Just when Arthur felt a strange touch of emotion, Old Charlie's words continued—
"Just like Maria, Joe, Vinica, Boli, Morgan, Wallace, Qiong, Eli, Clara, Bo'er, Vina, Meili.
I vowed.
I must bring them back."
The determination on Old Charlie's face was enough to make even the most devout zealot take notice.
However, the words themselves were enough to be rejected by anyone.
"Well, well, well, your pure love is truly great.
But as a competent spirit medium, I think you are disturbing their rest by doing so.
Disturbing the dead is not a good idea."
Arthur had no idea what to say.
At this moment, Arthur was completely at a loss.
Old Charlie, however, continued to smile.
Still with that look of "you don't understand now, but when you grow up, you'll understand."
That look made Arthur wish to punch the man.
Twenty-six!
Truly a scoundrel!
Excluding his grandmother, Old Charlie had twenty-six mistresses.
