<h4>Chapter 1953: Departure, Hitching a Ride, a Quick Second Time</h4>


    <h4><strong>Trantor: </strong>Henyee Trantions <strong>Editor: </strong>Henyee Trantions</h4>


    Recalling what happened earlier, Bet’s heart raced and he couldn’t help but exim, “No… Huh?”


    He had barely shouted, when he suddenly choked.


    Luke was still standing in front of the mirror with an interested expression. He even touched his neck and mumbled to himself, “Hm, why does it feel a little cold?”


    Bet was lost for words.


    In the mirror, ‘Wilson’ was lost for words.


    !!


    Conversely, Luke wondered if he should take action now. No, it was too soon.


    Who knew what this thing was? What if it was like ‘Ghost Simon’ and escaped?


    He wasn’t afraid of this thinging after him, but that it would hide in fear.


    That would be a waste!


    Thinking that, he shed away and grabbed the dumbfounded Bet.


    Swoosh! Da Da Da! Bam!


    Footsteps rang out, followed by the sound of a door mming shut. Only two dumbfounded figures were left in the mall.


    A momentter, the two figures came back to their senses and pped the mirror angrily. Cracks appeared, and a word was put together on the mirror wall: “DIE!!!”


    In the meantime, Luke ran hundreds of meters with Bet and didn’t stop until the system notification that an unknown negative energy was trying to establish a link disappeared.


    Bet, who had shut up after shouting twice, was horrified, but his eyes lit up with hope. “You can help me? It’s targeting my wife and son.”


    “Your wife? Didn’t she be your ex-wife a month ago?” Luke looked at him in surprise. <i>Fortunately for you, your son doesn’t look like your neighbor.</i>


    Bet was shocked. “You investigated me?”


    “Yep.” Toozy to say anything else, Luke stuck out a thumb.


    Less than five secondster, a dusty RV stopped.


    A typical middle-aged white woman in the driver’s seat looked at Luke. “Need a ride?”


    Luke gave the ssic cold, overbearing and devilish smirk. “Yes, thank you very much, beautifuldy.”


    The middle-aged woman immediately flushed with excitement. “Get in, it just so happens I have the time.”


    Luke gestured at Bet. “I have apanion.”


    The middle-aged woman didn’t even spare Bet a nce. She leaned over and opened the passenger door. “He can sit in the back.”


    Be: … Why did he feel offended? He usually attracted the attention of women, especially middle-aged women like this one.


    Luke, who was already ying the ‘cool guy’ in the passenger seat, gave him a look to hurry up. Bet immediately opened the back door and got in. Fine, he was indeed a little less attractive than this Wilson.


    The RV started up, and Bet, who had given Luke his address, turnedpletely invisible as the middle-aged woman busied herself chatting with Luke.


    Bet and a ten-year-old girl in the backseat stared at each other speechlessly.


    What he found even more astonishing was how well and fast the middle-aged woman drove even as she continued chatting happily.


    Did the ‘cool guy’ give her the power of a veteran driver?


    Ten minutester, they got out of the RV. The middle-aged woman smiled reluctantly, but quickly drove off.


    Bet was at a loss. Thisdy was really carefree and didn’t waste any time.


    Luke, on the other hand, rejoiced inwardly. Thankfully, he had honed his Pheromone Control to the point of perfection, and could already give the target enough time without affecting their good impression of him.


    Otherwise, this enthusiastic big sister wouldn’t have left so easily! Even if her daughter was about to bete for dance ss, she wouldn’t have left.


    However, Luke used the conversation to give this big sister some mental therapy, which could effectively alleviate whatever stress she was feeling.


    It would cost at least 10,000 to 20,000 to see a psychiatrist, and the effect would still be two to three levels lower – Luke’s ‘hitchhiking fee’ was definitely worth it.


    …


    They silently went up to the house. Bet knocked on the door, and his ex-wife, Amy, looked at Luke warily.


    She was clearly more tense than that enthusiastic big sister. Being haunted was much scarier than a family conflict.


    Luke looked around the room and saw a lot of mirrors.


    But that was normal. In modern life, mirrors were everywhere.


    Luke and Bet sat down in the living room, and asked Amy to bring down her and Bet’s five-year-old son, Michael.


    Amy was a little uneasy, but Bet whispered something in her ear, and she went upstairs.


    Suddenly, she screamed. rmed, Bet ran upstairs.


    Luke, however, looked at his reflection in the ss cab not far away. It was smiling at him.


    He curled his lip. “Your smile is as stupid as always.”


    With that, he shed to a bedroom on the second floor.


    A little boy was looking at a mirror not far away in fear. In the mirror, his reflection was slowly cutting into his neck with a penknife.


    Bet was smashing the mirror like crazy, but the little boy in the broken mirror was still smiling as he shed at his own neck.


    Crying, Amy covered the wound on the boy’s neck with both hands and murmured, “God, help us! Help my baby!”


    Frowning, Luke snapped his fingers.


    Mental Interference activated!


    A mental energy field spread out, making the family of three dizzy and ufortable.


    At the same time, Luke’s mental energy field shed directly with another mental energy field.


    Faint screams and curses echoed in the room.


    Luke sneered. “You’re indeed not very smart.”


    Before he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers three times with his left hand, and Mental Resistance was instantly activated.


    The mental energy field, which was just barely on par with his, was instantly destroyed, and the gloomy room was suddenly filled with summer morning sunlight.


    Bet and Amy became clear-headed and alert at that moment. They looked at Luke as if they were seeing a miracle.


    Remembering that his son was injured, Bet shouted, “Call an ambnce!”


    Amy, however, begged Luke, “Please, save Michael. He’s just a kid.”


    “This…” Bet was stunned. Was that possible?


    Luke walked into the room and took Michael from Amy. “Turn around and don’t disturb me.”


    They subconsciously did as he said.


    A momentter, there was no sound behind them.


    Uneasy, Bet couldn’t help but turn around.


    Too many things had happened in the morning, and he couldn’t help but be suspicious. This Wilson… didn’t seem normal either!


    Then… he met Luke’s gaze.


    Luke calmly drew back his hand from Michael’s neck, and the Light of Life stopped.


    Originally, he could havepletely healed the kid’s wound, but the kid’s father was too jumpy.


    He could only leave a flesh wound first! He sighed inwardly. It would also prevent the couple from thinking that everything had been a hallucination.