I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne was taken aback, not expecting that even his bard performance skills had improved. It seemed that he had gained the trust of the two people in front of him by pretending to be a charlatan.

Last time, Paul didn't fully believe it.

Old Billy, his hands trembling, pulled a roll of money from his pocket, carefully placed it into the pile of bones in front of Wayne, and said:

"Master, thank you for your blessing. It's so lucky to meet a true voodoo medium here. I have some friends who are also corrupted by evil spirits and need your blessing. Could you...?"

Wayne nodded calmly and said:

"Poor children, since you have left your homeland to come to this land, it is my duty to take care of you on behalf of Bondiye."

Old Billy was overjoyed. He immediately knelt down on one knee, touched the ground with his right hand, and then gently touched his heart twice, his eyes welling up with tears.

The way he looked at Wayne was like that of a wanderer returning home to see an elder from his hometown.

"Go ahead," Wayne said calmly.

Old Billy and Paul immediately thanked them again and left the tent.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the tent:

"Why is this only worth two hundred dollars? He used at least five different enhancement agents, it should be worth at least five hundred dollars!? Don't even think about taking it for less than five hundred dollars!"

It was David's voice.

Wayne frowned, lifted the curtain and stepped out of the tent. He saw David holding the drug addict who had just died, arguing with a man in a simple protective suit. A familiar-looking van was parked next to them.

"He inhaled at least five different enhancers! I've seen all the guys in your biotech companies and labs; the more enhancers they inhaled, the more bizarre their deaths, and the higher the price they fetch. Don't try to fool me!"

David said excitedly.

"Relax, relax, buddy. This guy has a registered identity. He's not an unregistered person. We need to contact his family before we can sell his body. The two hundred dollars is just a tip fee. Otherwise, we wouldn't give you a single dollar... This is American law, and I don't have the final say."

The person wearing simple protective clothing spoke, clearly with a Tokyo University accent.

Wayne recognized the voice and went over to take a look. It turned out that the corpse collector was someone he knew—the same corpse collector from East University he had met on the first night after his transmigration.

The young man who gave him the cephalosporin and the hamburger.

Wayne then said:

"David, brother, two hundred it is. Don't make things difficult for this brother."

The body collector turned around upon hearing Wayne's words, and was taken aback by his appearance—covered in a blanket—and said:

"Thank you for your understanding. This is the policy, and we are just following the rules. If you had unidentified corpses, you could actually sell them for a higher price."

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"You're welcome. I should be thanking you, brother. Thank you for the hamburger and the medicine."

The other person was startled again, then suddenly remembered something and said in astonishment:

"It's you!? You're the one who ate the seagull that night..."

The young body collector was deeply shocked.

Witnessing the other person eating seagulls with his own eyes, his face covered in blood, in the tent that night was a huge shock to him, and it still feels like it happened right before his eyes.

In just two days, the other party's condition had improved significantly. At least he no longer seemed to be on the verge of coughing up blood and dying. Moreover, he was living in a brand new tent and had become the de facto leader of the two black homeless men present.

Compared to the other party's situation at the time, it was a complete upheaval.

Wayne nodded, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and said:

"Yes, it's me. David, give the stuff to this brother."

David realized that Wayne must be an old acquaintance of the other party, so he said "Oh" and moved the body to the other party's truck.

The young body collector raised his fist at Wayne and said:

"Thanks, brother. You can call me Alex. Do you hang around around here? Speaking of which, I have a job. The biology lab is looking for... um... baby corpses. If you come across any, contact me. I can sell them for a high price."

He didn't know why, perhaps because of the preconceived notions he had about the other person, but he had a strange sense of trust in the man in front of him.

Side Quest: Acquisition Commission of the Dark Court Vampire Breeding Grounds

[You have received an acquisition offer from the Dark Court's Vampire Breeding Institute. Do you accept?]

Wayne extended his fist and bumped it with the other person's, saying:

"Okay, we'll definitely call you if we run into you. Also, if you need anything else, please let me know."

The other party nodded, seemingly satisfied with having Wayne as a street informant. He then pulled out ten twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Wayne before pulling the corpse away.

After the body collectors left, Wayne and the other two returned to their tent.

Wayne took the money left by Paul and old Billy from the earthenware jar containing the bone pile ritual implements and counted it carefully. It totaled $500—old Billy had given him $100 more, plus the $200 he had just received, for a total of $700.

Looking at the stack of money, David couldn't help but say excitedly:

"I made $700 in one night! Being a doctor is definitely the most lucrative job!"

Mike, standing to the side, calmly said:

"That's not enough. We're still far from $20,000. We need to go out and promote it more these next few days, but unfortunately, the people we know are all from the lower classes..."

They all understood that those who truly had some money and social status, even "American citizens" living in the most ordinary neighborhoods, would not go to a street tent to find a homeless person to exorcise evil spirits.

The only people who can come to them are homeless people and illegal immigrants.

They're all just as poor as them.

Wayne comforted him:

"It's okay, bro, this is a good start. Remember what that corpse collector said? Maybe we can find some rare corpses and make another fortune."

The three chatted for a few more minutes, then Wayne returned to his tent, lay down on the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

[Mental Strength: 0.2/0.6]

The biggest drain on his mental energy is the energy he uses to heal others. After healing two people in a row, his mental energy had dropped to 0.2 points, and he desperately needed to sleep to recover.

Fortunately, most of the time when dealing with common illnesses, there's no need to activate any special skills; just administer a lot of medication.

He slept soundly until he naturally woke up. When Wayne opened his eyes, the sunlight was already streaming into the tent. He patted little Wick's head beside him and looked at the control panel:

【Class: Adventurer (Level 1, no class path selected)】

Titles: Royal Court Rebel (Greater chance to gain favor from dungeon streets); Voodoo Medium (20% more effective against Voodoo followers)

Physical strength: 1.0/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.6/0.6

HP: 30/60

Experience points: 76/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 40%); Familiarity in a Foreign Land (Passive 50%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialist); Compound Making (Beginner 70%); General Medicine (Advanced 70%)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 40%)

Status: Recovering from a serious illness

After a night's sleep, my mental strength has recovered to 0.6/0.6, and my health has returned to 30/60. I feel much better overall.

He threw off the blanket, yawned, and then lifted the tent flap, only to be startled.

Outside the tent, a long line of at least a dozen people had already formed, all looking at his tent with expectant expressions.

The first person was none other than old Billy, whom he had just cured last night!

Seeing Wayne peek out, old Billy cheered and said:

"The spiritual medium is awake! He's awake!"

A commotion broke out in the line behind.

Immediately afterwards, old Billy carried a woman holding a child into Wayne's tent and said:

"Master, this is my daughter and nephew Billy. He's been vomiting a lot lately, he must be possessed by evil spirits. Please help him exorcise them."

Just as the chubby child was pushed in front of him, Wayne suddenly smelled a foul odor.

Unlike the sour smell of a homeless person from not bathing or the stench of a dead body, the chubby boy in front of me smelled of decay.

Wayne immediately looked at the other person's feet.

The child's right foot seemed hesitant to stand, and there were stains seeping from the shoe.

This is a little sugar figurine.