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After both of my arms were covered in bloodstains, Ajan Tun took out a black circular wooden box from his pocket and opened it. He then dripped the blood from my arm into the box and placed it on my chest, beginning to chant incantations.
Although my body felt as if it were anesthetized, I still keenly sensed a stream of Yin Qi surging from the box, desperately trying to penetrate my body. I had no idea what Ajan Tun was planning; that Yin Qi was clearly some sort of spirit, and if it entered my body, wouldn't that mean it was possessing me? Was he trying to harm me?
It couldn't be; with Second Uncle around, no Ajan would dare to harm me casually. Moreover, Ajan Tun must be someone trustworthy since he was brought here by Second Uncle to help.
The Yin Qi slithered like a slender snake; it had tasted my blood, creating an inexplicable connection between us. Soon, it darted into my body from my chest. In an instant, I felt a surge of strength throughout my body, but apart from my thoughts, I couldn't control anything else freely. Just then, an extremely cold aura suddenly flashed through my mind.
This was also a form of Yin Qi, but it was powerful and carried a strong scent of blood.
As soon as it appeared, it immediately lunged toward the Yin Qi that had just entered my body. I could even feel its anger, like a beast whose territory had been invaded.
However, before it could reach me, the Yin Qi quickly retreated. It fled from my body back into the wooden box. At the same time, Ajan Tun swiftly smeared the blood from my arm all over my upper body and loudly recited the Invocation Spell. The Yin Qi that had emerged from my head crashed around, trying to escape, but to no avail. The blood acted like a barrier, trapping it firmly inside.
Perhaps realizing it had fallen into a trap, it changed direction and headed toward my head. Instinctively, I thought about what this entity intended—did it want to control me? Ajan Tun had anticipated this; he grabbed the White Olive Amulet around my neck and pressed it against my forehead while the Invocation Spell echoed throughout the room. The power contained within the White Olive Amulet spread through my mind like a rainbow light, securely protecting it.
The Yin Qi could not break through the barrier of the White Olive Amulet; it roamed angrily around like a mad lion. But no matter how terrifying it was, it could not change the outcome.
As the Invocation Spell continued, the Yin Qi gradually weakened; or rather, it seemed as if it were being hypnotized and was about to fall into a state of slumber.
I sensed many malicious thoughts and overwhelming negative emotions from it. This mental force was enough to make one’s head feel like it was about to explode. I finally understood what Second Uncle meant by pain—it wasn't physical but mental!
It felt as if countless needles were simultaneously stabbing into your head and then being violently stirred around; your brain would feel like it's being mixed up! I clutched my head and screamed in agony, but Ajan Tun held me firmly down on the hospital bed. He knew very well that if he couldn't seal the Spirit Child in one go, there would be no second chance. These malevolent spirits were clever—perhaps even smarter than when they were alive—because they acted on instinct and would never make the same mistake twice after encountering danger!
After more than ten minutes, the Yin Qi gradually quieted down; it became drowsy and lost its connection within my body. It did not disappear but rather fell into a deep sleep. If one day I needed it again, it would still awaken.
Ajan Tun released my hands, and the sweat he was shedding was no less than mine, perhaps even more. This was a Black Robed Mage who had just entered the circle and needed success to establish his reputation.
After a while, I opened my eyes and felt much clearer in my mind. Second Uncle bent down and asked how I felt. I tried to lift my head and replied that it was not bad.
Second Uncle chuckled and then slapped me on the head, scolding, "I'll deal with you once you get up!"
His temper could turn on a dime, faster than a summer thunderstorm. I was speechless but knew I had made a mistake, so I didn’t dare to argue.
That time in the hospital, I lost count of how many bags of blood were used for the transfusion. When I was discharged, the doctor remarked, "The amount of blood you used is more than what three women with severe bleeding during pregnancy would need combined!"
From a certain perspective, it felt like all the blood in my body had been replaced...
Second Uncle kept his word; after I was discharged, he promptly gave me a beating, saying that without discipline, one wouldn't learn. Thus, in front of Hu Xiaoyi and Liang Xi, I experienced domestic violence...
Afterward, Second Uncle said, "You’re lucky, kid. Ajan Tun's master has encountered similar situations before, which is why he has this experience. If it were another Ajan, it probably wouldn’t have been so easy to retrieve the Spirit Child. So you really are fortunate!"
Ajan Tun smiled beside us; he was a young and capable Black Robed Mage. I was grateful to him since he was my lifesaver. However, I couldn't understand why he wanted me to be possessed.
Second Uncle slapped me again and said, "Without possession, how can we draw the Spirit Child back? In a normal Amulet, there can only be one spirit; if another one appears out of nowhere, they will fight. One must perish for the other to exist. The Spirit Child resides in your body now, so you are essentially a human-shaped Amulet. It’s comfortable where it is but suddenly being intruded upon will naturally cause trouble. So consider yourself lucky that Ajan Tun thought of this method."
I also felt fortunate to have escaped death several times. As the saying goes, "Surviving great calamities brings future blessings." Of course, that was just a way to comfort myself. In my view, living a life free from illness or disaster is true fortune; all this talk about future blessings is nonsense!
After leaving the hospital, Second Uncle did two things.
The first was buying Hu Xiaoyi a new laptop that was exactly like the old one. This was because Hu Xiaoyi had once taken a knife for me and deserved compensation. As for the fuss in the hospital, it was purely out of anger and not directed at him.
The second thing was to visit Gao Donglin. We saw this arrogant manager in the hospital, and it was hard to tell how many misfortunes he had faced; there wasn't a single good spot on him. Looking into the ward, he was crying uncontrollably on the bed. A passing nurse commented, "This patient is really unfortunate; he gets hurt doing everything and has become a regular at our hospital. I've heard his mind isn't quite right anymore, so his family is preparing to send him to a mental hospital for treatment."
Second Uncle raised his chin, indicating I should look at Gao Donglin, and asked, "Is this the result you wanted?"
I lowered my head and said, "No."
"Are you happy?" Second Uncle asked again.
I shook my head once more; how could I be happy? Although at first I wished to torture this person, that was merely an impulsive thought. He had scammed us out of several thousand dollars, but it wasn't a death sentence. Now that he was being tormented to the brink of madness, it did seem a bit excessive. However, I had to admit this was unexpected. If it had been a different spirit or a different method, the outcome would surely have been different.
After hearing my explanation, Second Uncle slapped me and said, "Does it matter what the result is? What matters is the beginning! If you don't think about getting revenge on him, no matter what kind of spirit or method you use, it wouldn't have ended up like this! I warned you before not to raise spirits and definitely not to think about using them for anything. These things are very troublesome; if you're not careful, they can spiral out of control. Do you think the money our family has made over the years was just picked up off the street? It all came from foolish people like you!"
I pouted and said, "Then why do you still sell..."
Second Uncle slapped me again and said, "Nonsense! A seller of kitchen knives can't tell people not to use knives to cut things; what if they do? Should they stop selling them?"
Arguing with Second Uncle was pointless; I had no choice but to admit I was wrong—very wrong. Second Uncle pulled out a thousand yuan from his pocket and slipped it through the door crack. I looked puzzled and asked, "What are you doing? Although the outcome was a bit unexpected, it doesn't mean we should feel sorry for him."
Second Uncle replied, "Feel sorry? He scammed you and then compensated with a thousand. Now we've scammed him too, so we should follow suit and compensate him with a thousand as well—no more than that!"
I paused for a moment and then laughed. That's Second Uncle for you; he always repays grievances promptly and usually right on the spot.
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