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On the morning of the third day, it is worth mentioning that Boss Lu from Nanbang called very excitedly, saying, "Mr. Shen! Your little ghost is incredible, it's simply a miracle. That accountant was caught in Kunming, and I'm heading over to handle it right away!"
Second Uncle was not surprised and laughed, saying, "Congratulations, that's great news."
Boss Lu laughed heartily and, upon learning that we were not far from Nanbang, planned to come over to thank us in person and treat us well. Second Uncle, however, preferred not to get too close with male clients; deep relationships sometimes made it hard to take advantage of them. So he politely declined Boss Lu's invitation, stating that he had other matters to attend to and advised him to focus on his own business, reminding him not to forget his promises.
Boss Lu was very pleased and said that once he finished his work, he would definitely want to meet us; otherwise, he would feel uneasy. Second Uncle felt compelled by his enthusiasm and had no choice but to agree. After hanging up the phone, I said enviously, "One hundred fifty million Thai Baht, and it was so easy to get back. If I had known earlier, I would have raised that little ghost myself..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Second Uncle shot me a glare.
I was somewhat baffled as to why he was angry for no reason. I had already raised Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying; what was one more? Before Second Uncle could explain further, a disciple of Azan Kunsha came to inform us that everything was ready for our return.
This matter was far more important to me than one hundred fifty million. We immediately headed back to Azan Kunsha's home. Upon arriving at the door, we saw six young men walking out from inside. Outside, there were about ten people waiting. The disciple of Azan Kunsha named Lun Deng told us that these six were specifically brought in to help me subdue the Spirit Child. I curiously asked how much it cost to hire one. Lun Deng smiled but did not answer.
Once inside, Azan Kunsha was busy and glanced back at us before asking me to take off my clothes. After Lun Deng closed the door, he lit two candles and gestured for me to sit in the middle. I felt a bit nervous and glanced at Second Uncle; he understood my thoughts and nodded, saying, "Go ahead; Azan Kunsha will help you."
Encouraged by his words, I finally took off my shirt. Lun Deng shook his head, indicating that I needed to remove all my clothes, even my underwear. It felt quite embarrassing to undress completely in front of strangers; Second Uncle glared at me and said, "What are you hesitating for? Just think of it as taking a bath!"
Fortunately, the temperature in Thailand was similar to that of the south—not too cold or too hot—so after undressing completely, I didn't feel too much chill. Following Lun Deng's instructions, I sat between the two candles. At that moment, Azan Kunsha approached with a large bowl. I saw that the bowl was filled with red liquid that had a strong metallic smell and contained a pile of unknown substances at the bottom. I guessed it was either what they referred to as Dog Testicles or Stallion Whip.
I felt a wave of fear wash over me and thought, they can't possibly expect me to eat all this...
Azan Kunsha stood in front of me with the bowl but did not act immediately; instead, he tried his best to appear friendly and said in very stiff Chinese, "Don't be afraid; you won't die."
At that moment, I nearly lost control; could he not comfort me like that? I wasn't scared before, but now my feet felt cold from fear.
Just then, Lun Deng handed over a sharp knife. Azan Kunsha took it and dipped it into the bowl before starting to make cuts on my body. Although I knew he meant no harm, watching the knife glide across my skin was an unsettling experience.
Especially when blood began flowing down from the cuts; I couldn't tell whether it was my blood or from the bowl.
It is strange that although I can clearly feel my skin being cut, there is no pain. The only discomfort comes from the heat emanating from the wound, as if someone has sprinkled chili powder on it. This sensation is quite unpleasant, and I instinctively want to twist my body, but I am held down by Lun Deng, who presses on my shoulders. His Chinese is slightly better than Azan Kunsha's, so he can be considered a Taipu: "Don't move."
I have no idea what Azan Kunsha is carving with the knife; I only know that it took him a long time to outline various spells all over my body. When there was little blood left in the bowl, Azan Kunsha took out items from inside and arranged them around me while also using the remaining blood to draw spells on the ground.
Thai talismans are much simpler than those in my country; they don't seem as complicated. However, for me, whether simple or complex, they are incomprehensible. So, after glancing at them twice, I focused more on myself.
Since my entire body, except for my face and neck, has been cut by the knife, I feel as if I've been sitting in a sauna for two hours. Strangely enough, no matter how hot it gets, not a single bead of sweat drips down. It feels as if all the moisture inside me has evaporated instantly.
After a while, once everything was arranged in the bowl, Azan Kunsha turned around and brought many different dark objects.
Among them were bones of unknown origin—whether human or animal—long snake bones, several pieces of tattered and foul-smelling black cloth, dozens of fish scales the size of thumbs, and a goat skull with horns. Azan Kunsha placed these items in fixed positions until they formed the shape of some kind of monster. From my perspective, it resembled a demon with a goat's head and black wings; images from months ago of the deity in Pan's Labyrinth flashed through my mind.
However, Pan is an ancient Greek deity, while Thai witchcraft combines Theravada Buddhism with local traditions; tracing its roots would lead back to Ancient India.
As Azan Kunsha prepared the items, he softly chanted an invocation spell. His voice was low but crept into my ears like ants. Soon, besides the heat in my body, there was an additional tingling sensation as if many things were writhing within me.
Lun Deng brought over a pile of powder on a thin metal tray and roasted it over a candle flame. A pungent smell rose into the air as Azan Kunsha sat calmly before the goat's head; his invocation spell grew louder. Gradually, I felt a chaotic swirl in my mind as if many people were screaming loudly or as if I were caught in a tumultuous era.
The scent of the roasted powder heightened my body's sensitivity; my consciousness began to blur, and even moving a finger became extraordinarily difficult. At that moment, I heard a piercing scream: "Leave! Leave!"
It was a child's voice—sharp and terrifying—that shocked me because it came from my own mouth. While I couldn't move at all, something was controlling my body and producing that scream.
Azan Kunsha remained unfazed; he slowly extended his right hand and pressed it against the goat's head. With his other hand, he kept tapping his own head rhythmically, creating a beat that felt like drumming.
This melodious sound made one feel as if standing in a primeval jungle, hearing the bells from a temple and the murmurs of monks chanting scriptures.
The sound was enchanting and prolonged; I never imagined that such evil witchcraft could possess such mysterious charm. My entire being became immersed in it and unable to extricate itself.
Later on, after receiving blessings from a holy monk and undergoing Lushi initiation, I finally understood that this was resonance—a connection between people and scriptures that cannot be described in words.
As my soul floated away, the screams within me grew louder. The child was screaming madly, and I felt my body trembling as if it would jump up at any moment. A surge of indescribable rage rose in my heart, a strong desire to kill everyone in the house immediately.
The Invocation Spell inscribed with knife and blood by Azan Kunsha had enough effect; even though my body shook like it was powered by a motor, I still couldn't get up.
Soon after, the child's screams became incredibly piercing. I felt liquid flowing from my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, and my vision turned blood red, making everything look hazy. In contrast, Azan Kunsha's voice was equally powerful; his voice thundered as he recited the Invocation Spell, echoing throughout the room.
At that moment, Lun Deng suddenly let out a loud cry, and the metal piece in his hand fell to the ground. The remaining powder scattered everywhere, and one of the candles extinguished with a sound.
My body immediately soared into the air, jumping up two meters like a monkey. In mid-air, Lun Deng's terrified and panicked expression came into view, followed by a flash of blood. I grabbed his arm and violently tore off a large chunk of flesh before swallowing it whole.
This gruesome act felt completely normal to me, as if everything was as it should be. Lun Deng cried out in pain and quickly retreated. Just as I was about to chase after him, I suddenly heard Azan Kunsha shout loudly. Turning my head, I saw a wave of black mist rushing toward me.
I felt fear; it was an emotion transmitted from another consciousness that controlled my body and affected my mind, making me share the same feeling.
The black mist transformed in mid-air into a gigantic monster, just like what I had seen before: it had a goat's head, a snake-like body, human legs below, black wings growing from its back, and blood-red eyes that sent chills down my spine.
I even saw an ocean behind it, with massive waves crashing forward with an irresistible force. The monster reached out with its giant claws toward my head.
Even though the consciousness controlling my body was trying hard to evade it, Azan Kunsha's Invocation Spell piercing through me took effect just in time. As my body stiffened for a moment, the giant claw flashed past my head. I felt an excruciating pain as if my body were being torn apart; it was maddening, like someone was brutally ripping off your skin.
I screamed in pain until my voice became hoarse as the monster flew past me, splashing waves against my face. A refreshing sensation followed; my legs went weak and I collapsed to the ground. At the same time, I saw Lun Deng running towards me with half of his body covered in blood while carrying a gravestone. A mass of black mist surged into the gravestone, and Azan Kunsha immediately stood up, binding various Yin Liao on the ground with threads and loudly chanting spells.
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