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

Chapter 79-80

"Mr. Chen, can we talk somewhere else?"

"Alright."

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, "Mr. Chen, can you tell me who you are?"

"Are you a mage, a warlock, or a fortune-teller?"

"We're not relatives, so why are you here to point out a way for me?"

"I'm a psychologist."

Chen Yu introduced himself.

"You look strange, and I feel like you have some kind of mental illness."

"Out of my professional ethics, I am here to give you therapy."

Chen Yu's 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.

"Through scientific psychological observation, your mental illness is inextricably linked to this black pearl on your neck."

"You can't tell?"

The fat stall owner automatically ignored Chen Yu's first part of the sentence.

He became uneasy again when he heard that his problems were related to the black pearl.

"I'll cure your mental illness, and you'll pay me a million yuan for your treatment."

"Also, I will take this pearl away. Do you have any more questions?"

Chen Yu asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"There's no problem with the money, but..."

The fat stall owner opened his mouth, feeling that something was wrong.

"Mr. Chen, don't tease me."

"There are no outsiders here. Tell me the truth, are you a mage or not?"

"Don't worry, 1 definitely won't report you to any authorities."

"You're the one who should tell the truth, not me," Chen Yu replied firmly.

"Besides, what I said was the truth."

Chen Yu looked at the black pearl in the fat stall owner's hand.

"As a doctor, let me give you some advice."

"Hiding your illness will only make your condition worse. Only by telling the truth can you get rid of the illness."

At this moment, the fat stall owner was 100% sure Chen Yu wasn't a psychologist.

How could a psychologist tell that his problem was related to a pearl?

Chen Yu was probably afraid of the authorities' 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 weren't for settling his karma, Chen Yu wouldn't have bothered coming here in the middle of the night.

Wouldn't it be better to play his mobile games in bed instead?

"Why? You still don't want to talk?"

"I'll talk!"