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In the evening, Boss Yin reserved a table at a large hotel in the city and invited some close friends. Most of them were big bosses, with a mid-level official mixed in. During the banquet, Boss Yin introduced my background and abilities to everyone, although he had mentioned it before to others who were skeptical due to their lack of understanding of Thai magic.
Now that they saw me in person, they naturally asked many curious questions. I answered each one without hesitation. Having spent so much time with Second Uncle, I was surprisingly comfortable in such a setting despite my youth. As we toasted and exchanged drinks, I became familiar with these bosses. I shared some of my past experiences, especially my trip to Myanmar, which left everyone amazed. Two bosses even ordered amulets from me, while another hoped I could help him acquire some good jade.
Amulets were easy to manage, but I wasn't confident about the jade, so I said I would ask my family when I got back since I wasn't familiar with that area.
After a night of eating and drinking, this young man in his early twenties had already formed brotherly bonds with the older men around forty years old. Especially Boss Yin, who clapped me on the shoulder and drunkenly exclaimed, "Brother, you are my real brother! Come on, let's drink!"
I held my liquor fairly well, and with Boss Yin lightening the mood, I was one of the few who remained somewhat sober by the end. The other bosses all had drivers to take them home; as for Boss Yin, he was deeply in debt. If he hadn't recently sold a few properties, he wouldn't have dared to treat anyone to dinner, let alone hire a dedicated driver.
Initially, I planned to take him home, but Boss Yin was in a drunken frenzy and insisted on staying at his house tonight! "Damn it! Can’t I stay in the house I built? What nonsense is this? No money? Then no one can stay!"
His drunken ramblings left everyone amused yet helpless; since he insisted, I had no choice but to take him there. Fortunately, at that time, drunk driving checks weren't particularly strict; even if we got caught, it wasn't like today where you'd immediately be taken in. We stumbled our way to the property. I supported Boss Yin as we followed Ajan Dong into the house.
Inside was just a large pit and nothing else. Thankfully, a few of the adjacent bedrooms were still intact. I tossed Boss Yin onto the bay window and went to wash my face at a temporary faucet nearby. Then I heard Ajan Dong's faint chanting coming from somewhere.
He really was quite diligent... I couldn't help but admire Ajan Dong for being such a dedicated master; it was just unfortunate that his luck wasn't great. His two disciples hadn't even graduated before they were killed by drug dealers in Cambodia, which left him heartbroken and unwilling to take on new students since then.
I walked over to the pit and asked Ajan Dong if he needed any help. He said there was nothing much to assist with; only one person was needed for the blessing and told me to find a place to rest. I acknowledged him; feeling tipsy at that moment, I went to another room's bay window and lay down for a bit.
When I woke up, glancing at my phone revealed it was already two or three in the morning. Ajan Dong had stopped chanting and was now sitting at the room's entrance. I rubbed my numb face and walked over to sit beside him. Ajan Dong didn't open his eyes; his breathing was steady as if he were asleep. But I knew he wasn't sleeping and said, "I'm really sorry for making you work so hard when I'm just recovering."
A few seconds later, Ajan Dong spoke up, "You're good, it's okay."
I chuckled lightly, and at that moment, there was a noise coming from the bedroom. Turning my head, I saw Boss Yin getting up. He was pulling down his pants and muttering, "Where's the toilet? Damn it, why can't I find the hole..."
Seeing that he was about to take his pants off completely, I hurried over and pulled him away. If he urinated in the room, it would be disgusting. Even if Ajan Dong didn't mind, I certainly didn't want to sit in a stinky environment. After sleeping for a while, Boss Yin was somewhat awake; rubbing his eyes, he realized he was in a newly built property. He patted my shoulder and said with camaraderie, "Bro, if you don't mind, we'll share this world equally! The house, the money, the kids—all yours! I just want the women!"
I frowned; if all the women were his, what about the kids? Am I supposed to be a father?
Not wanting to argue with a drunkard, I noticed he was walking steadily and helped him to the door, saying, "Hurry and find a place to relieve yourself before your bladder bursts."
Boss Yin laughed as he went out, humming an old song. Watching him push open the gate and walk out, I shook my head and returned to Ajan Dong's side, complaining, "I really hate people who can't hold their liquor but insist on drinking like they can. It's such a hassle!"
Ajan Dong didn't respond; perhaps he thought there was nothing worth discussing about such matters.
Feeling bored, I looked at the illuminated pit with searchlights; the black tombstone and Gold Paint Invocation Spell stood out prominently. After a while, I asked Ajan Dong if the Cursed Spirit would definitely come tonight.
Ajan Dong replied, "Not necessarily. But if it doesn't come tonight, it will definitely come tomorrow night; otherwise, this Cursed Land will be completely sealed off."
Curiously, I asked again, "If it has already escaped, why would it come back?"
Ajan Dong closed his eyes and asked me back, "Do you think that when people die, they still have attachments?"
This question required no consideration because the answer was obvious. If there were no attachments, how could there be spirits? All spirits remaining in this world have attachments; when they become little ghosts or shadows of the deceased, these attachments from their past lives become taboos. Once violated, they will retaliate against their master.
Such a simple question, Ajan Dong must not have intended to test anything. After thinking it over, he probably wanted to use this question to tell me that Cursed Spirit possesses obsessions just like ordinary spirits. The so-called obsession refers to the fixation that living beings have when they are alive; after death, this fixation transforms into instinct. Therefore, when the Cursed Spirit returns before being sealed in the Cursed Land, it is also driven by instinct. Just like a criminal who has killed someone, no matter how far they escape, they will ultimately think about returning home.
Returning to one's roots, this is humanity's greatest obsession!
Ajan Dong has said that when the Cursed Spirit returns, it must attach itself to a person. So, whoever enters this house could potentially be the Cursed Spirit.
It was clear that neither Ajan Dong nor I could be the spirit; he possesses magical powers, and I have the White Olive Amulet for protection. It wouldn’t be easy for the Cursed Spirit to attach itself to either of us. At that moment, I suddenly thought of Boss Yin. Earlier, he had entered with us, and with Ajan Dong nearby, it was certainly safe. But now he had gone out; if he were to come back in, would he count as one of those who shouldn't be here according to Ajan Dong?
When I asked this question, Ajan Dong suddenly opened his eyes wide, and at the same time, a figure appeared at the door of the room. Illuminated by the light from beside the pit, I could see that it was Boss Yin, but his face was obscured by the shadow of the wall and was hard to make out.
Just as I thought of him, there he was. I worried that he might accidentally fall into the pit while passing by, so I stood up to help him. However, at that moment, Ajan Dong grabbed my hand and pulled me back forcefully. Confused, I looked at him and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Ajan Dong stared at Boss Yin at the door and said, "Whoever enters besides us is definitely a Cursed Spirit!"
I was taken aback and instinctively wanted to tell him that it was Boss Yin. But then I recalled my earlier question and suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. I quickly turned my head to look at Boss Yin at the door; could it be that I had hit the nail on the head?
Could it really be so coincidental? Just stepping out and coming back in means he is no longer that person?
Ajan Dong pulled me away from the pit and signaled for me to retreat into the room. At the same time, he secretly took out the Demon-Slaying Blade from his pocket and hid it in his wide sleeve. Seeing his cautious demeanor made me uneasy; I couldn't help but shout towards Boss Yin, hoping to judge whether what Ajan Dong said was true based on his response.
However, just as I called out for Boss Yin, Ajan Dong's expression changed drastically as he turned around and sternly scolded me. At that moment, I felt as if someone had elbowed me in the chest; I was forcefully pushed backward repeatedly. Faintly, I heard something cracking in my ears. At first, I thought it was caused by Ajan Dong, but upon closer inspection, his hands were still in their previous position and hadn’t moved at all.
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