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Unfortunately, from the moment she first did not oppose gambling, this matter was already beyond her control.
Zheng Xuezhang called me, and I foolishly told him that they could use red items or blood to cover the Spirit Child, thereby influencing Ajan's actions.
As a result, the father and son not only bought red cloth but also cut their palms with knives every day to drip blood onto the cloth. This way, Ajan could not reclaim the Spirit Child, and Zheng Xuezhang was able to sell his kidney as he wished, receiving thirty thousand dollars from the Black Market Merchant.
This thirty thousand dollars was converted into chips, and when His Father started losing, they all bet against the trend.
The outcome showed that they guessed correctly.
Thirty thousand turned into sixty thousand, sixty thousand turned into two hundred thousand, and the chips accumulated wildly. A week later, His Father had only ten thousand chips left after losing, while Zheng Xuezhang held over twenty-nine million in his hands.
In 2006, this was an enormous sum; not to mention buying a house, it could even buy a small island! Logically speaking, at this point, they should have been satisfied since this amount was something an ordinary person could never earn in a lifetime.
His mother thought so too; it was terrifying. If converted to cash, it could fill an entire room. She felt content and believed they could return to living together. However, the father and son were not satisfied and continued to gamble crazily.
What they did not expect was that no matter what, their profits could not exceed thirty million. It seemed that even this cheating method had reached the limit of the Spirit Child.
They refused to believe this curse, thinking that the money came from selling a kidney and was an extra "investment," so how could it be limited? After a day and night passed without breaking this spell, they had no choice but to return to their room with resentment and helplessness to rest.
Although very angry, the two still burned five million in cash as promised.
Hearing this made my heart skip a beat. Five million? Didn't they win thirty million? Logically, they should have burned ten million instead. After a moment of thought, I realized that Zheng Xuezhang must have believed that the other fifteen million was his own winnings and did not need to be burned for Ling Tong Gui.
His mother continued to chatter away. Another week passed, and when the father and son returned this time, they did not bring any money back. All of it was lost completely; not a single cent remained.
His mother was stunned. Nearly thirty million just vanished like that?
Zheng Xuezhang looked at the Wealth-Inviting Spirit Child Ghost, grinding his teeth and cursing, "If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have burned money for you! What a load of crap, Spirit Child, just a pile of dog shit!"
He raised his hand and smashed it down on the ground, shards scattering everywhere. His mother was startled, but seeing the hungry expressions on the faces of the father and son, she dared not say a word.
I was taken aback, my hair standing on end. Were these two really insane enough to smash the Wealth-Inviting Spirit Child Ghost? As for losing thirty million, I had already anticipated that and didn't find it surprising. In comparison, destroying the Ling Tong Gui was far more serious.
What was even more frightening was that after they smashed the Spirit Child, they did not go gambling again. Although losing thirty million was regrettable and sad, if it meant they could quit gambling for good, that would be a good thing.
However, the good thing never came to pass; instead, strange events began to unfold.
One night, she felt some movement beside her in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she nearly died of fright. Zheng Xuezhang was crouching by the bed, hands resting on the edge, with only his eyes visible, staring intently at her.
The look in his eyes was incredibly eerie, sending chills down her spine. She was so scared that she immediately tried to get up but felt something bump against her back. Turning around, she was even more terrified and couldn't breathe.
Because Zheng's Father was sitting on the bed at some point, also staring at her with that same strange gaze. Their eyes were so odd and unfamiliar, devoid of any emotion—just like corpses.
Her mother quickly turned on the light. As soon as the light came on, Zheng Xuezhang stood up and walked out. His father lay back down to sleep. Throughout the entire process, neither of them said a word.
Her mother was drenched in sweat from fear and didn't dare to sleep all night long, let alone turn off the lights.
But by the next day, both father and son showed no signs of anything unusual; aside from being somewhat less talkative than usual, they seemed just like before.
On another occasion, still at night, while she was half asleep and half awake, she heard voices outside. Waking up and turning on the light revealed no one beside her, so she decided to get out of bed to check.
When she opened her bedroom door, she found both father and son crouched on the floor, making crunching sounds as if they were eating something. She walked over and asked, "What are you two eating?"
No one answered; in the dim light, all she could see was their unmoving bodies. As she approached them, both turned their heads simultaneously. The angle made it look like something out of a ghost movie where heads turn from front to back. The strange expressions on their faces were unsettling—especially their cold eyes that seemed to be fixated on food—filling her with an overwhelming sense of fear.
Remembering the strange events of last night, her mother hurried to turn on the lights. When the lights came on, she saw that both father and son were covered in blood. They had pieces of something in their mouths and hands. Her mother took one look and immediately recognized the fragments as those of the Wealth-Inviting Spirit Child Ghost!
It was clear that the father and son were eating these things!
She recalled that these fragments had been swept into the trash can and taken away by the garbage truck. How could they possibly be here?
Terrified, she didn't dare to approach and could only shout the names of the father and son loudly. At that moment, they stood up, continuing to eat the pieces in their mouths, expressionless as they turned around and went back to their respective bedrooms.
Her mother had never seen such a bizarre situation before and dared not return to her room, instead squatting alone in the living room all night.
The next day, the father and son returned to normal, but the cuts on their mouths and hands proved that last night was not a hallucination. Her mother intended to take them to see a doctor, but when she mentioned this, both father and son turned their heads simultaneously to stare at her. Their emotionless gazes were like those of beasts ready to devour.
By this point, her mother was trembling all over, seemingly afraid to say more.
I was also sweating profusely, feeling a chill run down my spine. Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and called Second Uncle to inform him of this news. After listening, Second Uncle fell silent for a few seconds before cursing loudly, saying I shouldn't have sold such a powerful little ghost to such ignorant people; this would lead to great trouble!
I was frightened and quickly asked him what we should do now. Second Uncle seemed to be whispering something into his phone, then said, "Ask that woman if the father and son are still alive."
I immediately relayed this question. Her mother looked up at me with a cold smile and said, "Alive? Of course they're alive. If you don't die, how could we?"
Her expression and tone were completely different from before, which made me feel uneasy.
Second Uncle didn't know what was happening here; he continued speaking on the phone: "Child, if there's no wind in the house, Ajan wants you to pull out two strands of hair, twist them together, then wet them with your saliva and throw them on the ground. See if they fall while spinning or get blown away."
I looked up; there were no windows open in the house—there wasn't a hint of wind. Not daring to hesitate, I quickly pulled out some hair, twisted it together, licked it with my tongue, and threw it down while hearing Second Uncle say: "If it falls while spinning, then there's nothing serious..."
Before he could finish his sentence, I saw that the twisted hair was being blown toward the inside of the house as if by an unseen wind. I froze for a moment and couldn't help but tremble as I asked, "Second Uncle, what if... what if the hair doesn't fall down... it... it got blown away..."
Second Uncle fell silent for a moment, then shouted in an unusually urgent tone, "Run! That Spirit Child is in the house!"
I immediately felt all the hairs on my body stand on end and turned to flee without hesitation. However, just as I turned, I bumped into someone, and at the same time, I heard the sound of a door opening and closing.
The door that was closed was the one leading outside, while the one that opened was the bedroom door.
As I stepped back, holding my nose where I had bumped into someone, I was horrified to see Zheng Xuezhang standing in front of me with a strange smile on his face. His hands were behind his back, maintaining the motion of closing the door.
Second Uncle kept shouting on his phone, but I was so scared that I couldn't even catch my breath, let alone respond. I heard Second Uncle curse a few times, followed by a flurry of chaotic sounds as if he was calling out someone's name in Thai.
I had no time to worry about who Second Uncle was talking to. Trying to appear calm, I raised my hand to greet Zheng Xuezhang. He glanced at my hand but didn't move, still wearing that strange smile, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
I heard footsteps approaching from behind and turned to look. I saw Zheng's Father and his mother walking toward me. They both wore the same bizarre expression. My heart raced as I looked around, searching for an escape route.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Zheng Xuezhang asked.
I turned back, ready to brush him off with a few words, but then I noticed that he was holding a knife behind his back. At that moment, he reached out toward me and said with an eerie grin, "Since you're not talking, it seems your tongue won't be of any use. Why not give it to me for good fortune?"
At that instant, my adrenaline surged with fear. Without thinking, I kicked him in the stomach and cursed, "Screw you!" Then I turned and ran into the nearby bedroom. Zheng's Mother, who was closer to me, also reached out to grab me. Frustrated, I thought it was understandable for the father and son to be acting strangely, but why was she joining in?
I had completely lost my good impression of this family and kicked her without hesitation. As she stumbled sideways and collided with the man behind her, I dashed into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
Leaning against the wall, I took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart. At that moment, I heard Zheng Xuezhang banging on the door outside: "Junior, open the door! Let's talk."
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