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However, no matter what, Boss Yin's experiences added a layer of mystery to this incident. Later, I asked him in detail about the monk he had invited. Boss Yin said that the monk actually came to his door himself. He was begging for alms at the entrance of his house and, by some strange coincidence, asked if he could exorcise spirits. The monk said he could, so Boss Yin took him to the construction site.
It sounds simple, but upon closer inspection, it’s not that straightforward. Boss Yin lived in a high-end community with strict management, even more so than the place where Punk Senior used to stay. Without the homeowner personally leading the way, it would be impossible to enter. So the question arises: how did the monk get into this community?
Boss Yin couldn't figure it out either, just like we couldn't understand how today's Young Monk disappeared from the car.
This incident is one of the most bizarre experiences I've had since becoming a Dealer!
Earlier, Ajan Dong mentioned that the departing Cursed Spirit would eventually return to the house. So during the few days that Ajan was hospitalized, Boss Yin, following instructions, had people guard that house closely; no one was allowed to enter the room without permission. A few days later, Ajan Dong's wounds healed and he was discharged from the hospital. Meanwhile, Second Uncle called me to ask how things were going with Ajan Dong. His implication was clear: Ajan had been with me for too long. He was an "employee" of the company and couldn't keep doing my work as an outsider.
I told him things were a bit tricky but should be resolved in a couple of days. Second Uncle acknowledged this and reminded me to be careful. He didn't really call to urge Ajan Dong to return; otherwise, he could have just called Master directly. After chatting for a bit, Second Uncle asked if I remembered the Hong Kong Master who got injured at the Myanmar Jade Mine.
I recalled him and remembered that one of his arms was severely injured; Second Uncle even gave him an extra hundred thousand as a Reward. I said I remembered him; was he coming to mainland China?
Second Uncle replied, "It would be surprising if he could come; he’s already dead."
"What?" I was taken aback and quickly asked, "What happened? Was he murdered?"
Second Uncle couldn’t clarify; he had heard it from someone else. After injuring his arm, this Hong Kong Master had stayed home and rarely went out. Occasionally he took on a few jobs but didn’t make any big moves. For a while, he lost contact with everyone. Friends who visited his residence later reported a foul smell coming from inside. When they called the police to break down the door, they discovered that the master had died in his home.
It was said that his death was quite strange; his entire face had caved in as if someone had punched his nose into his skull. However, oddly enough, there were no signs of damage or tearing on his facial skin; it looked as if he had been born that way. On his exposed chest, there were bloody patterns carved into his flesh.
The police naturally could not understand the pattern, so the mage's friend invited someone from the field. This person examined it carefully for half a day and thought it resembled some kind of writing. However, he couldn't decipher it either, so he decided to draw the pattern and seek out some knowledgeable individuals for further study.
Aside from that, the mage's severed arm was also missing. Judging by the wound, it seemed to have been cut off by a sharp object. This left people puzzled; if it were a suicide, there would be no need for such self-mutilation. If it were murder, why would the killer take away the dismembered arm? As a keepsake?
This was some information that Second Uncle had gathered. So far, no one had been able to decipher the meaning of the pattern. Upon hearing this news, I instinctively felt uneasy but couldn't pinpoint why. Perhaps it was because I had once interacted with that mage, making it hard not to think about how coincidental it was that he was the one who died.
This incident also caused some ripples in Hong Kong's circles, but it was limited to curiosity about the strange pattern and the missing arm; no one cared much about why the mage died since it didn't concern them.
After discussing this matter, Second Uncle suggested that during this holiday, I should visit Thailand. The old man was getting older; although he appeared healthy, according to a High Monk's assessment made decades ago, he had less than six years left to live. So every year counted.
Compared to the death of Hong Kong Master, this news shocked me even more—Grandpa had less than six years left?
Second Uncle sighed first and then forced a smile, saying, "Maybe that High Monk wasn't accurate. Don't take it to heart; just make sure to visit him more often when you have time."
I sighed in response and agreed. I had originally planned to go to Thailand this summer vacation, but unfortunately, my driver's license issue held me back, leaving me with no time to go. Last winter break, I went with Second Uncle to Myanmar and hardly spoke with Grandpa at all. Thinking back on it now made me feel very guilty. He must have been eagerly waiting for my visit, only for me to run off elsewhere. The thought of Grandpa being alone in the villa made my heart ache even more; I wished I could immediately go to Thailand to keep him company.
After hanging up the phone, we arrived at Boss Yin's property. He had been waiting here early and greeted us with a big smile as we got out of the car.
The workers who had been busy here before had already left. Boss Yin led us around the iron fence surrounding the property while explaining how much money he had spent on this project—casting an Arhat statue, hiring workers, and paying hush money to those troublemakers. Most of his earnings over the past few years had gone into this venture. He asked me if that Male Ghost was still around and if he could buy it from me so he could sell the house quickly.
I said no problem; it would be fifteen thousand each, payment upfront.
Boss Yin was taken aback and exclaimed that it hadn't been that expensive at first—wasn't it only a few thousand?
I smiled and said, "Let me tell you a story first. There was a man who bought eggs from the supermarket, and while walking, he was bumped into by a child, causing all the eggs to break. He immediately grabbed the child's shirt and shouted for compensation. Later, the child's parents arrived and said it was just a basket of eggs, not to scare the child, and they would pay for it. The man agreed but insisted they calculate the loss first. He explained that he bought the eggs to hatch chicks, and with one egg producing one chick, a basket containing twenty-five eggs could hatch twenty-five chicks. Those twenty-five chicks would lay more eggs, resulting in another twenty-five, totaling fifty. Then those fifty would lay eggs, making it one hundred. One hundred chicks would lay more eggs, leading to two hundred, four hundred, and eight hundred. Do you understand? By knocking over that basket of eggs, I’ve lost the largest chicken farm in the world! How do you plan to compensate for that?"
Boss Yin, being a businessman himself, could easily grasp the meaning behind this story. He chuckled bitterly and said, "Brother, don’t make it difficult for me. What’s the point of talking about chicken farms? Let’s settle on fifteen thousand; I understand now that unless you get back at least some of that frustration you felt initially, this matter won’t be resolved."
Seeing him so agreeable made me quite happy, and I laughed heartily, saying, "You’re smart; otherwise, I would have made you pay a fortune!"
During the few days in the hospital, Boss Yin sent someone every day to pick him up for chanting scriptures and reinforcing the seals inside the house. It didn’t need to be this complicated originally, but Boss Yin loved to fuss over things and was adamant that Ajan should not be discharged early. At this point, Ajan Dong had already walked around the house once; he nodded and opened the gate to enter. After looking around inside, he said there were no issues—the seal was stable now—and with a few more days of reinforcement, they could fill in the pit. After that, they could sell or live in it without any further trouble.
Boss Yin was excited to hear this; the house had been like a thorn in his throat, causing him sleepless nights for a long time. Now he could finally be free of it. However, he immediately thought of the Cursed Spirit issue and asked what they should do about it; they couldn’t just keep it fenced off forever.
Ajan Dong replied that there was still a tiny gap left in the Cursed Land for entry and exit. Logically speaking, the Cursed Spirit should return before being completely sealed off. Therefore, starting tonight, he would stay in this house waiting for the Cursed Spirit to walk right into their trap.
Boss Yin volunteered to stay and help. Initially cautious about his involvement in this matter, I wasn’t keen on him participating. But Ajan Dong said having him stay wouldn’t be a problem; they could use that damaged little ghost to see if its spirit could still be saved. If not, they would perform a ritual to release it—doing a good deed in the process. Moreover, although that little ghost didn’t possess much power, it still posed some danger to ordinary people. Resolving it would prevent any potential trouble for Boss Yin.
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