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He hung up the phone abruptly. I was taken aback, thinking to myself that he was the one who asked me to speak, and now he didn't want to listen. What was wrong with him?
The person left in the room, Black Robed Mage, was Azan Menta, from Northern Thailand, skilled in some ruthless Voodoo practices. Second Uncle had left him here, partly to protect me and partly to demonstrate how angry he was. Like other Ajan, Azan Menta wasn't very talkative. Seeing him sitting there with his eyes closed, I didn't know what to say, and since we couldn't communicate due to the language barrier, I decided to turn on the TV and watch a program.
I was forcing myself to act relaxed, but in reality, I couldn't focus on anything on the screen. I kept hoping for good news from Second Uncle. He had just mentioned that the Sorcerer was hiding in the school, which was a terrifying piece of information. The thought that I might be brushing shoulders with that Sorcerer every day made my heart race uncomfortably.
For several hours, neither Second Uncle nor the lawyer provided any updates. I wasn't sure if I should contact them; I wanted to ask but feared it might delay something important.
At that moment, a faint fragrance inexplicably filled the room. Azan Menta suddenly opened his eyes and called out to me with a serious expression. I didn't understand what he was saying and stood there dumbfounded. Azan Menta quickly approached me, pulling out a skull-shaped Yueye from his pocket and placing a small black coffin on the floor in front of him.
The scent had come out of nowhere; it smelled pleasant and somewhat familiar. After a moment of concentration, I suddenly remembered that this was the same fragrance I had once noticed on Liu Xuejie. Could this be the Mandala Flower that Second Uncle mentioned? No, compared to the scent on Liu Xuejie, this one was lighter but felt even more pronounced.
Azan Menta looked around with a frown. He couldn't determine where the scent was coming from; it seemed to be emanating from all directions at once. The faint Yin Qi around us felt like hidden snakes lurking nearby, making me anxious as I instinctively clutched my White Olive Amulet. At that moment, Azan Menta seemed ready to move but stopped after taking just a couple of steps.
He noticed a tiny red flower blooming on his arm. Frowning, Azan Menta plucked the flower off and stared silently at that spot on his skin. Since I wasn't far from him, I could clearly see that a small patch of his skin had turned bluish-green. He took out a knife wrapped in black cloth from his pocket and gently pressed the tip against his skin. A thin cut appeared immediately, but there was no blood.
Seeing this scene reminded me of when Azan Kunsha had cut Punk Senior. It was that very cut that confirmed Punk Senior had been afflicted by a rare form of Voodoo known as Flower Curse.
Now, with Azan Menta inexplicably sprouting flowers and not bleeding when cut, it bore striking similarities to the characteristics of Flower Curse. Instinctively, I thought: had that Sorcerer found his way here? How did he know I was here? If it wasn't one of our people leaking information, then it meant he had been secretly watching me all along. If that's the case, Second Uncle's discovery at the school might just be an old trace left by him or even a deliberately created false lead?
This wasn't impossible; those who aimed to frame me were quite cunning, and their entire scheme seemed nearly flawless. Even with Barrister's help, it only cleared me legally; in most people's eyes, I remained the cruel murderer!
Azan Menta's expression grew more serious as he tucked the knife into his pocket and returned to his original position, bending down to open the Black Coffin on the ground. I immediately saw a curled-up infant corpse inside. It was very small, possibly not even the size of a palm, and what was even more horrifying was that this infant corpse had two heads. I guessed it must have been a conjoined twin in life.
Ajan held Yueye in one hand while placing the coffin lid on his forehead with the other, then began to loudly recite the Invocation Spell. To my astonishment, the coffin on the ground started to tremble continuously without anyone touching it. The tremors grew stronger, and a powerful Yin Qi began to rise from within the coffin. What sent chills down my spine was that the long-silent conjoined twin corpse's eyes began to glow red. Its tiny mouth opened slightly, emitting a whistling sound.
Azan Menta knelt on the ground, cutting open his palm with the knife and smearing blood on the coffin lid. His chanting grew louder, and the infant corpse's mouth opened wider. The fragrance filling the room began to be drawn into its mouth as if by a vacuum cleaner. At that moment, I felt as if something was surrounding me completely. The White Olive Amulet continuously released warm energy to protect me, preventing that thing from invading my body. I thought that could be the Flower Curse; if it weren't for wearing the White Olive Amulet, I might have already been covered in flowers and turned into a complete Vegetative State.
Compared to my tension and unease, Azan Menta appeared much calmer. He kept smearing blood on the coffin, even getting some on his Yueye. This surprised me greatly; normally, an Ajan would never feed blood to a spirit they were offering to. They understood better than anyone else what feeding blood meant. Yet now, Azan Menta was cutting open his palm without hesitation, blood pouring out as if it were free.
Second Uncle once said that blood can enhance a spirit's power, so whether raising a ghost or offering Kuman, feeding blood is absolutely forbidden. First, when a spirit's power is enhanced, the Invocation Spell that Ajan originally used for empowerment may fail. Uncontrolled spirits often do terrifying things. Second, blood contains human bodily essence; feeding it to a spirit creates a close bond with it, making it difficult to sever ties later.
Thus, Azan Menta's current actions undoubtedly violated taboos. Why was he doing this?
After thinking it over, there was only one possibility.
If he didn't feed blood, he wouldn't be able to contend with the Flower Curse in the room!
I was startled by my own speculation; an Ajan Master left in this room by Second Uncle specifically to protect me would not be simple at all. Moreover, the Black Robed Mage from Northern Thailand is known for being particularly ruthless. It was clear how terrifying this Flower Curse must be if even such an Ajan Master was forced to resort to feeding blood at the beginning of their confrontation.
At that moment, I felt an itch all over my body and instinctively scratched a couple of times, noticing something unusual from the sensation under my nails. Looking down made me nearly scream in fright.
Most of my exposed skin had brown bumps emerging as if something was about to sprout. It was obvious that while the White Olive Amulet could block most Voodoo curses, it struggled against such a powerful Flower Curse. The main issue was that after several previous encounters, Second Uncle had not had time to take me to find a High Monk at the great temple for further empowerment. It was only natural for a weakened White Olive Amulet to have its defenses breached.
What shocked me even more was that Azan Menta also showed similar signs. His neck was covered with numerous brown bumps that were continuously growing. My scalp tingled and my mouth felt dry as I realized my own body mirrored this condition; it felt like my head might explode from anxiety.
Fortunately, the power of Azan Menta was not weak. After a lot of blood feeding, the Conjoined Ghost in the coffin absorbed all the fragrance in the room. Azan Menta stood up, holding Yueye, and pressed his hand against my forehead, continuously chanting spells. I felt an uncontrollable itch on my body, but upon closer inspection, I found that the bumps were rapidly disappearing. After a while, all abnormalities completely vanished.
Before I could even say thank you, Azan Menta quickly ran to the door and yanked it open. He darted out of the room, looking around the corridor in search of someone descending. I didn't dare stay alone in the room and hurriedly followed him.
Holding Yueye, Azan Menta squatted down at the doorway after a while. He examined something for a long time before slowly lifting the carpet laid in front of the door. I saw that there was a flower pressed under the carpet, seemingly burnt; with just a touch, it turned to dust. This was truly strange; it had maintained its shape while being pressed under the carpet just moments ago, yet now it crumbled so easily.
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