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As I shouted, Ajan Dong had already rushed over. Boss Yin's palm struck my neck like a steel pipe, and I felt an intense impact that made me think my neck might break. In that moment, I even thought I was going to die. Just then, a sharp knife plunged straight into the center of Boss Yin's chest.
He let out a scream that seemed to pierce through the eardrums, and I couldn't help but release his leg, covering my ears with both hands to avoid being deafened. Boss Yin kicked out at me, sending me flying several meters away until I crashed against the edge of a pit. As I fell to the ground, I saw Ajan Dong gripping the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Blade with one hand while tightly holding Boss Yin's forehead with the other, his voice booming as if it were a great bell.
Boss Yin screamed but couldn't move; he looked like a devil nailed to a cross, blood dripping continuously from his face. Streams of Yin Qi surged out from his mouth and nose, frantically rushing into the surrounding soil.
At that moment, the Golden Sutra engraved on the platform emitted a bright glow along with Ajan Dong's voice. An indescribable force rose from the ground, solidifying the originally soft earth into something as strong as iron. The Yin Qi that had fled into the soil hit a barrier but could not break through. When it tried to return, it found that the entire space of the living room had been completely sealed off by the Invocation Spell.
Although I couldn't see the power, I could feel it with my mind. In the realm of spirit, that Yin Qi brought an incredibly terrifying negative force, like a dark curse from an abyss, transforming into towering waves that threatened to drown anyone in their path. The White Olive Amulet on my chest erupted with another loud bang as it clashed with Ajan Dong and the Cursed Spirit's powers. I looked down and saw that it was now filled with powder inside its vacuum packaging. The White Olive Amulet was completely destroyed and could never be restored...
I gritted my teeth and climbed up from the pit, thinking that if Ajan Dong couldn't handle it, I would summon the Spirit Child; even if it meant death, I would ensure that this damned Cursed Spirit would accompany me to the grave!
However, Ajan Dong's power was far stronger than I had imagined. He had completely suppressed the Cursed Spirit and forced it out of Boss Yin's body. When the Demon-Slaying Blade was pulled from Boss Yin's chest, Ajan Dong immediately withdrew. He quickly ran to the tombstone and bent down to lift it up. I was shocked and thought he had also been possessed.
Just as I was about to rush over to push him away, I saw Ajan Dong take out the Golden Arhat from beneath the tombstone and hold it high above his head. The grand sound of the Invocation Spell seemed to amplify once again by the Golden Arhat, causing the entire living room to tremble. An even more magnificent force entered this space, making the Cursed Spirit appear as small as a boat in a storm.
Ajan Dong held up the Golden Arhat and suddenly widened his eyes, loudly scolding in the direction of where the Yin Qi was located! Although I couldn't understand what he was saying, I guessed it must be something like telling the Cursed Spirit to get lost.
Forced by circumstances, the Cursed Spirit had lost its last chance. It failed to shake me off in one go, which meant its defeat was inevitable. Under Ajan Dong and Golden Arhat's dual pressure, that Yin Qi flowed like fine threads into the only hole on the platform. Once all of the Yin Qi in the house disappeared, Ajan Dong immediately shoved the Golden Arhat back into place and covered it with the tombstone. Then he took out Gold Paint and splashed it around the tombstone to seal any gaps tightly.
After completing all this, Ajan Dong chanted a few sutras before rushing over to support me. He asked with concern if I was hurt.
I was just thrown away by Boss Yin, and my back hit the edge of a pit. Fortunately, the soil was soft, so I wasn't seriously hurt. Compared to my injuries, I was more concerned about the Cursed Land. Ajan Dong assured me that I could relax; this Cursed Land had been completely sealed off. As long as the Golden Arhat remained intact and the Invocation Spell he inscribed wasn't damaged, there would be no further incidents.
Seeing his confidence, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, I noticed Boss Yin sprawled on the platform and remembered that he had just been possessed and stabbed. I wondered if he was dead. I walked over and turned him over to check; there were no knife wounds on his chest, but his face bore five distinct marks from being choked, making him look like he had a pockmarked face. Blood flowed continuously, making Boss Yin look as if he had just been in a car accident.
Ajan Dong understood my concern and explained that the power of the Demon-Slaying Blade only targeted Cursed Spirits and, when controlled properly, wouldn't harm the physical body. As for the marks on his face, there was no way around it; if they didn't hold on tightly enough, it could lead to other problems.
I didn't blame him; as long as everything ended successfully, that was the best outcome. A few minor injuries were nothing compared to the fact that my White Olive Amulet had shattered into dust!
Thinking about that made me feel heartbroken, so I immediately asked Ajan Dong if there was any way to restore the amulet. Ajan Dong took a look and shook his head, saying it couldn't be restored. However, since the materials were still available, they could make a new one as long as they found some High Monks to bless it; it wouldn't differ much from the original effect. He also mentioned that although only the first three iterations of the White Olive Amulet were made by the Dragon Wave Technique Master himself, most of the later iterations contained materials sourced by the Master, including some of his hair and clothing as sacred items. Some of the first three White Olive Amulets that shattered could not be repaired and would be ground into powder to be used in making later iterations.
Of course, regardless of whether they mixed in sacred items from the Master or used old materials, it couldn't compare to the first three iterations. After all, people not only looked at the materials but also considered who made them; that's what reputation is about.
For me, whether remaking the White Olive Amulet would be effective wasn't important because what mattered was its essence. Even if it couldn't help me avoid danger anymore, what difference did it make? Many things are valued for their significance. Now that my White Olive Amulet was shattered, even if it were remade, it would lose its original meaning. In my eyes, it had already become something entirely new.
While I sighed in disappointment, Ajan Dong had already revived Boss Yin. When this big Boss woke up, he was still dazed and only began to feel increasing pain in his face after becoming slightly more alert. Before long, he let out a loud cry.
I was quite annoyed and shouted at him, "What are you screaming for? Are you trying to scare someone to death?"
Boss Yin tried to cover his face but hesitated because of the pain. After trembling for a while, he asked us what had happened. I told him that while he was outside relieving himself, he got possessed by a Cursed Spirit and nearly killed both Ajan Dong and me when he returned. Look at me; I'm covered in your hits! My neck almost broke! And this White Olive Amulet worth 100,000 Renminbi has turned into dust because of this incident! So what do you suggest we do?
What else could be done? Boss Yin knew what I meant—this conversation was about needing more money!
He asked us what happened to the Cursed Spirit. I replied that it had already been sealed within the Cursed Land; as long as no one disturbed this place in the future, there would be no problems.
Boss Yin rolled his eyes and fell silent. From his expression, it was clear that he was thinking of reneging on the deal again. I was well aware of the mindset of such unscrupulous merchants; Second Uncle was far more adept at using underhanded tactics than he was. So, I kicked the tombstone and said, "Think carefully before you answer me. Otherwise, if I'm in a bad mood, I might do something inexplicable."
Boss Yin knew that the tombstone was the key to sealing the entire Cursed Land. Without it, the Invocation Spell would be missing a crucial component. Among the people he knew, only Ajan Dong could inscribe the Invocation Spell.
This was a blatant threat, and morally speaking, it was unethical. But at that moment, I was so furious that I felt dazed; my White Olive Amulet, which I had worn since childhood, had been destroyed, leaving me feeling completely lost. Morality was the last thing on my mind; I just wanted a reasonable outlet for my pent-up frustration!
Boss Yin didn't dare to say anything else; he could only grimace and say, "Can we go up first? I feel like my face is being poked full of holes..."
Staying in that pit wasn't a viable option. After climbing up, Boss Yin asked us for a detailed account of what had happened. Upon learning that the process was fraught with danger, his face turned pale as he realized just how outrageous his previous actions had been. He had come perilously close to death. If I hadn't desperately held him back, giving Ajan Dong the chance to subdue the Cursed Spirit, he would undoubtedly have died this time.
After understanding all this, Boss Yin no longer hesitated and agreed to compensate me with an additional hundred thousand dollars. At the same time, he offered to give me this house, but with one condition: I had to come and stay for a few days each month.
While claiming to give me a house was a pretense, his true intention was to find someone knowledgeable to keep things in check. His little scheme was impressive, to say the least.
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