Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! - Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Soul-Sucking Bell

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

At six in the afternoon, the master and disciple finally left.

The two of them had no choice but to leave.

At some point, the surroundings were filled with onlookers.

They watched Master Yuan with great interest as he danced around.

Master Yuan’s face was ashen. He walked forward at a speed that did not match his age.

That was too fucking embarrassing!

After living for over a hundred years, he was played like a monkey for the first time.

Even though Chen Yu knew he wanted to enter, he still refused to show his face.

It was obvious that he wanted to embarrass him!

The middle-aged man following behind did not dare to breathe too loudly.

His master was in a fit of anger. At this time, no matter what he said, he would be used as a punching bag.

Over the years, his master had taken in more than ten disciples.

He was the only disciple left alive.

A few minutes later, the master and disciple appeared in a five-star hotel suite. “Cali Wen Xinghui and tell him that something has happened. Tell him to wait patiently for a few more days,” said Master Yuan with a murderous aura.

The middle-aged man didn’t dare be negligent and walked to the corridor with his phone.

He dialled Wen Xinghui’s number and gave him a random excuse.

A moment later, the middle-aged man re-entered the room.

The middle-aged man gasped when he saw the item in his master’s hand.

“Master, you want to take away Chen Yu’s soul?”

The middle-aged man asked carefully.

“Chen Yu’s other abilities aren’t that great,” Master Yuan said coldly. “But he’s quite talented in the array formations.”

“I can easily resolve the Illusory Formation he set up.”

“Who knew that this person would add other formations to it, all interconnected?”

“Chen Yu wants to fight with me, so 1 naturally won’t let him down.”

Speaking of this, Master Yuan’s face was full of sarcasm.

“At midnight, hang this Soul-sucking Bell on the main entrance of Chen Yu’s shop.”

“Then, like this…”

“Yes.” The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. “Master, with your resourcefulness, the three supreme heads of the mystic sects are not even worth being compared to you.”

“Chen Yu will definitely be defeated. He will obediently do whatever you ask him to do, Master.”

“Humph!”

A smug expression appeared on Master Yuan’s face.

Unhindered in the world for a hundred years, how difficult was it for him to deal with Chen Yu?

A brat, still wet behind the ears, yet he dared to show off his skills in front of an expert?

What a joke.

He would play with him.

It would also make it much easier to let Chen Yu know how formidable he was before taking him in as a disciple.

At midnight, a figure quietly appeared near the psychological treatment room. The street was dead quiet. As the figure walked, he turned and looked around. As he approached the door of the psychological treatment room, the figure looked up at the window on the second floor.

The room was pitch-black, indicating that Chen Yu had already fallen asleep.

The middle-aged man sneered.

After offending his master, Chen Yu still dared to sleep peacefully. What a dumbass!

After confirming that no one was nearby, the middle-aged man took out the Soul-sucking Bell and a disposable hook.

He stood on his tiptoes and fixed the disposable hook in the middle of the door beam.

He hung the bell on the hook.

After doing all this, the middle-aged man took a few steps back. He smiled and muttered, “It’s your fortune to be able to catch Master’s eye. How dare you play tricks in front of him?”

“Now that you will lose your soul tomorrow, it serves you right.”

As he spoke, a gust of night wind blew.

The bell on the door rang slightly.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the middle-aged man entered a daze before snapping out of it.

“Master’s spiritual tool is sure powerful. Even from so far away, 1 almost fell for it!”

The middle-aged man shook his head hard.

He quickly left this place, as if a ferocious beast were before him.

However, he did not return to the hotel. Instead, he found a nearby food stall that was still open.

At dawn the next day, Chen Yu opened the door to the psychological treatment room.

Wearing cotton pajamas and slippers, Chen Yu walked out of the store.

Closing the door behind him, Chen Yu yawned as he walked toward a nearby breakfast shop.

In the dark, a pair of bright eyes stared at Chen Yu without blinking.

The owner of the eyes was stunned.

The Soul-sucking Bell had been ringing for an entire night. How could Chen Yu be fine?

As Chen Yu returned to the restaurant after breakfast, the middle-aged man’s expression changed from astonishment to shock.

The Soul-sucking Bell was Master Yuan’s unique magic tool, specially used to muddle people’s souls.

According to his master, he had spent a total of eight years refining this magic tool.

No matter which cultivator, their souls would be taken away once they encountered the Soul-sucking Bell.

After that, they would fall into a daze, like a walking corpse…

The current situation was too strange!

The Soul-sucking Bell, which specialized in dealing with cultivators, was ineffective against Chen Yu.

Not sure if Chen Yu had fallen for the trap, the middle-aged man suppressed the shock in his heart and continued hiding in the dark to observe.

Zhou Kexin walked into the store an hour later with her bag and earphones on.

Soon, the sound of two people conversing came from the shop.

“The Soul-sucking Bell is useless against Chen Yu?!”

In the hotel room, Master Yuan had the same shocked expression as his disciple.

It was absolutely impossible for the Soul-sucking Bell to fail!

This was no ordinary spiritual tool. It was a potent evil tool.

In it were hundreds of vengeful ghosts.

Once activated, the Soul-sucking Bell would emit a bewitching sound.

Ordinary people would not be affected too much.

On the other hand, cultivators would definitely fall for it in minutes.

As the hundreds of ghosts wailed with the chime of the bell, the deepest fear in one’s heart would cause one’s soul to become unstable and be sucked into the Soul-sucking Bell.

Chen Yu was also a cultivator, so why was he unscathed?

Master Yuan was someone who could do anything beneficial to his cultivation and kill anyone who stood in his way.

The spiritual tools in Chen Yu’s shop were highly beneficial to his cultivation.

Master Yuan had been using this trick to harm people for many years.

Unfortunately, he failed this time.

“Master, what should we do now?”

The middle-aged man asked nervously.

Master Yuan remained silent. His facial expression changed unpredictably.

“That Chen fellow seems to be more powerful than we thought. Even the Soul-sucking Bell can’t do anything to him…”

“Nonsense! My Soul-sucking Bell has never failed before. There must be a problem somewhere.”

Master Yuan warned the middle-aged man not to talk nonsense.

The Soul-sucking Bell was a spiritual tool that he had painstakingly created. Even the three sect masters of the mystic sect would be afraid of the Soul-sucking Bell.

It was impossible for Chen Yu to be immune to the Soul-sucking Bell.

“Tell me what happened last night before you return.”

“Remember, don’t miss a single segment!”

Master Yuan said sternly.

The middle-aged man immediately explained how he had hung the

Soul-sucking Bell outside Chen Yu’s shop last night.

After that, he went to the food stall to eat something.

Before dawn, he began to guard outside the psychological treatment room and closely watch the situation.

Chen Yu woke up early and went out to buy breakfast. He was in the same state as an average person.

From time to time, he would greet the pedestrians on the street.

Zhou Kexin arrived not long after she finished her breakfast.

The two of them chatted and laughed.

No matter how he looked at it, Chen Yu didn’t look like he had lost his soul.

“Cough!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted onto the middle-aged man’s face..