The boy set up a barrier outside the isolation room.
Apart from the theater owner, no one knew of his arrival.
Si Jin stood still, lowered her eyes, and glanced at the theater owner's current ugly appearance, covered in rashes. She felt so disgusted that she almost vomited.
So he quickly turned around, used his divine power to soothe his churning stomach, and then cast a spell to deceive himself.
He frowned and just turned his head away.
The theater owner didn't know why he had gotten sick.
But he knew that the last person he saw before he fell ill was Pei Sijin, who was standing right in front of him.
It was this wretched woman's curse that caused him to contract smallpox.
Even in the final moments of life, a person who has lived a life of humility may suddenly burst forth with a sliver of courage.
He struggled to his feet, his broken body trembling, and threw a punch at Si Jin.
The boy reached out and sent out a divine force, which directly snapped one of his arms in mid-air.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"
The theater owner screamed in agony, his body drenched in sweat from the torment.
However, the cold sweat immediately caused a rash on the skin.
Another wave of excruciating pain washed over me.
He curled up on the ground like a shrimp, screaming desperately:
"Help! Someone's trying to kill me! What are you all standing there like idiots for?!"
"Come in and save me!!!"
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly they cried for help, it was to no avail.
Outside the glass cubicle, the nurses could neither see Si Jin nor hear the sounds inside.
They took it as the theater owner's last struggle before his death, fearing it would bring bad luck, and didn't want to pay much attention to it.
When the theater owner saw that his cries for help went unanswered, he finally panicked.
For the first time, he began to doubt the authenticity of Pei Sijin in front of him.
This person, although he looks exactly like Pei Sijin, and also possesses Pei Sijin's memories.
But he was certain that the terrifying madman in front of him was definitely not Pei Sijin, that weakling who only knew how to submit to fate.
His empty eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched until they bled.
Like a demon who escaped halfway through its execution in hell.
Bloody and terrifying:
"You're not Pei Sijin, who are you? Who exactly are you?!"
"You're very smart," Si Jin said calmly.
"I am a demon sent from hell to take your soul away."
However, I've changed my mind now.
As he spoke, he took out a transfer document for Peach Blossom Garden from his hand and squatted down in front of the theater owner, waving it around:
"This is the transfer agreement for Peach Garden that I drafted a few days ago when I had some free time."
I want you to give me the Peach Blossom Garden.
"As long as you sign and put your fingerprint on it, I'll immediately take back your illness and find someone else to fill the vacancy at the King of Hell's palace."
At the end of a dynasty, amidst chaos and strife, a new era begins. This is a period when the people's intelligence is only partially developed.
After experiencing a series of bizarre events, the theater owner, despite his fear, finally believed Si Jin.
He looked up, his gaze as humble as that of a most despised dog, yearningly staring at the proud young man:
"Then swear you won't lie to me!"
"Okay." Si Jin cooperated fully, raising her hand to swear:
"I swear, if I have made any false promise, I will be struck by lightning and never be able to return to hell, nor will I be able to become a ghost messenger."
Hearing this, the theater owner finally breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.
"Okay... bring the transfer agreement over..."
Sijin offers a full range of services.
He took out a pen and a small box of inkpads about the size of a fingertip from his suit pocket.
Before long, I received a complete and legally valid transfer document.
After confirming that the signature was correct, Si Jin stood up, a cool and beautiful smile curving her lips:
"Thank you, I'm leaving now."
The theater owner is still ill; how can we let him leave so easily?
He shouted, "Didn't you say you'd cure my illness if I got the Peach Blossom Garden?!"
You swore an oath, you can't go back on your word!
"You bunch of superstitious people, aren't you most afraid of being struck by lightning?!"
Si Jin turned around and gave a roguish smile:
"I'm sorry, I lied to you."
I am a god, not a demon.
"That vow I just made was just to tease you."
After saying that, he disappeared from the room.
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