Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Even so, his back was still covered in cold sweat.

His worried heart finally calmed down when he saw Obmar come out in his normal clothes.

"Let's go out quickly. This place is creepy."

"You think this place is creepy? You haven't seen something even scarier. If you want to be famous, you have to overcome these fears."

The two of them sped up and climbed up the stairs.

Quinn had never liked this parking lot as much as he did now. It felt good to be able to see the light again.

Perhaps it was because of the strange red lights on the basement floor, but Quinn felt he was seeing double images when he looked at the normal light. He kept feeling like there was a hazy red color blocking his vision.

"You heard what Pauline said just now, right? If you want to be famous, you can go look for her. Of course, this matter also depends on fate. Sometimes, you have to wait."

After saying that, Obmar patted his chest.

"Now that I have this necklace, there will definitely be a good director looking for me in less than a month."

Obmar was only 19 years old now. It was normal for him to be ambitious.

Besides, he had already tasted fame before. Now, he would definitely want more.

"Senior Obmar, is the god you just worshiped really that powerful and effective?" Quinn already knew the secret of getting Obmar to talk.

If he wanted to make someone lower his guard, he would have to praise him first.

Sure enough, Obmar felt proud when he heard Quinn call him senior.

He shook his head mysteriously and said in a low voice, "This is not an ordinary god. This is a worshiping ceremony from a foreign country. I can't tell you the details. You'll know when you try it."

"I heard Pauline say that when you worship this thing, you have to feed it and offer it your own blood in the morning?"

The wound on Obmar's wrist was now covered by the long sleeves of his clothes.

No wonder Obmar wanted to wear long sleeves - he wantedq to cover the wound.

"Yeah, this baby is very picky. If the food you feed her doesn't suit her appetite, she will be angry. So, you have to take good care of her."

As he said that, Obmar raised his right hand and gently stroked his neck. His clothes were very tight, so Quinn couldn't see the necklace at all.

However, Quinn knew that Obmar was caressing the necklace on his neck.

Although Obmar was still the same guy with acne and dark circles under his eyes from yesterday, Quinn felt that when he touched the necklace, his familiar facial features were a little unfamiliar.

It was as if he was possessed by something.

"Senior Obmar." He called out to Obmar and pulled him back from the world of the necklace.

"What's wrong?" Obmar put his hand down.

Quinn felt that Obmar had returned back to his old self.

"Did the other artistes in our company perform the same ritual as you?"

"As far as I know, only Pauline's artistes have had the opportunity to perform this ritual. For example, Cynthia and Jaxon, as well as those we had dinner with them yesterday, basically everyone became famous in this way."

"There are so many artistes nowadays. If we don't play some tricks, how can we stand out among the others?"

Quinn nodded.

As today's trip was not part of the usual work schedule, they did not use the car sent by the company, so they had to take a taxi back instead.

After walking past the parking lot and taking the elevator to the first floor, Quinn finally returned to the main road. He saw the familiar buildings and the bustling streets.

It was almost 11:30 am, and the sun was shining warmly on him.

Quinn took a deep breath and lamented that life was really full of beauty.

He decided not to come to the basement floor again.

As they had to go to the opposite side of the road to hail a taxi, they had to wait for the traffic lights to change. While they waited, the sound of children playing could be heard from behind them.

Suddenly, Obmar's leg was hit. A little boy was running with his head down, and did not look in front of him. So at the end, he knocked onto Obmar and fell down, crying loudly.

Quinn looked around, but he did not see the boy's parents.

He was about to squat down to comfort the little boy when he saw Obmar standing at the side. His expression was very indifferent, as if he did not see the little boy and did not hear his cry.

Quinn frowned as he patted the dust off the little boy's pants.

Why did he feel that Obmar's attitude was so familiar?

The red light on the sidewalk finally turned green.

"Quinn, my hired car is about to arrive. I'll be leaving first."

Quinn had no choice but to nod and stay behind to deal with the aftermath.