I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 147 You want to hold a ceremony? Then let me show you something good.

A few seconds later, the young nurse on the left tentatively asked, "Dr. Banner, did you understand what he said?"

Banner pondered for a moment, then explained, "He must have used a particular sentence structure to indicate that he has overcome his past self."

The two nurses suddenly realized and nodded approvingly: "No wonder he's Dr. Banner, he knows everything."

The afternoon went quite smoothly.

Evan's main role was to familiarize himself with the situation and assist Dr. Forem.

At six o'clock, the side effects of the potion chain were also reversed.

You reversed the side effects of the potion chain.

[Special Trait: Black Sun Wings +1.3%]

You'll be more alert when you see a black sun.

"After the potion was improved, this stuff has been increased in amount; before it was only 1%."

Evan grinned smugly, "Great! Professor Byron, keep it up!"

Because he has to work the night shift today, Evan won't be able to go home for the time being.

However, he was relieved that the hospital provided meals.

Free!

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the hospital cafeteria, Evan ate the equivalent of eight people's worth of food all by himself.

Plates and soup bowls were piled up in front of him.

The doctors and nurses who were passing by were shocked.

The cooks serving food behind the counter watched with twitching eyes, seemingly feeling sorry for the person in the video.

If this guy weren't Dr. Forem's assistant, everyone would think he was just a freeloader.

After a hearty and satisfying dinner, Evan patted his stomach contentedly and let out a burp.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he got up and walked towards that dark corner of the staircase.

The haunted place at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

The doctors and patients standing at a distance looked over curiously.

Some people stopped in their tracks, while others walked out of the ward, their eyes filled with anticipation.

After all, it started circulating around noon.

A young man came to the hospital today!

They claim they can solve those terrifying unsolved mysteries.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ivan's figure disappeared into the darkness at the top of the stairs.

One second —

Two seconds —

"ah!!!"

A scream filled with terror came from inside.

Then everyone saw the young man, pale-faced, scrambling out.

His eyes were wide with shock, and he muttered to himself as he crawled.

"Damn it, there really is a ghost here?!"

Seeing this, the patients, doctors, and nurses watching outside couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The nurse covered her mouth and chuckled, while several patients clutched their stomachs and laughed heartily.

It was clear that they hadn't been this happy in days.

Dr. Banner, standing some distance away, raised his hand to cover his face, his square face filled with despair.

"Has Dr. Forem started bringing in people he knows?"

This is completely different from what Dr. Forem said!

Ivan didn't care about his embarrassment at all. He leaned against the wall, took a couple of breaths, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Old Tree Man! Who can stand three ghosts banging on the door at the same time?"

Seeing the truth lowered his spiritual ceiling by 20%, and the spiritual trauma lowered his mental strength by 50%.

Although his original spirit level was 4, even after a 50% reduction, he still had 2.

However, with the three debuffs stacking on top of each other, his mind became extremely sensitive and fragile.

Normally it may not seem like anything, but when faced with a sudden event, the instinctive fear reaction will be amplified several times over.

After catching his breath, Evan noticed the laughter around him.

He stood up, coughed, straightened his white coat, and then grinned at the smiling people.

"I just saw that everyone was being too dull, so I just wanted to make you laugh."

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"Now watch me do it!"

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked back into the dark staircase.

This staircase is definitely haunted.

After activating the Demon Hunter's Vision, you can see two young men with festering sores all over their bodies wandering back and forth in this area.

Their bodies were translucent, and their skin was covered with pustules and ulcers, just like the Poison Blade gang members in life.

They are different from ordinary earthbound spirits; they are not here because of obsession, but because they are bound to this area by some kind of contract.

On the ground at the corner of the stairs, Evan could vaguely see a special magic circle composed of two rings of one-dollar bills.

The banknotes were arranged precisely in concentric circles, like the stamps of some kind of contract.

These two evil spirits cannot leave the area, and they howl when someone approaches.

Just now, when Evan was approaching to check the magic circle, these two things suddenly jumped out of the shadows, almost scaring him to death.

"Who did this? A prank?"

He pondered how to deal with the two ghosts.

The two extraordinary properties he currently possesses, the Copper Plague and Cain's Thirst for Blood, are both physical and biological in nature, and have little effect on this kind of spirit.

He did have a way to deal with the evil spirit: to hold an exorcism ritual.

However, he is now burdened with the sin of spying on the gods, which reduces his success rate by 1000%.

He dared not imagine what would happen if he were to perform the ritual, fearing that the primordial sage would slap him again.

Ignorance is bliss, but he is now knowledgeable.

Just as Evan was starting to worry, footsteps came from above the stairs.

Then his keen ears heard the doctors and nurses around him greeting him warmly.

"Good evening, Mr. Sap!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Sap!"

"You are truly a role model for us all!"

Ivan's heart skipped a beat: "Sap?"

He quickly looked up.

Instead of the elderly factory owner he had expected, a young man arrived.

He was in his early twenties, handsome with well-defined features.

She was wearing a well-tailored dark three-piece suit, with a gold eagle claw coin brooch pinned to her collar.

Her hair was neatly combed back, and it gleamed with a healthy sheen in the dim light.

The young man smiled as he walked to the top of the stairs and asked gently, "Need any help?"

Ivan sized him up and tentatively asked, "And you are, sir?"

The young man took off his jazz hat and gave a slight bow.

"Willens Sap, you can call me Little Sap or Willens, it's up to you."

"Thanks to my father's kindness, I have invested in several companies, including this security company under my name."

Ivan nodded knowingly. He thought to himself, "Not father, son."

As Willens spoke, he stepped down the stairs, and as the light gradually dimmed, Ivan saw a pair of eyes.

A bright green iris.

And deep within those green eyes, a symbol flickered faintly.

$ is the symbol for the US dollar.

Its eyes, though green, emitted a golden light.

"financier!"

The memories of the Witcher's legacy instinctively appeared in Ivan's mind.

The financier on the gold path, a profession that uses money as a medium to manipulate extraordinary powers.

This was the first time he had come into contact with a transcendent being on the Golden Path, both in a peaceful and hostile manner.

Willens had already come to Evan's side, and he raised his hand as if to pat Evan's shoulder.

Ivan instantly dodged to the side, his face showing vigilance.

Willens smiled gracefully, not paying any attention, and turned to walk to the magic circle.

"These two souls are the ones I've imprisoned here."

"They are tainted with a special plague aura, and rashly performing an exorcism would spread this extraordinary plague aura in the hospital."

"So I used my abilities to sign a contract with them, making them stay here obediently to stand guard."

He said it with a barely suppressed chuckle.

"You might not know this, but this staircase leads to the side entrance of the hospital, right next to the hospital wall. Many thieves and criminals like to use this staircase."

"In the last few days, they've scared away about six groups of people."

Willens had a very gentle voice and a smile on his lips as he spoke, giving him the air of a refined gentleman.

But Ivan remained vigilant: "So you have a way to handle this now?"

Willens nodded and took a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket.

He held the banknotes between his palms and whispered two lines, an invisible force acting on the two souls.

Soon, a soul was directly absorbed into the hundred-yuan banknote. A green light flashed across the surface of the banknote before it returned to normal.

But when he was about to absorb the second one, that soul suddenly underwent a strange change.

Numerous pustules began to appear on its body, followed by the growth of dark red fur.

Its form began to twist and swell, emitting a roar that was not something a human could make.

It's obvious that this guy is about to turn into a beast and go out of control.

Willens quickly said, "Give me a hand! This guy's about to turn into a beast!"

Ivan stood still, motionless.

His first thought was: moral blackmail.

You're so rich, how come you can't even handle a tiny soul?

He had seen the methods of other capitalists; they truly believed that money could make the devil turn the millstone.

Faced with the motionless Evan, Willens hurriedly took out two more hundred-dollar bills and stuck them on the soul's forehead.

The green light temporarily suppressed the increasingly beast-like soul.

Then he turned his head and said sincerely, "I know you have some misunderstandings about me."

"But please rest assured, Elton's matter is over. That guy attacked you on his own initiative and he asked for it."

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"You don't need to worry about Alcott either, that guy should have died a long time ago."

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"Neither my father nor I have any hostility towards you; in fact, we admire you quite a bit."

Ivan looked at him, a cold smile flashing across his face: "So, what brings you here today, sir?"

Willens looked at the struggling soul and asked calmly, "What if I didn't come here for you?"

"I've been working for free at this hospital for six days now. Don't think of all rich people as so bad."

"Or are you more inclined to believe those beautiful, wealthy women?"

Ivan coughed: "No!"

Willens said meaningfully, "You should know that the prettier a woman is, the more likely she is to swindle money."

"Many wealthy people around me are swindled out of their money not by normal men, but by beautiful women."

"Your female classmate isn't as harmless as you think."

Evan knew he was talking about Erdin.

On a sudden thought, he realized this was a good opportunity to extract information from Erdin.

Judging from the hostility that Kapu showed towards the Sap Group on the train last time, this is a contest between old money and new money.

The fact that the Sapp Group has committed numerous evils does not mean that the Hearst family is innocent or pure.

He had always felt that Ertin had ulterior motives towards him, and now that he had the opportunity, he might as well investigate.

Ivan immediately flashed that harmless, sunny smile.

"You're absolutely right, Mr. Sap. It seems we're quite compatible."

Willens chuckled and said, "I'm not like my father. He looked down on me from a young age, thinking I was uneducated and too soft-hearted."

"Now that I'm the fourth child, I naturally have no right to inherit anything."

"I might as well go out and do some things I like, hire some thugs, do some charity work, and play around with women. That would be great."

He turned to look at the stairs: "I never received much respect in my family growing up, so I really enjoy being respected by others outside."

"I'm willing to put in some hard work and money for this feeling."

Evan sized up Willens in front of him, his mind flashing through classic scenes from online novels and TV dramas.

It is true that some young masters in large families are rebellious but have relatively normal moral character.

He slightly relaxed his guard and looked at the soul that was about to lose control.

"What do you need me to do?"

Willens handed him a hundred-dollar bill: "Hold a ceremony with me to turn this guy into my debtor."

"As long as he can take on my debt, he has to obey me."

Ivan then asked, "What happens to the money after this is over?"

Willens grinned and said casually, "Of course it's yours. Consider it making friends."

Ivan reached out and took the hundred dollars.

The instant his palm touched the banknote, he felt a peculiar resonance deep within his arm.

It was as if something dormant in his veins had suddenly been awakened.

The residual corruption of money within you resonates with the curse of money!

Upon seeing this notification, a cold smile flashed across Ivan's face.

"I wasted my feelings, but I have to say this kid's acting is really good, it's comparable to my fake sweet acting."

The corruption of money in his body was a remnant from his previous battle with Elton, and he had never been able to completely remove it.

Unexpectedly, this created an unintended warning effect.

"So this is your method," Ivan thought to himself with a cold laugh.

"Without knives or guns, a banknote can ensnare someone."

"Indeed, he's better than your father."

Willens maintained his harmless smile: "What's up, friend?"

Ivan smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a ceremony, right?"

Willens nodded and said, "Yes, a fairly ordinary exorcism ritual will do. I'll conduct it, and you can give me a hand."

Ivan's smile widened even more: "That's wonderful! Our witcher team excels at performing rituals!"

"You've come to the right person!"

"For the sake of this hundred yuan, I'll help you out today."

Playing with me?

Then let the sin of peeping at gods show you something good!

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