âYou are wishing for my motherâs death, arenât you?â Nancy Carter was livid.
âI was just stating the truth.â Alex Rockefeller heeded no attention to Nancy. âNow that I
am here, she will live.â
âWho knows if you are deceiving us?â Nancy retorted.
Meanwhile, Wallace Yoke checked the old ladyâs pulse again.
For three full minutes, he remained motionless with a solemn expression on his face.
Finally, he shook his head. âI am sorry, I donât think I can do anything here.â
Alex told Hailey Lawson, âWhy donât you leave everything to Doctor Yoke and me? Wait
for us outside the bedroom.â
âSounds good.â He escorted a scowling Nancy and Zack out. Hailey left as well.
Jim Sabinsky wanted to remain and help, although, in actual fact, he was waiting for a
chance to expose Alexâs ruse.
âSure, why not?â Alex grinned.
Three men and an old lady were the only ones left in the bedroom.
âI am actually protecting you by not letting you treat her,â Alex told Jim.
He pointed at the old lady, seeing Jimâs skeptical reaction. âHow many people do you
see on the bed right now?â he asked.
âJust one?â Wallace answered in a confused voice.
Jim snickered, âI suppose you saw two instead?
Sir, why donât you get your eyes
checked?â
Wallace glared at his student, albeit having the same thoughts as well.
Alex let out a soft chuckle as he focused his Chi onto his fingertips before directing it
straight to the bed.
âSay, how many do you see now?â
They shifted their attention to the bed and let out an instant cry of terror, with Jim
shivering and almost peeing his pants.
The old lady was still lying motionless in bed, but beneath her neck sat a dark figure of a
kid, dripping with water.
No, it was not a kid. It was a little demon!
Wallace gulped nervously, asking, âIs this the rumored diabolical reaper, Mr.
Rockefeller?â
âMaster, I think that is nothing more than mere folklore. Ghosts do not exist in our world.
This is just an illusion!â said Jim.
Wallace smacked his student on the head.
âWhat do you know? There is more to this world than we will ever understand! The
diabolical reaper really exists. I witnessed one in my younger days. Instances of its
appearance had also been recorded in various literature passed down through the
generations.
Unfortunately, I was never allowed to learn the art of shamanistic healing,â
Wallace said with a tinge of regret in his reply.
Jim asked, âIf that is the case, this old lady right here is not sick. She is just possessed.â
âShe is ill, anyway. The demon possessing her is sucking the life out of her as we
speak,â said Alex.
âCan we save her?â
âOf course! Easy!â
Alex walked toward the bed with a smile on his face and tried to yank the little demon
away. It shrieked and attempted to flee, only to have its path blocked by Alex.
Instead, it turned around and ran toward a screaming, terrified Jim.
Alex waved his hand as the little demon was ensnared, possibly by an invisible net.
He suddenly realized an emblem on the little demon pointing in a direction to the
front-right.
âIt has an owner. Interesting. I wonder who that is?