Chapter 15: Child Ghost In Yakov’s Head
After thinking for a while, Walker opened the door and said, "Come in."
"Yes, yes, thank you very much, senior!" Yakov was overjoyed when he heard that and followed him into the room.
Walker sat on the sofa carelessly. As soon as the cigarette was taken out, he immediately took out a lighter and lit it. His movements were very skillful and he was indeed a good material for a lackey.
After lighting the cigarette, Yakov stood aside respectfully with a humble attitude. Seeing that Walker was smoking a pack of cigarettes that cost 10 dollars, he flattered him and said, "Senior, you have really good taste. This cigarette is not expensive but tastes good."
"I know there is a supreme version of this. If you don't mind, I'll get you a few to try and see if the taste suits you."
He is really a good slave. Walker glanced at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense to me. If you have to fart, fart quickly."
"Yes, yes!"
Yakov said with a bitter face: "Senior, I feel that my luck has been very bad recently. I always lose when playing cards, which is a small matter. My career is not going well. I always have nightmares when I sleep. I am listless and energetic every day. And I feel uncomfortable all over my body."
"If you feel comfortable, there will be a ghost!"
Walker raised his hand, flicked out a smear of cinnabar and dotted it on his forehead: "Go look in the mirror and you will know."
Yakov walked to the mirror in confusion, and what he saw frightened him so much that he sat down on the ground, his face turning pale instantly.