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Wen Boss thought at that moment that since the person was hit so badly, he probably wouldn't survive. Taking advantage of no one seeing him, he quickly decided to run away.
So, he took the bag of money and fled the scene. To avoid the surveillance cameras at the intersection, he even took a long detour through the nearby countryside before returning to the main road. When he anxiously returned home, Wen Boss trembled as he opened the bag and found over fifty thousand yuan inside. Besides the money, there was also a gold necklace and a gold ring, both of which looked somewhat old.
At that time, the landlord of his shop had just expressed a desire to sell it, and Wen Boss was short on cash. Although fifty thousand yuan wasn't a large sum, it could at least help him in a pinch. As for the gold necklace and ring, after much consideration, he still didn't dare to sell them. After all, he didn't know where they came from and was afraid someone might come looking for them.
So he kept the money for himself and gave the necklace and ring to his wife. His wife was also a careless woman; she didn't think it was strange for her husband to bring home an old necklace out of nowhere and was instead quite happy to wear it.
He also learned from the news that he hadn't directly killed the man that day, but because it was very cold at night and there were few people around, by the time the man was discovered the next day, he was already on the brink of death. After being rescued in the hospital for a day and night, he ultimately couldn't be saved.
After hearing this news, Wen Boss couldn't eat or sleep well every day and had nightmares every night about that man coming to seek revenge on him.
To escape responsibility, he drove his Passat into a rock to file an insurance claim and then repaired the front of the car. This way, even if the police traced it back to him, they wouldn't find any evidence. Wen Boss believed he had done everything perfectly, but still felt uneasy about having driven a car that had killed someone. So he decided to sell it and buy another one, coincidentally spotting a BMW that had also been involved in a fatal accident.
Thus, he bought that cursed car and sought out monks from a temple to perform rituals for both vehicles. What terrified him was that for some reason, the monks chose to conduct their rites on the very road where he had hit the man. Wen Boss was scared to death; although the monks assured him there would be no problem, something happened that night.
Soon after, he came to me seeking help from Ajan Dong.
The wallet found in his car belonged to the deceased. The resentment attached to it had not dissipated. Ajan Dong believed that Wen Boss hadn't been disturbed by malevolent spirits before because this spirit hadn't gained much power yet. However, after performing rituals that brought it back to where it died, its negative energy surged and became exceptionally fierce.
Compared to Ajan Dong's expertise, I cared more about Wen Boss himself. At first, I thought he was a decent person—warm-hearted and generous—not like a scheming villain. But I never expected him to commit such a vile act.
Wen Boss drove nervously, filled with regret as he said, "I was also eager to buy those two shops, and I felt that my career was just starting. If I ended up in prison like this, what would happen to my family? I didn't expect him to hold on for so long; I thought he would die on the spot..."
"If you knew he could be saved, you wouldn't have gone to help because you were blinded by your own interests," I said coldly. "It takes money to compensate for a life lost, but everyone knows that taking care of a disabled person can cost even more. Your choice to flee the scene already shows your mindset at that moment."
Wen Boss fell silent for several seconds, then sighed heavily and said, "I know I've done wrong, but my wife and children are innocent! I'm not asking you to let me go or help cover this up; I just want my family to be safe! They know nothing about this, really!"
I did consider walking away from the situation; showing sympathy for someone with such a corrupt character could lead to more harm. But then I thought of the young couple I had seen working hard at the market a few days ago. They seemed kind and honest. I believed they were unaware of what had happened. It would indeed be unfair if they were affected because of Wen Boss's mistake.
After some contemplation, I said to Wen Boss, "I can help you, but you must agree to two conditions!"
Wen Boss nodded repeatedly, saying, "You say it; I'll agree to anything—two conditions or twenty—as long as it helps my family!"
I replied, "The first condition is that once this matter is resolved, you must turn yourself in and do your best to compensate the victim's family."
Wen Boss fell silent. From his expression, it was clear he was reluctant. I understood his thoughts well; fleeing the scene was meant to protect his business from collapsing. Turning himself in would mean all his efforts that day were in vain. His internal struggle was normal, but I wouldn't give him time to hesitate. I said straightforwardly, "If you're unwilling, I'll get out of the car. If you have the ability, find another Ajan to help you!"
Half a minute later, Wen Boss still hadn't stopped the car. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, producing creaking sounds. After a long pause, he finally nodded and said, "I promise you that once this is over, I'll turn myself in. Whatever demands they have from their side that I can meet, I'll agree to!"
I acknowledged with an "mm," then continued, "The second condition is that you must not mention me or Ajan Master to anyone. We don't want to escalate the impact of this matter; as long as heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know—that's enough."
This condition wasn't too difficult for him; Wen Boss nodded and agreed.
The reason I made such a request was that helping him felt like tainting my own life—a bit like those lawyers in movies who defend bullies in court. I didn't like those principle-less lawyers and naturally didn't want to become one myself.
BMW Although it had been in an accident, its overall performance was not significantly affected. The lights in the city were enough to illuminate the road. Before long, we arrived at the market. Wen Boss parked the car with a screech in front of the shop, jumped out, and began banging on the door while shouting the names of his wife and children. It was then that I realized his family lived on the floor above the shop, which had been connected.
After shouting for a while without any response from inside, Wen Boss became anxious and started kicking the door. When I asked him if he had a key, he suddenly remembered that it was hanging from his waist. He slapped his forehead and hurriedly took out the key to unlock the door and rushed inside.
Ajan Dong and I followed closely behind. As soon as we entered, we felt a surge of Yin Qi swirling around. From upstairs came the sound of a child crying, and Wen Boss hurriedly ran up.
When we reached the upper floor, we saw blood on the ground and a middle-aged woman lying on the floor. Wen Boss nearly fainted from shock and collapsed on the spot. I frowned and walked over to check on the woman, discovering that she looked in agony, with marks on her neck as if someone had choked her, and her face was slightly bruised. Most horrifyingly, her ring finger was broken, with jagged edges and blood everywhere, looking quite terrifying.
From her pulse and complexion, it seemed she was in temporary shock due to excessive fright combined with pain. I urged Wen Boss to quickly call for an ambulance while Ajan Dong and I headed toward the room where the child was crying loudly.
The room was locked. After twisting the handle twice with no response, I decided not to hesitate any longer and kicked the door directly. Fortunately, this house was old, and the lock was one of those traditional wooden frames; after about ten kicks, the door was askew. Ajan Dong came over and gave it a strong push, causing it to fall down.
At that moment, I saw chaos inside the room. A young woman lay on the floor while Wen Boss's son was gripping her neck tightly with both hands, mumbling something indistinctly.
Their child was only three or four years old and did not understand what was happening; seeing his parents "fighting," he stood in the corner crying loudly.
Without hesitation, I rushed forward to pull him away. The young man turned to look at me with an exceptionally fierce expression; veins and muscles bulged all over his face as if they were about to burst. His terrifying appearance sent chills down my spine. He casually swung his arm and knocked me to the ground. At that moment, Ajan Dong approached and drew out his Demon-Slaying Blade.
Faced with the powerful Black Robed Mage, this possessed young man finally remembered what fear felt like. He quickly stood up, backing away while shouting at Ajan Dong. Blood foam continuously spewed from his mouth; I vaguely saw half a finger moving around inside. No wonder the middle-aged woman outside had such an uneven injury on her finger; it turned out it had been bitten off forcefully.
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