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Azan Menta pinched some of it with his fingers, rubbed it a few times, then sniffed it before letting out a cold snort.
He found a cup in the room and collected all the Flower Powder from under the carpet, placing it into the cup before closing the door. I saw him pull out a large number of items from his pocket: rusty nails, black soil, and various unknown powders. Azan Menta placed these items into the cup one by one while continuously chanting spells. After mixing them well, he poured the contents into the Black Coffin and then closed the coffin lid.
After chanting for several minutes, the coffin began to shake as if something inside was trying to burst out. I dared not stand too close, fearing that the Conjoined Ghost would escape and attack.
The shaking of the coffin continued for over ten minutes before it finally stopped. Azan Menta ceased his chanting and opened the coffin lid to take a look, then let out a cold laugh. Although I was standing at a distance, I could see that aside from the Conjoined Ghost, everything that had been poured in earlier had completely vanished. Had it been consumed by the little ghost?
While I was speculating, Azan Menta took out his phone and made a call. After a moment, he gestured for me to come over and answer it. Once I picked up, I realized he was calling Second Uncle.
Second Uncle had learned from Ajan that we had been attacked in the hotel. In fact, he had anticipated such an event but hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. His thoughts were similar to mine; he believed we had been set up by that Sorcerer. The opponent must have been lurking nearby, waiting for the right moment to ambush me. However, he did not expect there to be a Black Robed Mage from Northern Thailand in the room.
According to Azan Menta, there had indeed been a Flower Curse laid out in the room beforehand, which was quite powerful. Even with Azan Menta's magical abilities, he nearly fell victim to it; if he hadn’t decisively fed blood to the little ghost, we might not have made it out of that room alive.
It is important to note that the Conjoined Ghost in that Black Coffin was part of the same set as the Yueye in Ajan's possession. That skull belonged to a very powerful Sorcerer, who was also a woman. While alive, she intended to give birth to a Ghost Fetus. It is well-known that infants who die prematurely or are aborted carry immense Resentment. A Ghost Fetus, even while still alive, is already half-human and half-ghost. After death, its power becomes terrifyingly strong.
That Female Sorceress was also a person of great determination; typically, Ghost Fetuses are conceived by women with no connection to their progenitors—very few choose to bear one themselves. This is because Ghost Fetuses are so fearsome that upon birth, they must kill their own mothers first in order to enter the world. The plan of the Female Sorceress was to extract the fetus before it fully formed during her seventh month of pregnancy. This way, she wouldn’t be killed by her own creation. Moreover, she only wanted to artificially create a sufficiently strong little ghost; she feared losing control if it were a complete Ghost Fetus.
Everything went smoothly until seven months into her pregnancy when it was time for her planned cesarean section. Just then, an unexpected event occurred. As she cut open her abdomen to retrieve the still-forming Ghost Fetus, an enemy came looking for her. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, how could they show mercy? They killed the Female Sorceress, and that enemy was none other than my protector, Azan Menta!
After killing the Female Sorceress, Azan Menta took possession of what she had painstakingly nurtured for seven months. The body of the Female Sorceress was transformed into various dark objects, with her skull being enhanced into a Yueye. The half-formed Ghost Fetus, however, was cultivated into a little ghost using special methods. However, this little ghost was so powerful that even Azan Menta dared not use it casually; he had to constantly suppress it with a coffin inscribed with the Binding Ghost Scripture and the Soul-Settling Spell. When needed, he would also try to control its power as much as possible.
This time dealing with the Flower Curse, he was forced to feed blood to the Ghost Fetus, which significantly increased the difficulty of future control, leaving him quite displeased. The flower he discovered outside the door was not a real flower but rather pollen that had been manipulated into the shape of petals. This was the medium for the Flower Curse; it hadn't shattered before because its power had not completely dissipated. Once it lost its effectiveness, a simple touch would cause it to revert to countless grains of pollen.
Among Sorcerers, there is rarely any mutual descent. If a descent fails, it results in backlash, and the other party could seize the opportunity to retaliate. Therefore, most grievances among Sorcerers are actually grievances involving Victims; they do not hold grudges against each other. They seldom act like Azan Menta, who would come knocking with murderous intent, insisting on killing you. This is why the Black Robed Mage from Northern Thailand is considered more terrifying than those from other places—not because their Voodoo skills are superior, but because their methods are more ruthless.
Azan Menta felt uncomfortable and certainly would not let the matter go. The Flower Curse being absorbed by the conjoined Ghost Fetus was equivalent to a failed descent. Azan Menta collected the pollen and used Coffin Nail, Grave Soil, and various Mind Control Powders to create a retaliatory Nail Curse. Once this curse succeeded, it would feel as if steel nails were driven into the victim's body. The nails would travel through the bloodstream, puncturing holes here and there; before long, the victim would bleed out internally and die—a very insidious form of Voodoo.
Moreover, Azan Menta not only employed a retaliatory curse but also specifically used the conjoined Ghost Fetus for its execution. Under such circumstances, most Sorcerers would find it impossible to escape. If one were lucky, they might endure some torment but could potentially remove the Nail Curse if they acted quickly enough to survive. If unlucky, they would die instantly. The disappearance of what had been poured into the coffin indicated that the curse had already taken effect; now it depended on whether the other party had the ability to dispel it.
This situation sounded quite cruel, but I couldn't help but applaud it. If the other party wanted our lives, why should I feel sympathy for them? Unfortunately, that person must have hidden the Flower Curse in front of the door beforehand and released it from a distance after I arrived. Thus, we could not ascertain their exact location and could only use Voodoo to collect some interest.
What puzzled me was how they knew I would definitely come to this room? Furthermore, if they had set it up in advance, they must have known who was inside. Knowing there was a Black Robed Mage inside yet still daring to descend meant either this person was overly confident or had ulterior motives.
I couldn't figure it out, nor could Second Uncle. He advised me to stay close to Azan Menta at all times. Since Sorcerers were not at school anymore, continuing his investigation might yield no results; it would be better to bring people back and see if we could use me as bait to lure them out. I was astonished—was he really willing to use my nephew as bait? Was this still my Second Uncle?
In response, Second Uncle explained: "Better a short pain than a long one; wouldn't it be better to resolve this once and for all? Besides, everyone here is skilled; with them around, you'll be just fine."
I replied: "Right, just fine—patients in mental hospitals are all just fine; what good does that do?"
Second Uncle became furious and said: "It's settled then! If you keep arguing with me, I'll leave you alone there—do you believe that?"
I was genuinely intimidated by his threat; when afflicted by the Flower Curse earlier, I felt utterly miserable. That was just a prelude; if I ended up like Punk Senior—my muscles turning into fibers and unable to move—I might as well be dead.
After more than an hour, Second Uncle returned with three Ajan Masters following him into the room. One of them was someone I recognized well—Azan Kunsha, who had previously helped me deal with Spirit Child. He smiled at me warmly as a greeting. I breathed a sigh of relief; with four Ajan present, even genuine Evil Spirits would likely think twice before approaching us.
As soon as Second Uncle entered the room, he gulped down a pot of tea and then threw himself onto the sofa, saying, "It looks like that guy really intends to take your life. In a bit, I'll take everyone away, and you stay in the room. Don't worry, we'll keep an eye on this place at all times. If anything happens, we can rush over immediately. You might have to endure a bit, but it's better than being watched by that person all the time."
I was mentally prepared, so I naturally accepted whatever Second Uncle said. After a while, as he promised, Second Uncle took the four Ajan out of the room. I even saw his car drive far away from the hotel.
I anxiously clutched my phone in the room, waiting alone for four or five hours, but nothing unusual happened. Everything was very calm, as if the world had found peace.
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