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I lifted my shirt to take a look and indeed saw several strange inscriptions on my chest and arms, which had an exotic flair. There were also scriptures tattooed on my back, but due to the pain from my injuries, I couldn't see them at the time.
The bandages wrapped around my abdomen were quite uncomfortable. I touched them and could vaguely feel the deep, long wound. This was the first time I had experienced being gutted, and it was unforgettable. Even when my boss, Zhang Qichao, died tragically due to a curse, I had never been this scared.
Perhaps the consistently eerie expressions of Zheng Xuezhang's family left a deep impression on me. Even today, whenever I see someone smiling broadly, I can't help but want to punch them in the face.
From Second Uncle's account, I learned that the bodies of this family had already been taken away by the police. They were deemed to have lost their sanity due to gambling and ended up killing each other. To those ordinary people who were unaware, this was just another classic case of being ruined by the Gambling Table. However, I understood that there was also the involvement of the Spirit Child.
If Zheng Xuezhang had won thirty million and hadn’t been greedy enough to burn that extra five hundred thousand, they wouldn’t have offended the Spirit Child and would have ended up with every last cent intact. They also wouldn’t have smashed the Spirit Child Ghost Golden Body out of anger afterward.
Thus, the Spirit Child was the means that led to their family's downfall, but the real source was their greed.
As Second Uncle said, once they extracted from me how to keep the Spirit Child and went crazy selling kidneys for chips after winning fifteen million, everything was already destined to happen.
The only mistake I made in this matter was underestimating how terrifying the Spirit Child could be, which put me in an extremely dangerous situation. Moreover, Zheng Xuezhang's family not only used tricks to keep the Spirit Child but also didn’t give me any extra money for disaster relief—what did I care about their lives?
Of course, this last statement reflected Second Uncle's perspective. In his view, selling Amulets and little ghosts required a heart of stone. We were in business, not charity; as long as we didn’t sell counterfeit goods or intentionally harm others, there would be no problem. As for any troubles customers faced because of the Amulet, that needed to be addressed in a separate transaction. Such a business mindset was something I couldn’t fully accept at that time. However, after what happened with Zheng Xuezhang, I began to trend toward aligning with Second Uncle’s way of thinking.
Second Uncle hung the White Olive Amulet he retrieved from the scene around my neck and planned to ask several temple masters in Thailand for blessings once we arrived there. Additionally, he brought a Composite Yantong Ling for Qin Senior Sister.
Just hearing about the Amulet made my legs tremble. Second Uncle glanced at me and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
I lowered my head and replied, “How can I not be scared? A knife was stuck in my belly; I almost got skinned alive like a frog.”
"What's there to be afraid of? In this line of work, who hasn't faced danger a few times? Besides, you jumped into the pit yourself; who can you blame? Experience comes from mistakes, just remember this lesson," Second Uncle said.
I sighed, thinking that he had never encountered such a situation and was speaking without understanding the pain.
However, speaking of school, I recalled another important matter. The Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying in the dormitory was entrusted to Liang Xi for safekeeping. However, under normal circumstances, the Victim must personally make offerings to the little ghost; others helping out sometimes result in the spirit refusing to accept them.
I didn't know how many days I had been unconscious, but if it lasted too long, I feared there would be problems. To my surprise, when Second Uncle learned that I was worried about the little ghost in the dormitory, he paused for a moment and suddenly burst into laughter. I was baffled and didn't understand what was so funny. After a while, seeing that I was somewhat annoyed, Second Uncle cleared his throat and said, "You don't need to worry about that. Azan Hongsha is very powerful. The little ghost he created can go without offerings for a year and a half."
"Huh? Didn't you say..."
"Remember, that's Azan Hongsha who can help the Singapore Deputy Prime Minister make Amulets! You can't view this with common sense." Second Uncle said this with a serious face but couldn't help laughing again.
Seeing him so cheerful made me feel quite displeased, so I said, "You said that! If it causes trouble later on, you'll have to sort it out for me!"
"Alright, alright, don't worry. As long as that thing can cause trouble, you won't need to tell me; I'll have to go see it myself," Second Uncle replied with a hearty laugh.
After lying in the hospital for a few days, Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi came along with two teachers from the school to visit me. Taking advantage of a moment when the teachers were talking to Second Uncle, Liang Xi asked me with a worried expression what we should do about the little ghost in the dormitory. I repeated Second Uncle's words to reassure him and solemnly stated that there would be no trouble; even if there were issues, the little ghost would only come after me.
Liang Xi's expression improved slightly after hearing this; however, I could tell that this honest person did not fully believe my words. After all, the psychological trauma from our last trip to Thailand was still too strong for him.
To my surprise, Qin Senior Sister also came by later. Of course, judging by our relationship at that time, she could only be there to demand an Amulet. Although she insisted vehemently and indignantly claimed she was representing those Senior Sisters who wanted to buy Amulets to visit the "distributor," whether others believed her or not, I certainly didn't.
The Composite Yantong brought by Second Uncle was an enchanted Yin talisman. However, there was very little Yin Liao inside; compared to the Yantong Amulet from temples, it wasn't much different except for the addition of Special Effect Powder. Additionally, it came with an extra Symbolic Pipe and half a bottle of Harmony Oil.
Qin Senior Sister took a look at the clay figurine of two people embracing and thought it was nothing special, just somewhat uncomfortable to look at. She examined it several times and asked how to use it.
Second Uncle knew she was my Senior Sister, so he explained politely, "Since it's not too expensive of a Yantong Amulet, using it can be a bit troublesome. Write the name and birth date of the person you like on a piece of paper, apply the powerful Harmony Oil from the bottle, then stuff it into this Symbolic Pipe, and finally insert it into the Yantong Amulet through the gap."
"Is that all?" Qin Senior Sister looked skeptical.
Second Uncle chuckled and said, "Why don't you try writing Shen Yi's name on it? I guarantee that within two days, he'll be madly in love with you. However, you can't wear it during any vigorous activities."
Qin Senior Sister paused for a moment, glanced at me, and her face turned slightly red. It was clear that she felt embarrassed by Second Uncle's teasing. Perhaps to cover her awkwardness, Qin Senior Sister asked, "What if this Harmony Oil runs out? It doesn't seem like there's much in the bottle."
"Runs out?" Second Uncle seemed to have not considered that question. He paused for a moment and then said with a strange expression, "This young lady has quite a carefree heart..."
Qin Senior Sister was also taken aback but soon realized that Second Uncle misunderstood her meaning. Not knowing how to explain herself, she quickly made up an excuse to leave the hospital room. After closing the door, Second Uncle came over and asked, "Your Senior Sister seems quite innocent; I didn't expect her to have such a wild side."
I knew Second Uncle was still misunderstanding, so I explained that Qin Senior Sister was buying it for her younger sister, not for herself, so of course she needed to ask more questions. Second Uncle exclaimed in realization and slapped his thigh: "I knew it! Having seen countless women, how could I possibly misjudge? This young lady is good; uncle supports you!"
What even is this...
After lying in bed for another two weeks, the wound on my abdomen had healed with new flesh. Second Uncle wanted me to stay a few more days to avoid any problems, but my mind was on the little ghost back at the dormitory, and I insisted on going back to check. Although Second Uncle repeatedly said that the little ghost wouldn't cause any issues if not worshipped, I had already seen many people suffer backlash for not keeping their promises after coming into contact with Amulet, and I didn't want to end up like them.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade me otherwise, Second Uncle had no choice but to take me back to school. Just then, he received a phone call from a client in a nearby city wanting to make a deal. He dropped me off at the dormitory, reminded me not to move around recklessly, promised he would return quickly, and then drove away.
Sitting on the bed in my dormitory and looking at what should have been a familiar environment felt strangely unfamiliar as if I hadn't been here in a long time.
It was still class time, and there was no one in the dormitory. I walked over to the desk, wanting to check the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying. However, aside from Hu Xiaoyi's large monitor and a few study materials, there was nothing else on the table.
I felt puzzled. Could it be that the dorm had been robbed? But who would steal the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying?
Perhaps climbing the stairs had aggravated my injury; my stomach felt a bit uncomfortable, so I lay down on the bed near the door to rest for a while, planning to ask Hu Xiaoyi and Liang Xi when they returned. I had barely fallen asleep when I vaguely sensed someone opening the door.
I opened my eyes to see Liang Xi walking in from outside. Instinctively, I picked up my phone to check the time; it wasn't even dismissal time yet. How did he come back? I called out to him, and Liang Xi paused, turning to glance at me.
His expression was frighteningly blank, as if he were looking at a stranger. I was slightly taken aback but saw him turn back and continue walking forward.
What was wrong with him?
I was quite confused when I noticed Liang Xi pulling something out of his pocket and placing it on the desk. Although the room was dark, I could still make out the shape of the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying thanks to the light from the window.
Liang Xi set down this little ghost and began mumbling something to himself. Startled by his earlier gaze but unable to suppress my curiosity, I got up from the bed and walked over, tapping his shoulder and asking, "What are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?"
Liang Xi jumped slightly at my touch, and I felt a tingle in my fingers as if they had been shocked. He turned his head; his eyes were no longer frightening but instead held a hint of confusion and surprise. I glanced at the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying on the desk; it looked no different from before, so I asked him, "Why did you come back at this time?"
Liang Xi let out an "ah" sound and thought for a long time without figuring out why he had returned. I laughed and said, "Are you silly? You're still young but have such a poor memory."
Liang Xi tapped his head in frustration: "Maybe it's because of too much study pressure; I've been forgetting things often lately."
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