Demigod Mage in America

Renn didn't say anything more, he just looked at him with a smile.

That feeling sent chills down the ghost's spine, as if an invisible hand was gripping his neck, ready to tighten at any moment.

He was clearly not going to die.

"I'm...I'm sorry."

Feeling intimidated by Ryan's stare, he obediently walked to the table, stood ramrod straight with his hands hanging down.

For a brief moment, his feeling towards Renn was that he was going to die, absolutely going to die.

All the ferocity and hatred for the living had vanished.

"Please sit down."

Ryan made a gesture, and the chair he had used to run in before was now teleported over.

The power of faith will enhance his control over this space, which is why he chose to allocate some of it; otherwise, he would have used it all himself long ago.

"Mr. Zhang, is that right?"

The ghost whose name was called immediately stood up again.

"Don't be nervous, please sit down. You should know the rules. Since you're willing to come out, it means you want to trade with me."

Raine stopped him from continuing, instead reaching out and swiping, and a bronze incense burner flew out from the pile of antiques and was placed on the table.

With a flick of his fingers, three long incense sticks appeared in his hand.

He was certainly not some kind of Taoist priest; this was incense he had created with magic, which could be absorbed by spirits, especially since this Mr. Zhang looked like it was almost overflowing.

If we don't give him some treatment soon, Renn might have to collect his client's body first.

No open flame is needed when inserting the incense into the burner; the three incense sticks will burn, and wisps of white smoke will spread from the top.

A "smell" that only ghosts could detect permeated the entire room.

"What is this? It smells so good! So good!"

Mr. Zhang's spirit could not control its behavior the moment the three incense sticks were lit. It moved closer to the incense burner and greedily inhaled the white smoke that was spreading out.

"Just a small token of my appreciation."

This Mr. Zhang is clearly from his hometown, which is why he has been able to rise to his current position.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhang Tuan looked at Raine behind the table, his gaze somewhat evasive.

After all, he had caused a little trouble during their first meeting, and the other party's strength was unfathomable.

"gentlemen……"

"You can call me boss."

"Okay, boss."

Seeing how easygoing Ryan was, Zhang Tuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the young man looked like he was from his hometown, he dared not claim kinship with anyone.

"Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zhang, I'm from Fujian Province, and I've been here for twenty years..."

During his account, Ryan learned his name: Zhang Tuan. He had sold his house in Shanghai and moved his whole family here, only to have his wife make him a cuckold.

At this point, Zhang Tuan's face, which had been gradually becoming clearer under the suppression of the Holy Land, suddenly became somewhat blurred as it was shrouded in black energy.

"Cough cough."

Raine coughed lightly, and an invisible ripple spread outward, almost shattering the soul he had painstakingly condensed once again.

He shuddered, his body straightening even more.

"Is it really true that you can get something for nothing here?"

"Always ready to grant requests, but only in exchange for something of equal value."

Raine didn't snap his fingers, only to find that the invisible servant had brought him a glass of water.

"What a blunder... I should have gotten a coffee machine or a beverage dispenser."

Even red wine will do if all else fails.

Looking at the plain water in the wine glass, Renn could only pretend not to see it, and took a small sip as if it were something delicious.

"Then I hope to make a deal with you."

"Please speak."

"I want revenge on my wife—no, I want that bitch Miao Miao, and her lover too!"

Ryan put down his glass, raised an eyebrow, and said, "This name belongs to Mr. Zhang's wife."

"Mr. Zhang, as far as I know, your family seems to have a pretty good relationship, right?"

"Oh!"

The ghosts, which had been quiet, suddenly became restless again, but after glancing at Raine, they silently sat back down.

This shop, which once belonged to him, now exerts a strong influence on him.

While it brought Zhang Tuan back to his senses from his rage, it also made him afraid to make any rash moves.

"Boss, the 'good relationship' you're talking about means my wife and I are both Asian, and we had a... Black child?"

Ryan raised his hand to signal him to continue; he loved listening to stories.

"At first, I didn't think too much about it. I just thought that bastard was just a little dark-skinned. It was a bit strange, but it wasn't impossible to run into him. But... but..."

The dense magical power emanating from his body was about to condense into a ferocious and malevolent form, but it was suppressed again in less than a second.

"But whose child has two sausages growing from their mouth!"

"..."

Although he didn't know why, despite it being a rather sad story, Ryan remained calm and even wanted to laugh.

However, as a listener, he has a good habit of not interrupting others.

"I gave her sleeping pills and killed the child. Although that bitch wronged me, the child didn't."

"Later, when I was about to go find her with a chainsaw, a black man appeared."

"oh?"

Renn became interested.

"He just raised his hand and I flew out, crashing headfirst into it."

Zhang Tuan pointed to a mirror among the pile of antiques in the corner.

Mirrors possess spiritual properties, and Raine once had a romantic relationship with an evil spirit in a mirror.

"When I woke up again, a group of people said I was sick and insisted on taking me to a mental hospital. Later, they even threw me into the boiler room and burned me to ashes, telling everyone that I had committed suicide by self-immolation. I know it was all done by that black guy, but I couldn't resist."

As Zhang Tuan spoke, resentment churned within him.

Apart from certain magical influences, most spirits can be categorized as originating from obsession.

Mr. Zhang's obsession is probably revenge.

Renn nodded, having thus grasped the user's basic situation.

"So, Mr. Zhang, what do you hope to get from me?"

"I want them dead!"

"Can't you do this yourself?"

Raine tilted his head, somewhat curious. This was a spirit; killing a person or two was as simple as eating and drinking.

"No, I'm trapped by that black guy."

Raine raised an eyebrow and beckoned with his hand.

Zhang Tuan's words made him realize something: the extraordinary beings he had always been curious about might already be around him, but he hadn't paid attention to them.

It was a full-length mirror gilded. He didn't understand the style of the framing, but it looked antique.

Because he hadn't taken it seriously before, he hadn't noticed anything amiss. But now, with his senses fully activated, he had actually discovered a clue.

"..."

Renn was speechless. It turned out that he was too weak, so much so that he hadn't noticed him at all.

It's like being engrossed in a game, accidentally scratching your neck, and then finding your palm covered in blood when you take it off.

I touched it, and it was a mosquito!

Huh? Why do you look like that?

That's how he feels right now.

Ryan remained silent, which made Zhang Tuan so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.

He couldn't gauge the boss's capabilities at all; if the boss smashed the mirror, he'd be dead.

"I see……"

After a long pause, Raine suddenly realized and said.

It's not that it's too difficult, but rather that it's too simple. Even the six-year-old apprentice he found couldn't use this method.

"That's so primitive. They actually bind spirits and make them kill people, eventually turning them into evil spirits."

Ryan shook his head. That's utterly low.

Why go through all that trouble? Just whip his soul, insult his dignity, kill his entire family in front of him, and you'll raise a bound spirit in no time.

If you have the means, you can go to Hell and collect some Hellfire to give ghosts a 24/7 non-stop BBQ experience. You can raise them in less than half a month.

"Boss, do you understand now?"

Raine then realized there was someone else next to him. He composed himself and gave a calm smile.

"Hmm, I understand now. So Mr. Zhang wants his wife, who betrayed him, and his lover to die?"

"yes!"

"So what do you intend to use in exchange?"