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At that time, I felt sympathy for Zheng's Mother, thinking that this woman was purely a victim of misfortune. However, as I experienced more events, my thoughts gradually changed. I began to understand that she was not worthy of sympathy; her mistakes did not warrant such a tragic end.
She would say not to gamble, yet when she saw money, she forgot this principle. When she won, she believed in spirits; when she lost everything, she no longer did. If she had stopped the father and son from continuing to gamble or intervened when Zheng Xuezhang was about to smash the Spirit Child Ghost Golden Body, there wouldn't have been so many problems.
Thus, the saying "there is something to hate in every pitiful person" indeed holds some truth.
The gambling continued under such nerve-wracking circumstances.
To my surprise, I had not lost at all from beginning to end. Meanwhile, the woman on the ground was dismembered, her organs scattered everywhere. She was nearly torn apart, her body mangled beyond recognition.
Although I kept winning, I felt no joy in my heart. When Zheng Xuezhang used a knife to mutilate his own mother without a hint of guilt or unease—only excitement and frenzy for gambling on their faces—how could they show mercy towards me? I had already thought that my continuous wins might be due to the Spirit Child's "tricks."
In the past, when the father and son took the Spirit Child to gamble, they always started by losing until they pushed their last chips forward and then won uncontrollably. I didn't know what constituted the last chip in such a game. Was it an eye? A tongue? Or perhaps her head...
But one thing was certain: there would come a time when they would start winning. At that moment, my doom would also arrive.
Therefore, the more I won, the heavier my heart felt.
Time passed second by second as I remained vigilant about my surroundings. I hoped to hear car horns, the sound of kicking doors, or Second Uncle's furious curses. Even if he came over and beat me up right now, I would gladly accept it.
However, it was very quiet here; only the sound of Sic Bo dice rolling back and forth in the bowl could be heard.
That woman's arm was stomped on by Zheng Xuezhang and forcibly torn off. The sound of flesh being ripped from bone was excruciatingly piercing; my stomach churned continuously. If I hadn't forced myself to focus on other things, I probably would have vomited by now.
Half an hour later, the woman's body was in pieces, and a new round of gambling began once again.
Zheng Xuezhang and his father were covered in blood; they stared intently at the dice in the bowl as if it were something incredibly important. Their expressions had become terrifying due to losing so many rounds. I never imagined a person's face could contort to such an extent. If it were photographed and posted on a door, even ghosts would be too afraid to approach.
When the dice finally stopped rolling, something horrifying happened.
The three dice showed two ones and a two—undoubtedly indicating a small win.
Zheng Xuezhang and His Father They slowly stood up and then bent down to reach for me. I naturally understood what they wanted to do, and even though I knew this moment would come, I couldn't help but scream in fear, "No! Best of three! Let's do best of three! Give me another chance!"
In the face of death, no one can remain calm. At that time, I was just an ordinary young man who hadn't experienced much danger. So saying "best of three" seemed somewhat shameless, but to me, if it could buy a chance to survive, I had to say it! After all, nothing in this world is more important than being alive.
Zheng Xuezhang lifted my shirt and moved the still-dripping blade back and forth across my abdomen. He looked at me, grinning with his bloodied mouth, and said, "Next round..."
Before he finished speaking, I felt the knife pierce my belly. At that moment, fear surged infinitely within me. I never imagined I would die in such a situation. I wanted to live; I truly wanted to live!
The excruciating pain continued as the dagger slowly sliced open my stomach. Perhaps afterward, a hand would reach inside to stir my intestines and pull out my kidney.
Just then, the door was kicked open, and I heard Second Uncle angrily shout, "Child! Get away from him!"
I turned my head and saw Second Uncle holding a wrench, fiercely smashing it into Zheng Xuezhang's head. The force was so great that everyone could clearly hear the sound of Zheng Xuezhang's skull cracking.
Zheng Xuezhang fell to the ground, while His Father looked furious and shouted as he lunged forward. However, another strong figure rushed in from the side, striking Zheng's Father in the throat with an iron-like elbow. This man, who was addicted to gambling, made a choking sound and was then thrown aside by a grip on his arm.
Second Uncle ran over with the wrench in hand, shouting, "Child! Don't be afraid; Uncle is here!"
Seeing Second Uncle appear made me feel instantly relieved. The intense pain and fear of death made me involuntarily want to call his name. As soon as I opened my mouth, I heard a man's loud shout nearby. Instinctively looking over, I saw a man in black running anxiously toward me. I didn't know what he was saying; I only felt a cold wind blowing toward me and couldn't help but shiver.
A jumble of chaotic thoughts flashed through my mind inexplicably. A wild impulse surged within me, prompting me to break free from the bindings on my hands and feet and jump up. Second Uncle was caught off guard; he froze for a moment before I grabbed his neck. At that moment, the strong man who had just thrown Zheng's Father away came over and was about to punch me when Second Uncle quickly raised his hand to stop him and managed to squeeze out a few monotone syllables.
The man hesitated for a moment before stepping back. The man in black who had previously shouted at me also arrived. He pulled out a handful of gray powder from his pocket, muttering something under his breath before throwing it at my face. At that moment, my consciousness was free, but my movements were completely uncontrollable.
Even so, I instinctively sensed that the powder was harmful to "me" and must not touch it. Driven by this thought, I immediately released my grip on Second Uncle's neck. Just as I was about to step back, the strong man who had been waiting nearby trapped me with his arms. I could hear myself roaring like a trapped beast, filled with intense rage.
With assistance from another person, the man in black easily slapped the powder onto my face. The powder was inhaled through my nostrils into my body; suddenly, it felt like fire was burning through me—especially in my head, which thundered like a storm. Then everything went dark; I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, it was in a hospital. Second Uncle was slumped beside the bed, half asleep. Instinctively wanting to sit up caused pain in my abdominal wound; I couldn't help but gasp in pain. Second Uncle woke up startled by the noise; upon seeing me awake, he froze for two seconds before rushing out of the room shouting for nurses and doctors. Then he hurried back in a flurry asking if I was in pain and where it hurt.
Looking at Second Uncle's weary and weathered appearance filled me with unspoken guilt and grievance; tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Second Uncle paused slightly before jokingly scolding me: "Alright then, you know how to cry; that means you're fine. Stop crying; you're acting like a girl—how embarrassing would that be if anyone found out?"
I pouted and said pitifully, "It hurts..."
Soon, the doctor and nurse came in, looked at my wound, and said the recovery was going well. They advised me to rest in bed and avoid any major movements to prevent tearing the wound.
After the doctor left, Second Uncle said, "You lucky kid, that knife almost cut your intestines in half. Fortunately, you were brought in on time; otherwise, you would definitely have lasting effects."
Thinking about it made me feel a chill, so I asked, "What about them?"
Second Uncle snorted and said, "That kid was smashed into a fool by my wrench, and his father was killed by a disciple of Azan Kunsha who crushed his throat."
Dead... I was taken aback; this had turned into a matter of life and death. Second Uncle nonchalantly continued, "They dismembered that woman, which counts as murder. There are witnesses and evidence; they can't escape. I also had someone smooth things over, so this will be classified as excessive self-defense. Just sending someone in for a few days will settle it. But you’ve got some trouble coming your way."
I was confused and didn't understand why he said that.
Then Second Uncle told me that when he arrived with Azan Kunsha, everything should have ended smoothly. However, when I saw him, I was too relaxed and forgot to stay alert. Plus, since the White Olive Amulet wasn't with me, the Spirit Child might have attached itself to me to evade Ajan, leading to such irrational behavior. Fortunately, Azan Kunsha was there and temporarily suppressed the Spirit Child using secret methods.
However, the most troublesome part was that too much time had passed; the Spirit Child's spiritual power had already become several times stronger than an ordinary ghost. If we forcibly removed it immediately, we would need to use some extreme methods that could cause significant harm to my body and might leave me unable to recover for life. Therefore, Azan Kunsha suggested first using a Spell to subdue the Spirit Child and then going to Thailand to find him after I healed to figure out how to remove it.
Second Uncle had a decent relationship with Azan Kunsha and knew he wouldn't lie about this matter, so he agreed on my behalf.
Hearing this made me both surprised and worried. The fate of Zheng Xuezhang's family replayed in my mind, making my eyelids twitch with fear. Would I really be able to get rid of the Spirit Child attached to me later? What if it became even stronger over time?
Second Uncle reassured me not to worry; Azan Kunsha had already inscribed the Soul-Settling Spell and Binding Ghost Scripture on me and performed rituals for reinforcement. Plus, with the protection of the White Olive Amulet, as long as I didn't use the Spirit Child for anything, it wouldn't have a chance to grow stronger. Moreover, I would be heading to Thailand soon after my injury healed; it wouldn't take too long in between.
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