Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All! - Chapter 79
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Chapter 79: Chapter 79 A Profiteer Blinded By Greed
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
âBrat, are you so bored that you deliberately came here to make fun of me?â
The fat stall ownerâs face was filled with displeasure.
It was no wonder Chen Yu was bargaining in reverse.
After all the fuss, it turned out that he was played for a fool.
Giving away antiques for free? Nah.
He got to pay his âbuyerâ a million yuan to âsellâ it to him.
Was this something a normal person would do?
âI can help you get rid of your suffering,â Chen Yu replied calmly. âIf you believe me, then do as I say.â
âIf you donât believe me, then youâre on your own.â
After saying this, Chen Yu took a step forward and prepared to leave.
âWait a moment.â
The fat stall owner felt Chen Yuâs words had a hidden meaning.
What did he mean by helping him get rid of his suffering?
âSpeak clearly. What are you here for?â
â1 came here to save you from your sea of bitterness,â Chen Yu said as he turned his head.
Hearing this, the fat stall owner sized up Chen Yu once again.
Chen Yu was wearing ordinary clothes.
He didnât look like he had anything valuable on him, so he shouldnât be the kind of wealthy kid who was so bored that he had to make fun of others deliberately.
The expression on Chen Yuâs face was profound, and he did not look like a retard.
After thinking about it, the fat stall owner was unsure what this person in front of him was up to.
The fat stall owner called Chen Yu back while carefully considering his words.
âYouâre in deep danger and donât even know it.â
âOther than me, no one can solve your problem.â
Chen Yu added unhurriedly.
âThink about it, the strange things happening around you recently.â
âWho⊠Who exactly are you?!â
The fat stall owner seemed to have changed into a different person altogether the moment he heard âstrange thingsâ.
The suspicion on his face disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was deep, deep fear.
The fat stall ownerâs life had been unusually unlucky in the past few months.
He was unlucky but somehow obtained this rare pearl without spending a single cent.
The fat stall owner thought his ancestors were blessing him with a windfall of fortune.
He never expected all sorts of strange and bizarre things would befall him one after another.
Looking at Chen Yuâs profound appearance, the fat stall ownerâs heart jolted.
âYoung man, no, no, no. Sir, may 1 know your name?â
The fat stall owner took out a cigarette and handed it over with a smile.
âMy name is Chen Yu.â
Chen Yu rejected the cigarette.
âIâm asking you one last time. Do you want to pass me the pearl?â
âMr. Chen, can we talk somewhere else?â
âAlright.â
The fat stall owner asked another stall owner he knew to help him look after his stall before leading Chen Yu to the end of the street.
After confirming that no one was nearby, the fat stall owner lowered his voice and asked, âMr. Chen, can you tell me who you are?â
âAre you a mage, a warlock, or a fortune-teller?â
âWeâre not relatives, so why are you here to point out a way for me?â
âIâm a psychologist.â
Chen Yu introduced himself.
âYou look strange, and I feel like you have some kind of mental illness.â
âOut of my professional ethics, I am here to give you therapy.â
Chen Yuâs acting skills were on full display, stunning the fat stall owner.
The fat stall owner believed that Chen Yu was someone from the mystic arts, yet Chen Yu claimed that he was nothing but a psychologist.
Since when did psychologists research superstitious stuff?
The fat stall owner opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
âThrough scientific psychological observation, your mental illness is inextricably linked to this black pearl on your neck.â
âYou canât tell?â
The fat stall owner automatically ignored Chen Yuâs first part of the sentence.
He became uneasy again when he heard that his problems were related to the black pearl.
âIâll cure your mental illness, and youâll pay me a million yuan for your treatment.â
âAlso, I will take this pearl away. Do you have any more questions?â
Chen Yu asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
âThereâs no problem with the money, butâŠâ
The fat stall owner opened his mouth, feeling that something was wrong.
âMr. Chen, donât tease me.â
âThere are no outsiders here. Tell me the truth, are you a mage or not?â
âDonât worry, 1 definitely wonât report you to any authorities.â
âYouâre the one who should tell the truth, not me,â Chen Yu replied firmly.
âBesides, what I said was the truth.â
Chen Yu looked at the black pearl in the fat stall ownerâs hand.
âAs a doctor, let me give you some advice.â
âHiding your illness will only make your condition worse. Only by telling the truth can you get rid of the illness.â
At this moment, the fat stall owner was 100% sure Chen Yu wasnât a psychologist.
How could a psychologist tell that his problem was related to a pearl?
Chen Yu was probably afraid of the authoritiesâ recent crackdown on feudal superstition, so he deliberately found an excuse for his mystic arts.
What a lousy excuse, too, the fat stall owner retorted silently.
If it werenât for settling his karma, Chen Yu wouldnât have bothered coming here in the middle of the night.
Wouldnât it be better to play his mobile games in bed instead?
âWhy? You still donât want to talk?â
âIâll talk!â
When the fat stall owner finally encountered someone with a mysterious identity who could pinpoint the crux of his problems, he didnât care whether Chen Yu was a mage or a psychologist.
It was better to talk about his strange encounters.
A few months ago, the fat stall owner went to the countryside to collect antiques worth tens of thousands.
A profiteer like him would usually lie to buy antiques at a low price.
If he met a farmer who knew nothing, he would lower his price as much as possible.
If he met someone who knew something, all kinds of nonsense and excuses would fly out of his mouth.
This time, he received half a broken piece of porcelain from a villager.
Judging from the texture and shape, it looked like Tri-colored glazed pottery from the Tang Dynasty.
Unlike the various types of glazed pottery on the modern market, the Tri-colored glazed pottery from the Tang Dynasty only had one function in ancient times.
It was a burial item.
The fat stall owner sensed that the thing must have come out of a tomb.
Relying on his years of observation, he discovered that the item had recently been dug up from a tomb.
The villager found it near a bottomless hole near his farm.
Out of curiosity, he called a few of his companions to go down together, and they found an ancient tomb.
The tomb was mostly empty except for a coffin without a lid in the middle.
A dried corpse lay inside.
The surrounding walls seemed to be painted with murals.
The few farmers who went down were worried that this place was haunted and did not dare to stay long.
One of them picked up some jars, and they all climbed up.
Upon hearing the news, the fat stall owner, obsessed with money, immediately went in after asking for the location.
He had found this black pearl in the mouth of the corpse.
He guessed it must be a black pearl buried to guide the dead in the underworld.
Strange things began to appear continuously after he obtained this black pearl.
First, his house caught on fire for no reason.
His wife and child were later injured in all kinds of unimaginable incidents.
What shocked the fat stall owner even more was what followed.
One day, he came out to set up his stall and suddenly fainted.
When he woke up, he was lying in the hospital.
The doctor said that there was a tumor in his body that was developing in a vicious direction.
âYou dare take something from a dead personâs mouth? Youâre really bold.â
Chen Yu sneered inwardly.
Profiteers were all the same.
They were willing to give up their lives for the sake of money.
This fat stall owner thought it was a luminous black pearl, but little did he know that this thing almost took his life.
It was not a regular, luminous black pearl.
It was a Fiend Suppressing Pearl..