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Thinking of that pain, I suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over me.
Perhaps it was the pressure from Ajan Dong that was too great. When the young man retreated to the wall, he suddenly grabbed the child and lifted him high. His voice was somewhat muffled, but it was still possible to hear that he was threatening us not to come any closer, or he would drop the child.
The child might not understand what it meant to be dropped to death, but he clearly realized that his father was doing something very wrong. So he was very scared and cried even louder.
Wen Boss, who had just finished a phone call outside, rushed in. Seeing the situation, he immediately shouted, "Wen Liang, what are you doing? Put the child down!"
Seeing him about to rush forward, I quickly held him back and said, "He has been possessed; nothing you say will work now!"
Wen Boss had already understood what possession meant in the car. Although this young man was physically his son, mentally, he was no longer the same.
With the "hostage" in hand, no one dared to act rashly. Even Ajan Dong could only stand there and think of a way. The possessed person had great strength; if he really dropped the child out of anger, it would definitely be a tragedy. I didn't want such a thing to happen and was about to urge Ajan Dong to come up with a solution when Wen Boss suddenly knelt down with a thud.
He bowed his head to the young man and cried out, "I'm sorry; it's my fault! But the child is innocent; you can't do this to him; he's still so small..."
"Innocent?" The young man let out a cold laugh like a chilling wind and said, "Your child is innocent, but what about mine? You want to save him, but who will save my child?"
He was extremely agitated, and the surrounding Yin Qi trembled violently. Ajan Dong gripped the Demon-Slaying Blade tighter, seemingly ready to take action.
If we charged in directly, it might lead to an unacceptable outcome. I had to step forward and say to the young man, "It's true that Wen Boss caused your death, but what does the child have to do with this? If you want revenge, just go after him!"
Wen Boss nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes! Come after me! You can kill me if you want, but don't harm him."
"Is it okay? How can it be okay!" The young man shouted frantically: "He took away the money I saved for my child's life; he caused my child’s death too! I want to kill his whole family so he knows this kind of pain!"
I was taken aback for a moment and then looked down at Wen Boss. He also had a confused expression, seemingly not understanding what the other party was saying. I believed that under these circumstances, Wen Boss would no longer deliberately hide anything; perhaps there really were things that outsiders did not understand.
Sure enough, amidst the frantic cries of the young man possessed, we gradually learned that Boss Wen had hit someone that day, resulting not only in the death of an adult male but also indirectly causing the death of a child. The man who was struck had rushed out in the dead of night with a large sum of money because his child had suddenly developed sepsis. He returned to take all the savings from his home, even including the gold necklace and ring that the child's mother had always hesitated to part with, thinking that if the money was insufficient, he could temporarily use these items.
Little did he know that as soon as he reached the roadside and before he could hail a cab, he was struck by Boss Wen. What was even more despicable was that Boss Wen not only failed to call for an ambulance but also stole the life-saving money meant for the child. In the stillness of the night, the man, unable to cry out loudly due to his injuries, felt a deep sense of panic, knowing that if he couldn't reach the hospital in time to pay for treatment, his child would likely die.
He felt fear, anger, and resentment, yet he was powerless.
Tormented by both physical and emotional pain, he endured one of the coldest nights of his life. By the time he was discovered and taken to the hospital the next day, it was already too late for any rescue efforts. His child ultimately died due to insufficient medical funds and delayed treatment.
The life-saving money was taken by the perpetrator, creating a profound resentment.
However, there was one thing I had previously misjudged. The soul of the man killed by Boss Wen did not directly attach itself to the wallet. Instead, when Boss Wen attempted to perform a ritual for him at a temple with monks and brought him back to that road, he realized that the "creditor" had returned. Thus, the evil spirit directly entered the wallet and followed Boss Wen back home.
Particularly, items like wallets and necklaces were among his most cherished possessions during his lifetime, so his spirit fragmented into several parts.
Ajan Dong dispersed one of these fragments in the car; the rest gathered together and attached themselves to this young man. He first attacked his mother, viciously biting off her hand adorned with a ring, then went inside and knocked his wife down as well, attempting to strangle her!
This is the complete sequence of events that is truly chilling. Even Boss Wen was left stunned upon hearing this. He thought he had merely killed someone but didn't realize it also involved an innocent child. Watching as the young man held onto his child without letting go, Boss Wen found himself at a loss for words.
Perhaps this is retribution; since I was there, I could not stand by idly.
Just as the evil spirit became most agitated, Ajan Dong suddenly pierced his own arm with a Demon-Slaying Blade, drawing blood. He dipped his fingers in blood and sprinkled it around while loudly reciting an Invocation Spell. The blood seemed to evaporate in mid-air, transforming into a thick red mist that quickly enveloped the young man.
I heard beast-like roars emanating from within the mist as Ajan Dong advanced with his blade. Seizing the moment when the young man was startled by the blood mist, he plunged the knife into him.
Boss Wen, who had been watching from the side, let out a scream and fainted on the ground. He must have thought that his son had been stabbed to death. But I knew such an outcome wouldn't occur. So when Ajan Dong made his move, I rushed over too; as he thrust in the knife, I swiftly snatched away the child.
Echoes of anguished cries filled the room as the young man let out a desperate roar: "Why! Why are you doing this to me! He killed me! He killed my child! Why!"
Holding onto the wailing infant and listening to those heart-wrenching cries made my heart ache. He was right; all blame lay with Boss Wen. All sins arose because of him. I looked at Ajan Dong and urged him not to simply disperse this evil spirit but rather to subdue it first and refine it later, giving it a chance for rebirth.
Ajan Dong shook his head and said, "This spirit is too fierce and incomplete. Even if it is refined later, it will be difficult to control. Otherwise, it will eventually bring trouble to the Victim."
I remained silent for a few seconds, understanding his meaning. Ajan Dong was not incapable of subduing this evil spirit, but why would he want to? An incomplete spirit is equivalent to being uncontrollable, and for Ajan Master, such a spirit holds no value. I knew that my sympathy was of little use; I had to respect Ajan Dong's wishes.
With my tacit agreement, Ajan Dong drew the Demon-Slaying Blade. As he moved, streams of Yin Qi continuously dissipated. The young man's screams gradually weakened. When the last trace of Yin Qi completely vanished, he collapsed to the ground.
I sighed, feeling the residual Yin Qi in the room, knowing that the evil spirit had been thoroughly dispersed. It couldn't even cause trouble in the human realm, let alone have a chance at reincarnation.
This was quite unfair to it, and for a time, I felt quite indignant about it.
Later, Second Uncle asked me, "If a dog wanted to bite its owner because the owner hit it, would you cheer for it or even help it, or would you quickly think of a way to rescue its owner?"
I replied, "Of course I would save the person!"
Second Uncle said, "Then that's settled. If a person hits a dog, you might feel sympathy. But if the dog wants to bite someone to death, regardless of the reason, you cannot stand by and do nothing. Both situations are human nature."
I said, "How can spirits be compared to dogs? It was once a person!"
Second Uncle replied, "You know it was once! When it died and became an evil spirit, it was no longer of the same race as humans. From this perspective, what's the difference from a dog? They are both different species. So you cannot stand by while a dog kills its owner; naturally, you cannot watch an evil spirit kill people either. There's nothing unfair about it. We are human; we must help humans!"
I must admit that Second Uncle made a lot of sense. It is precisely because of this reasoning that humanity has been able to survive on this perilous planet and ultimately become its rulers.
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