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

Chapter 271-272

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, I 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.