Five-Year Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

George was currently lowering his head in shame. He had been a human for more than fifty years and a ghost for several more. At this moment, he was actually a little nervous.

Perhaps it had been too long since he last evaluated himself.

"And then? What does this have to do with you guys abducting children?"

Lauren sat cross-legged on the bed. Her hair draped behind her back and she looked as exquisite and beautiful as a doll.

"Two years ago, a male ghost called Miles Parker came to us and asked if we wanted to improve our cultivation. Of course we wanted to. The mission he gave us was to go to all sorts of places to look for children."

"Did you choose those missing children yourself?"

George nodded.

"Yes, our cultivation is not high enough. We don't dare to approach people with too much positive energy, so we can only look for children with weaker energy."

Lauren finally understood why did all the missing children come from single mothers' families.

The presence of a father would cause the energy in the children to become denser, and these wandering ghosts did not have enough abilities to control the children with stronger positive energy.

"Then where were these children sent to in the end?"

"This..."

George hesitated for a moment, as if he was afraid that he would be taken revenge if he said it out loud.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. I'll definitely catch Miles Parker that you mentioned!"

"Alright, every time we find those children, we'll first use chloroform that Miles Parker provided us to make that child lose his consciousness. In this way, the children will obediently follow us, then we'll send them to a warehouse at the place you went to yesterday."

Lauren immediately felt energized. "A warehouse? Bring me there quickly!"

"It's no use. The warehouse is just a transit station. After we bring the children there, they will bring the children to other places. As to what other places, we don't know."

Nonetheless, Lauren still went to the warehouse with Ben personally.

"Going to that damned place again?"

"Mr. Carson, fifty times your salary!" Lauren stretched out her hand and made a five and then a zero.

Sure enough, money made things happen! Ben agreed immediately and completely forgot how regretful he was about last night.

He had gone there once yesterday, so he was more familiar with the way today. Also with George leading the way in front of him, he was confident in finding his way.

"Miss Torres, so ghosts can move so fast?" Ben looked at George who was leading the way in front and asked in puzzlement.

The speed of this ghost was about the same as the speed of a car. If this ghost could deliver food, it could earn a lot of good reviews in a day!

"The higher the cultivation of a ghost, the faster the speed of its movements. George has been a ghost for seven years. His cultivation has also increased greatly in the past two years because of kidnapping children."

"I have even seen a flying ghost before! But now, this ghost is also obediently lying in the soul storage box. If Mr. Carson wants to see it, I'll let it perform for you next time."

Ben thought, 'Oh my, performing? But it's a ghost!'

After turning left and right, they still had to walk a small path to reach the warehouse that George mentioned.

The warehouse was old and dilapidated. There were a lot of very tall weeds outside, blocking the door.

With George's guidance, they successfully pushed away the weeds and found the door. The door was tightly shut.

"This door will usually only open when we receive a mission."

"When do you usually receive a mission?"

"It depends. Sometimes we need a lot of children at one time, and sometimes we don't have a mission for a long time."

Ben tried to open the door with a card, but the factory used the most traditional lock. This kind of opportunistic method was useless.

He circled the factory once, but he did not find any windows. In the end, he returned to the front door.

"Since we can't enter by ourselves..."

Lauren placed her hand on her chin and pretended that she had a beard as she touched it.

She had learned this from watching TV dramas. All the CEOs in the show liked this action.

"Miss Lauren, this lock is bigger than your fist. Don't get hurt!"

"I won't force my way in...oh, I got an idea!"

After saying this, Lauren took out a bronze-framed mirror from her pocket dimension.

This mirror was very exquisite. Its oval-shaped wooden frame was carved with delicate butterflies, and it looked like an antique.

This was a reward for Lauren's completion of the task last year. Now she finally had the opportunity to use it.

Ben took the mirror curiously and flipped it back and forth.