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Liang Xi knew that I could never sell fake goods, especially since this Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying was not mine but was bought by several people from the dormitory together from Azan Hongsha. Although he knew a bit about Amulet, he didn't really understand what it meant for something to be "imbued with spirit." After Punk Senior explained it clearly, Liang Xi became even more anxious. He thought to himself, how could the second brother's family sell Amulet and not realize that this item had no spirit? It must have had a spirit before, and it was definitely my fault in the offerings that caused the spirit to be lost! What should I do about this? How can I explain it to the second brother?
Liang Xi was lost in thought, feeling as anxious as a wild cat scratching at his heart. He looked at Punk Senior and suddenly thought that since this person could tell that the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying had no spirit, he must know someone knowledgeable in this area. So, he told Punk Senior that he wanted to meet an expert. When Punk Senior asked what he wanted to do, Liang Xi hesitated and said that the spirit inside the little ghost was gone, and he had no way to explain it to the second brother, so he wanted to ask someone if there was a way to retrieve the spirit.
Upon hearing this, Punk Senior hesitated for a moment before agreeing, though he refused to take Liang Xi to meet the "expert." If Liang Xi wanted to retrieve the lost spirit, he would need to pay ten thousand yuan first, and then Punk Senior would hire someone to help. Once everything was done, they would return the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying. Ten thousand yuan was not a small amount for Liang Xi. After pleading for a long time, Punk Senior finally agreed to reduce it by three thousand. The remaining seven thousand yuan nearly emptied all of Liang Xi's savings. Since high school, he had been working part-time during holidays and saving money frugally to accumulate over ten thousand yuan. He had spent quite a bit on his last trip to Thailand, and now, in order to retrieve the spirit of the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, he was completely out of funds.
Moreover, someone like Liang Xi, who was so honest, would still say thank you even if deceived. In his mind, Punk Senior was a good person willing to help.
Listening to Liang Xi's account made me furious. Everyone could see what kind of person Punk Senior was; only Liang Xi could see him as a good person. And why had no one told me about this? Seven thousand yuan! If I had known earlier during our last visit to the villa, I would have made sure that Punk Senior paid more! Seeing my displeasure, Liang Xi lowered his head slightly and continued speaking.
After taking the money and the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, Punk Senior returned a few days later and said that the spirit had been retrieved. However, in order to solidify it, it needed to be fed with fresh blood every day. Liang Xi, who understood some common knowledge about Amulet, asked if it wasn't true that little ghosts couldn't be fed with blood? Punk Senior, sounding impatient, replied that this was for solidification—did he understand or did he? If he didn't want to feed it blood and the spirit ran away later, he shouldn't blame him for not warning him beforehand.
After hesitating for two days, Liang Xi ultimately chose to trust Punk Senior. At that time, I had been injured by Zheng Xuezhang's knife and was recuperating in the hospital; later I went to Thailand to collect a Spirit Child. Shortly after starting to feed blood to the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, various abnormalities began occurring within just a few days, leading to frequent complaints from Hu Xiaoyi. Liang Xi admitted that sometimes certain behaviors felt very unusual but he just couldn't control himself as if another person had taken residence in his mind.
I rolled my eyes in frustration and said, "It's not that you have another person in your head; it's that you're missing half a brain! You actually believe what Punk Senior says? And you trust him over me!"
This was what angered me most—being doubted hurt my pride deeply. Knowing he was wrong but too afraid to argue back, Liang Xi remained silent while Hu Xiaoyi spoke up on his behalf: "Third Brother is also worried you would blame him; that's why he sought help from that scoundrel. But seven thousand yuan is quite a lot."
With his head downcast, Liang Xi said, "Money isn't important; it can be earned back. I just feel that the second brother values this little ghost highly; if something goes wrong on my watch, I won't know how to explain it."
Looking at his drooping head and then at his blood-stained arm made my heart ache. I suddenly realized that blaming everything on Liang Xi was truly unfair. His fault lay in being too kind-hearted and too trusting of others; however, there was nothing wrong with him towards me. How could I continue to blame such a roommate?
Azan Kunsha informed us that he had previously controlled a malevolent spirit attached to Liang Xi to uncover the nature of this spirit. This malevolent spirit was a grown man in life but had a preference for men. He committed suicide after being forced to separate from his "lover," unable to cope with the situation. Bound by Resentment, he could not escape the cycle of reincarnation. Thus, he was captured by a sorcerer and subsequently infused into Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying.
Because of this, Liang Xi was influenced by the malevolent spirit, leading everyone to believe he had developed feelings for Hu Xiaoyi. In reality, it was merely the mischief of a little ghost.
At that moment, Second Uncle snorted and said, "It looks like that little bastard is behind this. There was originally no spirit in Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying, and he went and found a malevolent spirit to put in there, even tricking you into feeding it with your blood. Damn it, I'm going to settle the score with him right now! And that Hong Kong Sorcerer, I don't know where that little punk crawled out from, but he dares to mess with anyone!"
As Second Uncle prepared to leave, he was stopped by Azan Kunsha. This Northern Thailand Black Robed Mage did not understand Chinese, but he was very clear about why he had come to the mainland. After hearing a few words from Ajan, Second Uncle slapped his forehead and said, "Almost forgot the important matter! Child, go sit on the bed; Ajan needs to check your body!"
I obediently sat on the bed as Azan Kunsha pulled out a tiny, slender whip made of an unknown material from his pocket. It had barbs on it like the legs of a centipede, which made my scalp tingle as I thought, is he going to whip me? Of course, Azan Kunsha was not there to administer punishment; he hung the whip around my neck, pressed it against my chest with his hand, and began softly chanting incantations.
Soon, I felt a prickling sensation in my chest. Looking down, I saw that the barbs on the whip had somehow pierced my flesh. It didn't hurt; it felt more like countless ants crawling over me. Surprisingly, as he chanted, the whip began to turn black from the bottom up as if stained with ink. After about ten minutes, one-third of the whip had turned black. Azan Kunsha opened his eyes and removed the whip from me.
Looking at the two rows of tiny holes on my chest, I felt like crying; this was what made Azan Kunsha most frustrating. No matter what he did, the marks left behind could not heal quickly.
Second Uncle stepped forward to inquire, and Azan Kunsha shook the whip; the blackness faded away at an astonishing speed. He nodded with a relieved smile and exchanged a few words with Second Uncle. Seeing them like this, I understood that things probably weren't too bad. Sure enough, Second Uncle told me that Azan Kunsha had already used secret methods to investigate; after a shallow possession by the Ghost Fragment, it hadn't gained much power. However, just in case, it should be used sparingly. Additionally, since this was the first fulfillment of a wish, I would need to continue offering to Spirit Child. This was equivalent to Flesh and Blood Fosterage, so I wouldn't have to do anything extra—just lose a bit of blood for several days each month.
Hu Xiaoyi, who had been listening nearby, couldn't help but laugh while I felt quite embarrassed. Losing blood for several days each month? Am I going to have to buy some sanitary napkins?
Second Uncle wasn't in the mood for jokes and urged us to hurry and find Punk Senior for retribution. I also planned on doing that; first using despicable means to confuse the young lady and then cursing Qin Senior Sister. Now I realized that long ago they had set traps for me through Liang Xi. Someone so malicious deserved a good beating. Thankfully, I had survived numerous incidents thanks to help; otherwise, I might have been done for long ago.
The Yin Qi on both Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi had been eliminated by Azan Kunsha using secret methods. I quickly retrieved my White Olive Amulet and put it back on. Upon seeing this, Second Uncle burst into laughter and said, "So now you know how precious this thing is?"
I forced a laugh and replied, "After all, it's the first gift you gave me; whether it's useful or not is secondary—the thought counts!"
"Don't flatter me. What about the ten thousand dollars I asked you for last time? When are you going to give it to me?" Second Uncle's expression turned serious.
I let out a sound of surprise; I had almost forgotten about that matter... Seeing my expression, Second Uncle guessed the outcome. He snorted and said, "Remember, if you don't get the money back, don't expect me to supply you again in the future!"
I scratched my head, sighed deeply, and was left completely speechless.
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