Chapter 751 Some People Deserve It


    It wasmon sense to rest before an operation, yet Richie was rushing his contract, and his body


    was totally tensed. He finally let go of hisptop the moment he was pushed into the operating room.


    He smiled and said, "It’s done; I’m sure this is it!" The doctor was speechless.


    ke was patiently waiting in the hospital. If Master Dale did release the rich spirit, ke was sure that


    he woulde for it. The rich spirit was a strong one after all. As he expected, a thin and hunched


    middle-aged man appeared on the surveince camera. Actually, ke was not sure what Master Dale


    looked like. He was pinning down the scarecrow the other day, and it had no facial features at all.


    When he was tracking them to the market, they were actually brushed by someone in a suit. Although


    he merely nced at him for a split second, he still managed to recognize him. "So, this is Master


    Dale." He looked at the surveince camera, and he quietly headed his way. As long as he was a


    human, he could definitely catch him!


    The Master Dale was calcting as he walked, and he arrived at the Cancer Hospital. He nced up


    and confirmed that the rich spirit was indeed here. He had done something to his spirits so that only he


    could find them, but they could never find him. It was easy for him to find the rich spirit, but he felt


    somewhat tense and alert. He trusted his instinct, so he immediately called a taxi and fled! He made


    this move without any hesitation. He seriously cherished his own life. He told the taxi where to go, and


    he even changed into different taxis along the way. He used up every method he could think of and


    also changed the routes several times until he was safely back at the Medieval Garden.


    He calcted for a while and sighed in relief. He muttered, "Goddammit..." He knew he could not get


    the rich spirit back anymore. He still did not want to give up, so he went to search for the ghost


    matchmaker instead. Yet he could not sense the presence of her at all, and he realized that she was


    totally gone after doing an enchantment. He felt that he had lost a lot of precious things; he felt


    extremely unfair. He was in this field of work for so many years, and he was never as demeaned as he


    was at the moment. His tool had been blown the previous time, and this time, he sensed danger and


    had to escape like a loser. He was getting frustrated! "I’ll stay low for now." He was not backing up, but


    he would always retreat and n in order to win!


    ke had been chasing him for some time, and all of the traces suddenly disappeared. He muttered to


    himself, "It seems that I have to learn some enchantments and skills!" Master Dale is too sly! He’s not


    using anti-tracking techniques; he’s using metaphysics! I’m so upset!


    Lilly paid a visit to Richieter on the day; Valentine received the news, and he went even earlier than


    her. Richie was still unconscious, and her wife was surprised and asked, "Mr. Taylor, are you sure


    you’re visiting my husband with these foods?" Everything he had brought was junk food, and he


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    replied, "Yes." Richie’s wife was left speechless.


    Lilly arrived soon after, and she found out that the rich spirit was getting more arrogant as he was about


    to be able to get rid of his host. The rich spirit stared at Lilly and said, "We meet again. But I have a


    host now, so it’s useless for you toe looking for me." Lilly ignored him and pasted a talisman on


    Richie’s body, waiting for him to wake up.


    "Eh… Lilly?" Richie said weakly. He was worn out from the operation; his body was aching. The


    injection of medicine after the operation was causing him difort; at moments like this, the


    sensation was more prominent than ever. "Mr. Quinn, are you regretting it?" Lily asked sincerely,


    "You’re one step away from your death now."


    He was taken aback; he somehow felt that the Ruler of Hell was right in front of him. Am I dead? "I… I


    can spend ten million. No, no. Fifty million dors to buy five years of my life... can’t I do that?" He was


    trying his luck. Money could not buy everything, but without money, most people could do nothing. I can


    do it, right? It can work, can’t it? It was the first time that he was terrified of death; he always thought


    that earning money was the main goal of his life. The urge to earn money made him passionate; the


    sense of security when he received the money in his bank ount made him obsessed with this


    feeling; he could not stop the lust for wanting more money. Yet he felt that his physical body was nailed


    to the bed now; his soul and body seemed to be separating. He felt the sharp pain, but his soul could


    not be freed. He could not control his body; he could not move even an inch. "Am I dead?" He


    eximed, "I can’t feel my body."


    "The Ruler of Hell! Please! I’ll spend one hundred million... no, five hundred million dors... wait, every


    penny of mine... Please spare my life for five more years." She looked at him with sympathy; the rich


    spirit was still on top of him. So he was still experiencing the same thing as before. So, people will only


    realize what’s the most important thing when they’re dying. "Mr. Quinn, it’s just that the effect of


    anesthesia is not worn out yet!" She then continued, "I’m no Ruler of Hell anyway!" And she thought to


    herself, No! The Ruler of Hell is me. I’m the Ruler of Hell. But it makes no difference, even though I’m


    standing in front of humans. Some people just deserve whatever happens to them. There’s nothing we


    can do to change the bad consequences by just convincing the people...