.

The sound is very weird, like metal friction, and it makes my hair stand on end just listening to it.

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, if there are many people and strong yang energy, the devil will be 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 is 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 had another cold war.

Isaiah Arthur trembled.

Black people like Big Smith retreated in shock.

Arthur Gompers' lips trembled and he muttered "God bless".

The big fool Marcus Nkrumah 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: "Expulse you, every unclean soul, every power controlled by Satan, all opponents from hell who invade this body, all secret legions, all demons and

Brutal 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 and became 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 are praying: "May the Lord have mercy and protect us lambs..."

Abraham Cohen has sweat on his forehead.

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 as soon as possible.

!"

With that said, he sprinkled the so-called "holy water" on the little girl's body.

The little girl seemed to be really suffering, her body was shaking 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, fighting with the little girl, and soon he was sweating profusely, but the little girl still looked restless.

Although it sometimes appears painful.

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

Arthur Gompers doesn't look good.

Abraham Cohen added: "Mr. Gompers, the work of me and my family..."

Arthur Gompers looks 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 is Chinese. Chinese people never participate in strikes, and they will never be part of the labor federation.”

Compared with white people, Chinese people work hard without complaint and 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."
To be continued...