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Liang Xi snorted coldly and climbed onto the bed, ignoring me. No matter how much I yelled and cursed from below, he remained as silent as a corpse. I was so frustrated that I felt like I might vomit blood. No wonder Hu Xiaoyi cursed him; this guy really is something else!
The next morning, Liang Xi was nowhere to be found. Thinking back on his strange behavior from last night, I felt both angry and amused. Could it be that he really has feelings for Hu Xiaoyi?
I muddled through my classes, realizing that aside from sleeping, I couldn't do anything else. It was only my first year, and I had already hit rock bottom; I had no idea how I would manage to graduate. Neither Liang Xi nor Hu Xiaoyi came to find me for lunch, and I wondered where those two were off having fun. Instead, I ran into Qin Senior Sister. She looked unwell, her face pale and waxy, swaying as she walked.
While getting my meal, I saw her nearly drop her plate and quickly helped her to the side, asking, "Are you sick?"
Qin Senior Sister shook her head and said, "I don't know. I've felt dizzy since this morning and feel nauseous."
"I'll go with you to see the campus doctor," I offered.
Qin Senior Sister still shook her head; she had already been there. The campus doctor thought it might be food poisoning and just prescribed a few pills before sending her away. After taking the medicine, Qin Senior Sister not only didn't feel better but felt worse instead. I was a bit angry; the campus doctor was being irresponsible. The girl could barely stand, and they thought a few pills would suffice?
Qin Senior Sister didn't want to complicate things too much and said she might feel better after resting in the afternoon. Reluctantly agreeing to her insistence, I helped her back to the girls' dormitory.
After school in the evening, I called her to check if she was feeling any better. But no one answered the phone. Worried that something might have happened to her, I decided to go to the girls' dormitory in person to ask. When I arrived, I learned that Qin Senior Sister had fainted during class in the afternoon and had suddenly regained consciousness when taken to the campus doctor. Even more shocking was that she was babbling incoherently and tearing at her clothes; if it weren't for the teachers and classmates around who helped hold her down, she might have embarrassed herself even more.
I initially thought this was just unconscious behavior in a dazed state, but for nearly two hours, Qin Senior Sister had not calmed down at all. She either cursed like a madwoman or kicked and bit at anyone nearby. The school had no choice but to temporarily restrain her with cloth strips. They had already notified her family, and once they arrived, she would be taken for psychiatric evaluation.
I was astonished by what I heard—had Qin Senior Sister gone insane? How could this be possible? She seemed fine just this morning!
Fortunately, they hadn't sent her away yet. At the campus clinic, I saw Qin Senior Sister tied to a chair. Her clothes were torn and disheveled, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as she alternated between making silly laughing sounds like a fool and suddenly shouting in agitation. Several classmates had to hold her shoulders down to prevent her from falling.
Such a beautiful girl had turned into this; it was hard to believe without seeing it with my own eyes. The campus doctor couldn't explain why this happened either; he speculated that it might have been triggered by emotional stress or perhaps due to academic pressure.
This explanation sounded plausible enough—every year there are students who break down due to academic stress—but I believed that Qin Senior Sister wouldn't be one of them. Although she seemed gentle-natured, she was actually quite strong; otherwise, she wouldn't still hold hope for her sister's recovery. A person who refuses to give up easily wouldn't collapse under such pressure.
I moved closer to Qin Senior Sister to get a better look at her condition; however, as I approached slightly more, I immediately sensed an elusive Yin Qi emanating from her body. The chilling sensation seeped into my bones, causing me to shiver involuntarily while feeling even more astonished.
How could there be Yin Qi surrounding Qin Senior Sister?
When I was in Thailand, Azan Kunsha clearly told me that due to the Ghost Fragment, I would be more sensitive to Yin objects. Things that ordinary people cannot see or detect are easily encountered by me. As Second Uncle put it, I would become a Good Friend of all the monsters and ghosts in the future.
In this world, there are many things that can produce Yin Qi, even coffins buried underground for many years emit this invisible and intangible aura. However, only ghosts and various Evil Arts can truly affect people.
I immediately took out my phone and called Second Uncle. Upon learning that Qin Senior Sister was in trouble, Second Uncle was also very concerned, as he believed I had feelings for her.
However, Second Uncle couldn't determine the specific situation either. He told me he would bring someone to take a look and that we would discuss it further once he arrived.
Not long after hanging up, Qin Senior Sister's parents arrived. It was my first time meeting these two elderly people. Their expressions were frantic, and when they saw Qin Senior Sister tied up, they couldn't help but burst into tears. Others might not understand why they were so fragile, but I knew all too well.
Two daughters: one in a Vegetative State and the other gone mad—this is something hard for anyone to come to terms with.
I approached them to offer comfort, saying that Qin Senior Sister's condition was only temporary and wouldn't last forever. They had no idea that I had sold an Amulet to Qin Senior Sister; they thought I was just a kind classmate, so their attitude was relatively polite. If they knew that my involvement had some relation to her becoming a Vegetative State, they might have slapped me right then and there.
With the parents present, the school naturally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed over the situation. Qin Senior Sister's parents had no other ideas and could only follow the school's suggestion to take her to Psychiatry for examination. I wanted to advise them to keep Qin Senior Sister at school, but then I thought, who would believe me?
To prevent any accidents, I volunteered to accompany them. Qin Senior Sister's parents were very grateful; their words of thanks made me feel quite awkward.
Qin Senior Sister already had a certain reputation at school; her madness naturally attracted everyone's attention. As we left the school, many people gathered nearby. Perhaps by coincidence, as we exited the school gate, I saw Punk Senior.
Standing next to him was the middle-aged man whom I had hit in the nose. Punk Senior seemed to have noticed me as well; he extended his middle finger and spat on the ground. From his lip movements, it seemed he was cursing my ancestors. I silently returned the gesture and added a few more generations of greetings.
Half an hour later, we entered a psychiatric hospital in the City. Qin Senior Sister's parents cried all the way there. When the doctor made a diagnosis confirming that Qin Senior Sister had indeed gone mad, their tears became even harder to contain.
While we were comforting them, Qin Senior Sister was shouting and laughing uncontrollably on the other side. Saliva dripped from her mouth, soaking her clothes in front of her. I felt both angry and anxious—what on earth was happening? How could she suddenly go mad like this?
A few hours later, Second Uncle finally arrived with a Black-Clad Achan. I didn't dare let Second Uncle reveal our purpose right away; instead, I went ahead to greet him and insisted on keeping it confidential so these people wouldn't overthink it. Second Uncle raised an eyebrow with an unhappy expression; he was someone who wouldn’t act without benefit. If it weren't for my sake, he wouldn't have considered this losing venture at all.
After much pleading, Second Uncle finally agreed. I looked at Ajan Master beside him and asked about his background. Second Uncle introduced him: "This is Ajan Nick; he has trained under Lushi Promma and is best known for ancient medicine and exorcism techniques. He just finished a job for a client; if you had called half an hour later, Ajan would have been on a plane."
I secretly felt relieved and quickly bowed to Ajan Nick. He was very polite; although he looked ordinary, there was an aura about him that made one feel at ease. While Qin Senior Sister's parents were persuaded out of the room by classmates, I led Second Uncle and Ajan Nick inside.
Qin Senior Sister was tightly bound by the psychiatric hospital's restraints and unable to move. If it weren't for her parents' strong objections, the doctors would have sealed her mouth or put her in a muzzle to prevent her from biting her tongue. At this moment, she had long lost her former grace; all that remained was madness. Her disheveled hair hung down as saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth everywhere—it was quite uncomfortable to watch.
When Ajan Nick walked in, Qin Senior Sister suddenly stopped screaming, but her silence lasted only a few seconds before becoming more intense. Perhaps her voice affected those outside, as I could hear the increasing cries.
Qin Senior Sister struggled violently in her chair, her eyes beginning to turn white, like a fish on the verge of dying. Ajan Nick approached and placed a hand on her forehead. Qin Senior Sister's body shook continuously, as if she had been electrocuted.
She shook her head rapidly and suddenly opened her mouth, trying to bite Ajan Nick. Ajan Nick calmly raised his hand and said a few words to Second Uncle. I was anxious watching from the side and quickly asked what was happening.
Second Uncle said, "Ajan has found out that this girl is afflicted by Voice Reduction."
"Voice Reduction? What is that?" I asked.
Second Uncle explained, "It's a type of Voodoo that is more popular in Hong Kong. With special spells and tools, it can affect someone's mind, even leading them to death. Third Brother has helped many people with Voice Reduction over the years; I should have called him earlier."
Hong Kong? I was puzzled; who would use such an obscure curse against Qin Senior Sister? She had many admirers at school and, although envied by many Senior Sisters, it shouldn't have led to hatred.
At that moment, Ajan Nick said a few more words, and after hearing them, Second Uncle told me, "Don't worry too much; Voice Reduction generally isn't life-threatening, so she's not in any danger."
Second Uncle's words relieved me deeply. Listening to the increasingly loud cries outside, I quickly said, "Even if it's not serious, please help treat her."
Second Uncle kicked me lightly and said, "Why do you always engage in losing deals?"
I chuckled awkwardly, with nothing much to explain. After exchanging a few words with Ajan Nick, Second Uncle said to me, "The curses from Taiwan and Hong Kong mostly originate from the Malay Peninsula. The people there hold grudges even more than those from Indochina. If we don't find out who cast the curse, even if we resolve it now, there's no guarantee she won't be afflicted again in the future. Think about it; who has she offended recently? Who might want to harm her?"
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