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"Excessive?" Second Uncle flicked the bottle with his finger and said, "This little thing is called Six Ghostly Female Spirit Boxes. It's quite troublesome to make because the Ajan used ancient methods from Cambodia instead of Thai sorcery. There are very few people in all of Thailand who can create this. Not to mention the Spirit Summoning Incantation drawn on the box, just the six bottles of Corpse Oil alone would sell for thousands each. It was already generous of me not to report the robbery of your personal belongings, and now you're trying to haggle with me? Besides, do you even know what happened to your girlfriend?"
Chen Lin looked at the bottle, shook his head, and waited for an explanation.
Second Uncle said, "The spirits in this bottle died due to love-related matters. You don't even know what they are; don't even think about it, they definitely haven't received any offerings."
Chen Lin quickly replied, "I have made offerings; I burn incense for them every day and have put out many offerings."
"Burning incense is hardly an offering; do you think this is like praying to Buddha?" Second Uncle scoffed. "Not only did you fail to make a proper offering, but you also threw away one of the bottles. Committing these two major taboos means it's a miracle that the spirits didn't come after you directly. Ultimately, it was your girlfriend who shielded you from this disaster. The spirits in the bottle are bound by the Ajan and cannot be freed; they just happened to attach themselves to your girlfriend when she made a mistake. When you saw her cutting meat into the bottle at midnight, that was actually the spirits looking for a substitute. If your girlfriend had jumped off a building last night, the spirit in that bottle would be her soul now. It's ridiculous that you pretend to understand while letting your girlfriend's flesh soak in Corpse Oil for so long, making the possession worse and worse. I'm only adding one hundred thousand because you're Chinese; if you keep talking nonsense, I won't handle this for less than a million!"
Possession, in simple terms, is what Chinese people refer to as ghosts attaching themselves. Chen Lin understood this much. He instinctively glanced at his girlfriend on the bed; her face was pale. After a moment, he stammered, "Can it be cured?"
"First, bring me the money!" Second Uncle glared.
"I... I don't have that much with me. Can I transfer it to you after I get back?" Chen Lin asked.
"Come back when you have enough money, but remember: for every extra day, it's an additional ten thousand Thai Baht; not a single cent less!" Second Uncle's tone was very firm, ready to leave immediately if Chen Lin didn't comply.
Chen Lin's expression changed repeatedly. He called out to Second Uncle and said, "Give me two hours; I need to think of a way."
Second Uncle raised his hand to check his watch and said, "I'll only give you half an hour; Ajan's time is precious. If he gets angry and puts a curse on you because of delays, I won't be able to help."
Chen Lin's face turned even paler, and he hurriedly made a phone call while running to the bank. I felt a bit uneasy and said to Second Uncle, "Isn't this a bit too harsh?"
Second Uncle snorted and replied, "If he doesn't bleed a little more, how can it be worth my waiting for over ten days?"
I was at a loss for words; three hundred thousand Thai Baht is equivalent to sixty thousand Renminbi. This is not a small amount. Although I didn't know how much Second Uncle could profit from this, judging by his expression, it seemed he would make at least half of that as profit.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Lin returned with one hundred thousand Thai Baht. He was sweating profusely and panting heavily. Second Uncle didn't care where the money came from; he reached out, counted it quickly, and then handed it directly to Ajan Dong's disciple. The heavily tattooed man stuffed the money into his waist pouch without any hint of politeness.
At this point, Second Uncle stepped back a few paces and invited Ajan Dong to take action. I wanted to move closer to see what the spirit possession was about, but Second Uncle pulled me aside by the door. Seeing his anxious expression as if something had gone wrong made me want to laugh.
However, just as that thought crossed my mind, I heard an extremely mournful scream. Looking into the room, I saw Ajan Dong holding a string of beads, pressing three fingers against the woman's forehead in an extremely strange posture. This seemingly ordinary action caused the woman to scream as if she were enduring unbearable pain. The scream was so loud that anyone who didn't know better might think she was giving birth.
Ajan Dong withdrew his hand and stood motionless by the bed. The woman opened her bloodshot eyes, her gaze filled with anger and fear, sending chills down my spine. Chen Lin had already been frightened into a state of weakness by her scream and was now sitting on another bed, dazed and unable to speak.
I watched as the woman slowly straightened up from the bed without bending her legs or using her hands for support. It was as if she stood up entirely on the strength of her heels. Such a bizarre scene made me break out in a cold sweat.
At that moment, a sudden knock on the door startled me. Second Uncle opened the door slightly and cursed in Thai at whoever was outside; soon after, I heard hurried footsteps leaving.
After standing up from the bed, the woman slowly faced Ajan Dong but did not lunge at him as I had imagined; instead, she kept retreating. Fear was evident in her eyes. Ajan Dong pulled out two small bottles—one red and one yellow. At the same time, when he took out a long slender wooden stick, he made a gesture.
The disciple who had been waiting nearby immediately jumped onto the bed and rudely grabbed the woman's hair, forcing her head down. The woman struggled fiercely, but Ajan Dong's disciple showed no mercy and kicked her at the knee joint. With a crack sound, she bent her legs involuntarily and knelt on the bed.
Ajan Dong's disciple continued to press down hard on her head like an executioner ready to carry out a sentence. No matter how much the possessed woman struggled, she could not match his strength; the creaking sound coming from her neck made my scalp tingle with fear. I worried that if they continued like this, they might break her neck outright.
Ajan Dong had never considered this point. Perhaps to him, it was enough to just complete his assigned tasks, and other matters were not worth paying attention to. He turned the two bottles of liquid in his hands upside down, continuously mixing them together. Soon, the two colors blended and transformed, ultimately forming a hue between dark green and dark red. I couldn't quite describe what it looked like; it was simply a very strange color.
At that moment, a creaking sound echoed in the room, and the scene before me made me feel extremely awkward. Ajan Dong's apprentice had actually grabbed the woman's clothing and tore it apart. With his strength, he could rip even cotton clothing apart, let alone in such hot weather when everyone was dressed minimally. That thin shirt could hardly withstand such force, leaving the woman's upper body completely exposed.
From my angle, I could even see her two rosy points. Chen Lin sat on the bed, opening his mouth as if to say something, but he never expressed any objections until the end.
Ajan Dong held the bottle and began pouring the liquid onto the woman. It wasn't just splashing; he was depicting something in a peculiar manner. Not understanding what was happening, I asked Second Uncle, "What is Ajan Dong doing?"
Second Uncle shot me a glare, seemingly annoyed that I would ask questions at such a moment. However, when he saw that Ajan Dong wasn't paying attention to us, he whispered, "One of those bottles contains Corpse Oil, and the other contains a girl's first menstruation mixed with Guman Powder. Both are extremely sinister substances typically used for drawing special spells. This woman has been possessed for several days; an ordinary Spirit Summoning Talisman probably wouldn't work on her. So Ajan Dong is likely planning to draw a talisman directly on her body to forcibly expel that little ghost."
"Drawing a talisman on her body? Is that effective?" I asked curiously.
"Of course it is," Second Uncle replied. "In Thailand, there are Tattooing Schools where even monks have tattooed people. However, they tattoo only official Buddhist scriptures; after being blessed and consecrated, they work similarly to Amulets. It is said that this practice originated during wartime when soldiers were afraid of losing their Amulets during battles."
I was astonished to hear this. I had always thought Amulets were just worn or offered; I didn't realize they could also be tattooed onto the body.
In China, tattoos are referred to as "inked symbols," which is actually influenced by Hong Kong films. Many young people learn from gangsters and get dragons or similar designs inked on their bodies to appear imposing. In reality, tattoos also have certain implications, especially for those ancient generals; while they may seem powerful, not everyone can handle them.
Many people get fierce-looking Evil Spirits tattooed on themselves and find themselves experiencing good fortune for a while before immediately encountering misfortune. Others might tattoo Guan Gong wielding a large blade and think they're invincible, only to end up being killed by someone with a knife. This is due to their inability to withstand the fortune brought by the tattoo; just like Guan Gong's defeat at Maicheng, they lose their lives.
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