"Hello, I'm Zhou Haidong."
The old man stood up and graciously reached out his hand to greet Sun Yan.
In North America, being a Chinese invited by the local police to serve as a Spiritual Consultant indicates a formidable prowess.
Thinking of what the old man said when he left, Sun Yan shook hands and asked, "Uncle, can you tell if there's something troubling about me?"
"The aura of an Evil God, very foul, like disgusting sewer sludge. It seems someone has their eyes on you."
Zhou Haidong took out a paper talisman from his chest pocket and handed it to Sun Yan: "Burn this talisman paper into ashes, mix it with clear water, and apply it to where you're hurt. It will guarantee your safety."
Raymond saw Zhou Haidong's actions and enthusiastically introduced, "Mr. Haidong's talisman paper is quite effective, helping our police department solve a lot of problems caused by Evil Spirits over the years."
"Thank you." Sun Yan received the yellow talisman and nodded politely.
