My Lusty Wicked Degenerate System-Chapter 15: Child Ghost In Yakov’s Head

After thinking for a while, Walker opened the door and said, "Come in."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much, senior!" Yakov was overjoyed when he heard that and followed him into the room.

Walker sat on the sofa carelessly. As soon as the cigarette was taken out, he immediately took out a lighter and lit it. His movements were very skillful and he was indeed a good material for a lackey.

After lighting the cigarette, Yakov stood aside respectfully with a humble attitude. Seeing that Walker was smoking a pack of cigarettes that cost 10 dollars, he flattered him and said, "Senior, you have really good taste. This cigarette is not expensive but tastes good."

"I know there is a supreme version of this. If you don't mind, I'll get you a few to try and see if the taste suits you."

He is really a good slave. Walker glanced at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense to me. If you have to fart, fart quickly."

"Yes, yes!"

Yakov said with a bitter face: "Senior, I feel that my luck has been very bad recently. I always lose when playing cards, which is a small matter. My career is not going well. I always have nightmares when I sleep. I am listless and energetic every day. And I feel uncomfortable all over my body."

"If you feel comfortable, there will be a ghost!"

Walker raised his hand, flicked out a smear of cinnabar and dotted it on his forehead: "Go look in the mirror and you will know."

Yakov walked to the mirror in confusion, and what he saw frightened him so much that he sat down on the ground, his face turning pale instantly.

There was a baby lying on top of his head. It looked like a newborn weighing only five or six pounds, but its skin was a strange black color, and it was obviously a dead baby. But now it was as well-behaved as if it was sleeping in its mother's arms.

Yakov was so scared that his butt was wet. He reached out to take the thing off, but found that his hand went through and he couldn't touch the child at all.

His face turned pale and his legs were too weak to stand up. He quickly crawled to Walker's legs, knelt down, kowtowed, cried and begged: "Senior, you must save me, where did this dirty thing come from?"

"He's just a kid, why are you so scared?" Walker yawned and said lightly, "Okay, if you know the reason, get out of here and don't disturb my sleep."

Upon hearing this, Yakov hugged Walker's thighs and cried, "Senior, please save my life. What on earth is this thing? Why would it hurt me for no reason?"

Walker kicked him away in disgust and cursed angrily, "Get away from me! Why should I save you?"

Yakov kowtowed and begged, crying, "Senior, as long as you save my life, I will do anything for you."

Walker chuckled, "Let the good people do that kind of good things. I am a crooked person and I am lucky enough not to add insult to injury. And you'd better take a piss and look in the mirror. Not just any cat or dog is qualified to be my slave."

As soon as Walker moved, Yakov crawled over and continued to kowtow, saying, "Senior, I deserve to die. I didn't use my waste. I didn't mean to offend you."

There were dozens of coins on the sofa table. That was all Walker had at the moment. He had just thrown them there when he took off his clothes.

Although Yakov was frightened, he was a man of great intelligence. Thinking of Walker's behavior of taking the golden seal, he immediately shouted, "Senior, please accept my slave. I have a small fortune, and I will give you any amount of money you want."

There was a particularly crisp sound. For some reason, Walker was furious after hearing this. He slapped him hard and cursed instinctively:

"You are as stupid as a pig. When you became a house slave, everything you have, including your wife, children and your life, belonged to me. How dare you say that your things are yours?"

This was extremely domineering. Yakov, who was always high and mighty, was always surrounded by people wherever he went. All the rich bosses had to look at his face. He had never been slapped in the face like this before.

However, Yakov was secretly delighted. He fell to the side and didn't care about the pain on his face. He quickly knelt down and said, "Senior, you are right. I beg you to condescend to take me as your servant. My life and everything I have belong to you."

"That's what you said!" Walker smiled sinisterly and raised his hand, and a black light hit his forehead.

Yakov was stunned. He also had a clear feeling but didn't know what was going on. He raised his head and looked at Walker with a puzzled look.

Walker sneered and said, "This is a restriction. If you dare to disobey me and betray me, then you can experience the feeling of a life worse than death. I guarantee that it will be more interesting than the little thing on your head."

"I dare not. From now on, I will be the master's slave."

When Yakov heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat and realized that the other party was not a good person.

Walker raised his hand, and the dead baby on his head flew to his palm. After taking a look, Walker said, "It's easy to take this little thing, but do you want to know who is harming you?"

"Is someone trying to harm me?"

Yakov's eyes widened, and the fear and uneasiness in his heart were replaced by anger. He even hesitated whether he should not provoke this evil guy. It was obvious that this guy was more terrifying than the dirty thing above his head.

Walker smiled and put the dead baby back on top of his head, saying, "What do you think? Raising a ghost child like this is a laborious and time-consuming task. It cannot be done without some financial resources and energy. It is an evil method that costs a lot of money in the ancient times."

Yakov was no longer afraid, but furious. He wiped away his tears and his eyes turned red. He clenched his fists and said, "Master, please help me. I must find out who is trying to harm me."

To raise a ghost child, you naturally need a ghost mother. This kind of thing needs women's milk to feed, and it also needs some strange evil tools. Maybe you can get some good stuff.

Walker suddenly found it interesting and said with a smile: "Get me some clothes and then go to your house to have a look."

Yakov was overjoyed: "Okay, thank you for troubling me, Master."

The driver was driving attentively. As soon as Yakov got in the car, he said, "Master, this is my confidant. He will never say anything."

Walker was too lazy to talk. It was hard to find clothes in the middle of the night, so he changed into his old set for fear of wasting time. Mainly because his godfather had said that this magical power would be useless after dawn, so Walker did not dare to delay.

Yakov was filled with fear and hatred at this moment. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Master, I have been so unlucky recently because of this bad guy. What on earth does he want to do to me?"

Walker closed his eyes and said, "This little thing is eating away your luck and sucking away your lifespan. There's a saying that goes 'your luck has run out. Think about what will happen to you when that happens.'"

"How poisonous!" Yakov said angrily: "Master, I just can't understand why the other party, if he hates me so much, doesn't just kill me."

"Haha, either they don't have the ability to kill you, or they don't want you to die so easily. Your luck is getting lower and lower, and you will encounter more bad luck. By then, your spirit will be tortured and your body will slowly collapse. In this process, you will experience the pain of living a life worse than death."

"Generally speaking, the fate of a person of your status will not be bad. But when your luck gradually fades, the dirty things will come to you. At that time, perhaps death will be a relief for you."

Walker said lightly, "There are many ways to die. Beheading is the most easy death, and the most painful is torture, which requires three thousand cuts in three days and three nights."

Yakov understood everything immediately. His face was grim and he said angrily, "Damn it, who is so cruel to do this to me? If I find him, I will tear him into pieces."

The car slowly drove into a fashionable residential area. Such a high-ranking official lives in a high-rise building instead of a villa, so it is not clear whether we should say that he is incorruptible.

Yakov asked the driver to wait in the car and eagerly took Walker upstairs.

The front door looks very ordinary, but once the door is opened and the lights are turned on, it becomes magnificent. The first floor is a magnificent living room with a huge crystal chandelier that is very luxurious. The European-style decoration looks particularly high-end.

Moreover, this is a duplex luxury house. I wonder how much of the people's money has been squeezed out of it.

"Master, please!"

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs, and a young woman with long hair came down and said in surprise: "Honey, you came back so late, is there something important you forgot to take?"

The young woman had an oval face, eyebrows as thin and slender as the moon, beautiful and bright eyes but with a kind of pitiful sorrow, a small nose that was straight and upturned, and a rosy little mouth that was as red as a rose even though she didn't wear lipstick.

Her facial features are already stunning, and when combined together, she looks like a fairy. She is charming yet gentle. She is full of femininity from head to toe.

She was wearing a silk nightgown, her arms were white, and her breasts were so bulging that one could imagine how huge they were. Her posture exuded a natural elegance. She didn't deliberately pose in a coquettish manner, but one could tell at a glance that she must have an impressive figure.

When the elegant young woman saw her husband bringing a young boy back, she was stunned at first, then frowned slightly, and felt vaguely that the handsome boy looked a little familiar.

Walker was stunned by this beauty at first sight, and then he recognized that she was an acquaintance.

Teacher Faye, who was his music teacher for half a year in high school and was beautiful and had a good figure, was always restless during adolescence. She was the ideal object of many boys and teachers' wet dreams.

She was already beautiful enough at that time, but he didn't expect that she would become even more feminine after she matured. Compared with when she was in school, she was more awe-inspiring and attractive.

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