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In the end, they felt that the way these workers died resembled some kind of Voodoo. Although they had never heard of anyone using jade to cast spells, there were certain similarities on the surface. Therefore, the Azhans decided to nominate someone to touch the jade and see what was truly strange about it.
Normally, no one would want to conduct such an experiment because it was too dangerous; just touching it could cost them their lives. However, in this situation, it was impossible to uncover the real issue without interacting with the jade. The nomination by the Azhans was essentially a lottery. Second Uncle wrote down numbers on a piece of paper, with only one number being different.
In the end, a sorcerer from Hong Kong drew the short straw. When he opened the paper, his expression changed slightly, but there was no turning back at this point. If he dared to back out, without Second Uncle saying a word, the Ajan present would have devoured him alive.
The sorcerer gritted his teeth and said to Second Uncle, "I want more money!"
Second Uncle readily agreed, nodding and saying, "No problem. As long as you can find out what’s wrong, I’ll give you an extra hundred thousand this time!"
A hundred thousand dollars was equivalent to buying a life. So even though no one would speak up if he didn’t offer more money, Second Uncle still agreed. In this regard, he was very much like his grandfather; as long as you worked hard for me, you would definitely not be shortchanged.
Hearing Second Uncle's affirmative answer gave the sorcerer the determination he needed. He took off his clothes, keeping only a few protective talismans on him, and then slowly walked forward. This was done so that if anything unusual occurred with the jade, others could see everything more clearly and intuitively.
I felt very nervous and worried for this "unfortunate" Ajan. Ordinary people would die just from touching this jade; could a sorcerer really withstand it?
Soon, the sorcerer's hand touched the jade. His body suddenly trembled, and a look of terror appeared on his face. Immediately afterward, the blue color in the jade began to darken. This darkening spread outward from his fingertips; his nails quickly cracked with a snapping sound, and his skin wrinkled as if it had been drained of moisture. In just a few seconds, his entire arm underwent an extremely terrifying transformation as if something were sucking out its vitality.
The other Azhans silently watched everything unfold; no one intended to rush in to help. Even if this sorcerer died, it was his own business; others only needed to use this life to unravel the mystery.
But Second Uncle did not think that way; he only wanted to earn money safely without risking lives in exchange. So when he saw something unusual happening to the sorcerer, he immediately shouted at the surrounding Ajan: "Quick! Save him!"
Azan Menta shook his head with difficulty and said, "We dare not touch him!"
Second Uncle was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood. His expression changed rapidly, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly dashed forward and collided with the mage. Both of them fell to the ground, and the mage's fingers successfully detached from the emerald.
I was taken aback; I didn't expect Second Uncle to take such a risky action. I hurried over to help him up. Second Uncle shook his head, saying he was fine, and immediately turned the mage over to check on him. The mage from Hong Kong had already lost most of his shoulder function. He opened his palm, and we saw some very fine blue stripes in his palm, as if blue dye had been injected into his veins.
He glanced at his hand and then gave a weak and sorrowful smile before sincerely thanking Second Uncle. Without Second Uncle, he would have certainly died; even if he had received a hundred thousand dollars after death, he wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy it.
Seeing that the mage was still alive, Second Uncle sighed in relief and asked how he felt. The mage said that his arm was likely completely ruined. He looked at the emerald beside him, panic appearing on his face: "There's something inside... I saw it!"
Second Uncle quickly asked, "What did you see?"
The mage's body trembled continuously; it was clear that he was very frightened. It was rare for a skilled Voodoo Black Robed Mage to be so panicked. Hearing Second Uncle's question, he raised his withered palm and said, "It’s a finger... I saw a finger..."
In the mage's account, when he pressed his finger against the emerald, he immediately saw another finger reaching out from behind the emerald to make contact with it. But that finger was entirely different from a human's; it was large, resembling a devil's claw. He could even feel a metallic texture at its tip.
The finger emerging from the emerald drained his vitality and transmitted some unusual power to him. The blue color we saw on his hand was a manifestation of that power.
After hearing this, everyone looked at the emerald with serious expressions and remained silent. What had just happened was too unbelievable. The mage said there was a finger inside the emerald, yet only he could see it. So many people were gathered around but only noticed the dull color changes within the emerald.
One Ajan speculated that the finger might not actually exist but rather be a form of spiritual power. That would explain why only he could see it.
This was indeed a good explanation and also clarified where the previous accidents involving Azhans came from. Spiritual power is often elusive; for example, practices like Voice Reduction popular in Hong Kong or spirit possession in Taiwan are both forms of spiritual power.
Subsequently, many Ajan gathered around the mage to closely examine his arm. Someone took out a knife and made an incision in his palm. The mage remained unfazed as if the arm being cut did not belong to him. He clearly stated that this hand was already useless; not only could it not be used anymore, but it also lacked any sensation typical of human limbs.
Surprisingly, when the knife cut into the mage's palm and touched those colors, there was suddenly resistance felt. The Ajan who was cutting immediately said, "The thing inside is very hard, like stone."
He was certainly not speaking in Chinese, but for convenience, I can only narrate it plainly.
Ajan carefully cut away the blue-infused area and meticulously removed the excess flesh and blood. In the end, what appeared before us was a very small piece of Blue Ice.
This was unbelievable! The previous Mine Owners had mentioned that workers who died from touching jade were found to have jade within their bodies. Now, we were witnessing this scene firsthand. In just a few seconds, a top-grade jadeite had actually grown inside a human body. How could this be possible? It defied all known natural laws!
One Ajan mustered his courage and held the piece of Blue Ice in his hand, but then his expression changed. We all thought something was about to happen and instinctively moved away from him. However, Ajan surprisingly said, "There is no power in this thing; it's just ordinary jade!"
This sudden revelation was both amusing and frustrating. Azhans took a long time to clean Hong Kong Master's arm thoroughly. The final conclusion was that during those few seconds, a force had entered his body through the contact point between his fingers and the jade. All the blood vessels and meridians had transformed into the same jadeite, and even within the flesh, there were tiny particles resembling fine dust. This indicated that if more time passed, perhaps Hong Kong Master would be completely assimilated by the jade.
From this perspective, he was indeed fortunate amidst misfortune!
Both Azhans and I subconsciously looked at Second Uncle. He was the one who stepped up when everyone else lost their courage and saved Hong Kong Master. In their eyes, there was an added element—gratitude and respect. Second Uncle demonstrated through his actions that he was not merely a spectator; he was a businessman and a warrior willing to risk his life for them!
The most sincere human emotions are never maintained by money.
With a calm expression, Second Uncle pondered for a moment before suddenly looking up at the massive jadeite and proposing a mind-blowing possibility: "This piece of jade is so large; it shouldn't have formed naturally. Could it be that... many people have come here before and were then assimilated into jade?"
This was not impossible. Given its astonishing size, such a complete treasure had never been discovered in nature. If it were created by heaven, it would simply be laughable!
Second Uncle's speculation left us utterly stunned.
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