Wang also positioned himself very clearly: a dabbler. I couldn't memorize all the spells, the magic circle wasn't round, and I almost threw the money sword out and cut off my own feet.
But such a half-hearted person managed to suppress the real Wendigo during the live broadcast of the exorcism in the United States.
From there, things started going wrong.
The neighbor girl knocked on the door in the middle of the night: "Wang, my cat has been barking at the corner all night."
A female Wall Street executive called: "Make a price, and everyone on our floor will have the same nightmare."
A letter from a mysterious widow's lawyer was mailed to her doorstep: "My client is willing to pay seven figures to invite you to live in her manor for a month."
Wang Ye looked at his account balance, then at the beauties who came to his door and the horrific stories behind them.
He silently picked up his grandfather's notes and turned to the next page.
"Okay, I'll take this order."
But he didn't notice that on the last page of the notebook, a trans-American railway was drawn in faded ink. Next to it is Grandpa's handwriting, with only four words -
"Xiaoye, don't get close."
