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He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small knife. The knife looked familiar, and after thinking for a moment, I remembered it. Two years ago, when I had just started college, a tourist from the mainland, driven by greed, took away Second Uncle's Six Ghostly Female Spirit Boxes. As a result, his girlfriend accidentally spilled Corpse Oil on her hand, leading to possession.
Ajan Dong seemed to be in a bad mood that day, so he took out the knife and ruthlessly plunged it into the girl's back. Surprisingly, after that, the girl woke up without any wounds on her body, as if the stabbing had only been an illusion.
Second Uncle had specifically introduced it, saying it was called the Demon-Slaying Blade, an essential tool for Thailand's High Monks in the past. Later on, the White-Clad and Black-Clad Achan also began to craft some for self-defense. Nowadays, many believers in Amulets would also invite one home for worship. However, in reality, the Demon-Slaying Blade is mostly a sacred object imbued with power but lacks the ability to fulfill wishes. Of course, if it were truly empowered by a High Monk, it could indeed protect against petty troubles and dispel malevolent spirits.
Such items are relatively niche and quite difficult to find; Second Uncle didn't sell many of them.
After taking out the Demon-Slaying Blade, Ajan Dong smashed the car window with the handle and then thrust the knife inside. I heard a piercing scream from within that was incredibly grating. A large amount of Yin Qi surged out of the car, attempting to escape. Seizing the opportunity, Ajan Dong pulled open the car door while stabbing at the seat with the Demon-Slaying Blade and chanting loudly.
I could sense two slightly weaker streams of Yin Qi being forced into the shroud by his chanting and the spells inscribed on the car. However, there was still a powerful stream of Yin Qi that refused to yield.
It darted back and forth inside and outside the car like a vengeful spirit unwilling to give in or like a venomous snake waiting to strike. But Ajan Dong's powers were formidable and far beyond what such malevolent spirits could contend with. The Demon-Slaying Blade pierced into the car dozens of times before this stream of Yin Qi finally couldn't withstand it any longer and exploded violently. A massive surge of Yin Qi rushed out, making my clothes flap wildly. However, the powder Ajan Dong had spread around remained completely undisturbed.
Ajan Dong held the Demon-Slaying Blade in his hand and walked around the car before retrieving a wallet from inside. He held it in his hand and sensed it carefully; after a while, he suddenly frowned and walked over.
I could feel that all of the Yin Qi inside the car had vanished, and those scattered outside were dissipating rapidly as well. Logically speaking, this should indicate that the ritual was successful. Yet why did Ajan Dong look so dissatisfied? Also, what was he doing with the wallet? Although I knew that Ajan Master was straightforward and usually kept matters separate from money, I didn't think he would be so anxious as to not let go of a victim's wallet.
As he approached me, I immediately voiced my confusion. Ajan Dong explained, "The ritual was indeed successful; this car is clean now and will no longer be haunted by evil spirits."
I was even more puzzled and asked, "Then why do you still frown?"
Ajan Dong replied, "Because the most powerful spirit is not entirely in this car. This is just part of it; some are hidden elsewhere. We must find its hiding place to completely eliminate it."
I nodded in understanding and then looked at the wallet in Ajan Dong's hand. How clever he was! He noticed my unease from my expression and explained, "That spirit was previously hiding in this wallet, which is why I brought it over to see whose it was."
I turned to Wen Boss and asked, "Is this wallet yours?"
Wen Boss glanced up for a moment and then immediately lowered his head. He was trembling all over and took a long time to respond. I impatiently asked a few more times before he stammered, "He, he, no, it's mine..."
I felt awkward listening to him. It's just a wallet; why can't he even clarify that? What on earth did he see that scared him so much?
At that moment, Ajan Dong asked if we needed to continue investigating the evil spirit. He said that although the spirit had been mostly shattered, the remaining part would likely lose its sanity completely. If we didn't find it, it could pose a significant threat to those around it. The mild consequence would be confusion, while the severe consequence could lead to being possessed and committing irreversible evil acts!
I knew very well what possessed individuals could do; in a sense, they were no longer human but rather corporeal ghosts or evil spirits! For such beings, morals and laws held no sway. They would only think about expressing their malevolent thoughts and obsessions completely, even though doing so would cause them to dissipate entirely, thus giving them a chance at reincarnation. But for the living, this was not good news.
Given my personality, I certainly didn't want such things to happen, but tracking down the remnants of the evil spirit wouldn't be easy. Moreover, this involved the issue of reward; I couldn't let Ajan Dong work for free, could I? However, this matter had nothing to do with Wen Boss, so he probably wouldn't be willing to pay for charity.
Just as I was about to resolutely ignore the situation, Wen Boss suddenly grabbed my shirt and asked, "You just said that ghost isn't dead? Where will it go? Who will it look for?"
It wasn't surprising that he was so concerned; after all, if someone got bitten by a dog, they'd want to ensure the dog was dealt with to avoid getting hurt again. I patiently explained, "Normally, spirits linger around the people or objects they loved or were most attached to in life. If it were a complete spirit, Ajan Master could perform a ritual to locate its attachment. But the spirit in your car is incomplete; half is hidden in the wallet while the other half is unaccounted for. It might not be easy to find. As for who it will seek out, naturally it will go after whoever is closest."
Wen Boss paused for a moment and then stammered, "Are you saying that if something from its past is near someone, it'll go after that person?"
Since it was such a simple question, I didn't feel like elaborating further. But unexpectedly, Wen Boss suddenly shouted and tried to run out to flag down a car. I thought he was suffering from shock and quickly stopped him, saying, "Where are you going? Even if you're heading home, there's no need to rush like this; besides, the car can already be driven."
Upon hearing this, Wen Boss quickly turned towards the BMW. When he reached the car door, he hesitated for a moment and showed an expression of fear on his face. I smiled and said, "Don't worry; several spirits have been exorcised by Ajan; nothing else will happen."
To my surprise, Wen Boss didn't respond to that. Instead, he abruptly said, "I know where it is!"
"Huh?" I was momentarily taken aback and Ajan Dong's broken Chinese didn't help clarify things either.
Wen Boss's expression grew increasingly grim, more panicked than when he had previously learned that there were three spirits in the car. He said, "I know where that ghost is! You all come with me!"
I was quite puzzled and asked him, "Where is the ghost?"
Wen Boss's answer was shocking; he said, "That ghost... is in my house!"
"How do you know?" I asked.
Wen Boss looked complicated and said, "Get in the car first; I'll tell you on the way!"
I wasn't afraid of him being sneaky; instead, I was incredibly curious about the answer. Why would Wen Boss say that the ghost was in his house? Did the evil spirit have something to do with him?
After getting into the car with Ajan Dong, Wen Boss quickly started the vehicle and sped home at a pace faster than ever before. While driving, he revealed the truth to us.
About a month ago, on a night like this, he was driving his Passat home. Because there were few cars on the road and he had drunk a bit, he was driving quite fast. At that moment, the right headlight of the Passat was broken, providing insufficient illumination for the road. At a major turn, due to a blind spot, Wen Boss failed to see a pedestrian suddenly running out from an intersection.
He said he had also been drinking heavily and did not do it on purpose. After hitting the person, he immediately sobered up significantly and hurriedly stopped to check.
The pedestrian was already unconscious from the impact, and Wen Boss couldn't tell if there was still any hope for them. He was very anxious when he suddenly noticed that besides the lying pedestrian, there was also a large bag on the ground. Wen Boss initially wanted to find a way to contact the person's family but was astonished to discover that the bag was filled with money. Roughly counting, there were at least fifty or sixty thousand.
He had already been overwhelmed by alcohol and fear, and upon seeing so much money all at once, he became dizzy with greed. Most importantly, there were no cameras at that intersection, no lights, and no other pedestrians passing by.
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