Chapter 390 Her Gorgeous Patient Is Well-informed

Unconsciously, Wynter checked her phone's clock. The time was precisely 9:00 p.m. At this time, earthbound spirits shouldn't show up. “Oh, you should get used to it and develop it,” she remarked calmly, locking out the window and squinting slightly. Logan could not speak. Why did he have to create such a thing? Dalton, who was drinking his tea, arched a little eyebrow. "What do you hope he will grow into?" "His constitution." In principle, this qualifies him to work as a ferryman. Wynter then clarified to the perplexed Logan, "It's known as the reaper in movies." The underworld pays you to lead the souls to their rightful place in the afterlife. Recognize? Logan's face became white. "I know, Wynter, but I don't think my bravery is appropriate for this line of work. It sounds very risky. "Yes, I have heard that if you are not careful, your soul will be lost." Wynter grew grave. "Even I have never seen it before." Logan was taken aback. "Why are you discussing it as though this position actually exists if you haven't seen it?" But Dalton listened rather amusedly. His sweet, quiet voice reverberated in Wynter's ears.