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The doctor said that he had been like this since entering the hospital and had not shown any signs of improvement, estimating that he had suffered a significant shock.
What surprised Miss Ming was that she saw dark marks on the left wrist of Playboy. The doctor mentioned that these marks were present upon his arrival, but they did not know what caused them. They looked very much like bruises formed from being forcefully grabbed. However, after so many days, there were no signs of them fading, which did not resemble normal bruises. Additionally, X-rays and other tests did not reveal any injuries.
Miss Ming carefully examined the bruise; it was small and thin but very long, which was quite strange. For some reason, she suddenly felt a chill and quickly left the hospital.
After this incident, Miss Ming began to pay attention to the events happening around her, especially when someone got hurt. Eventually, she discovered a pattern.
Anyone who became too close to her or intended to do something inappropriate to her, regardless of gender, would encounter accidents. Whether it was a severe injury from a collision or being struck by something, it seemed inevitable. The most serious case involved a creditor from her difficult times. When she had not yet made a comeback and was abandoned by a wealthy man without any source of income, she had done some regrettable things.
At this time, having gained some fame, one of her creditors came knocking on her door, demanding repayment of the thirty thousand Hong Kong dollars she had borrowed. Miss Ming was furious; at that time, it was clearly stated that as long as she spent one night with him, they would be square. Now he was back asking for money? The man grinned and pushed his way into her home, saying they could discuss it further.
Worried about being overheard by paparazzi outside, Miss Ming reluctantly let him in. However, once the door closed, the man lunged at her and claimed he missed her. Money wasn’t important; what mattered was her.
Miss Ming was no longer that down-and-out woman; there was no way she would let him succeed. She shouted that she would call the police. When he saw that she really dialed the police number, he stopped but stormed out angrily, threatening, "Shameless woman! I’ll go find the paparazzi outside and tell them about all the things you’ve done. Just wait for your reputation to be ruined!"
Miss Ming panicked but before she could react further, she heard a scream from outside. When she stepped out to check, she saw the man lying on the ground with his body emitting a burnt smell, convulsing continuously until he fell silent.
He died from electrocution; an overhead power line had suddenly snapped in two, with one part landing on him. Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that standing on the ground while touching a power line makes one equivalent to a ground wire. Simply put, it’s no different from being connected to a light bulb. That power line supplied high voltage electricity specifically for upscale neighborhoods—thousands of volts capable of killing someone in seconds.
Having witnessed someone die right in front of her in such an unbelievable accident made Miss Ming immediately shut the door. Her legs went weak as she collapsed onto the floor, feeling utterly lost.
When the police later investigated the cause of death and learned that this person had been to Miss Ming's house and found a record of her call to the police, Miss Ming explained that he admired her fame and wanted an autograph but had ulterior motives, forcing her to call for help. Little did she expect that he would be electrocuted right after stepping outside; truly evil deeds bring about evil consequences.
The surveillance footage clearly shows that the person was indeed electrocuted, which naturally has nothing to do with Miss Ming. This incident can be considered over.
However, only Miss Ming understands that there is something extraordinary beside her...
This time, she has completely figured out why those accidents happened to those people.
After calming down, she actually felt a bit pleased. With a transparent bodyguard by her side, what else could she possibly worry about?
Yet after a month or two, Miss Ming realized that the real concern was herself.
Because that little ghost was becoming increasingly fierce. At first, only those with ill intentions would meet with accidents, but later on, anyone who got too close to her would encounter trouble. The closer the relationship, the greater the trouble; even if someone tried to take Miss Ming away from her home, they would either end up dead or severely injured. The increasing number of accidents gradually made those around her understand that Miss Ming was a "bad luck star"—whoever came into contact with her would face misfortune.
The people from the Agency gradually distanced themselves from her; not to mention filming, even job offers became scarce. Miss Ming knew this was a sign that she was about to be abandoned by the company.
But what could she do? Now, no one familiar dared to approach her. To prevent innocent people from getting hurt, she could only resort to hitting and scolding anyone who might come close.
I listened in shock; it turned out that her violent behavior in the news was due to this reason...
Miss Ming felt helpless and said that she succeeded because of the little ghost but also failed because of it—she truly had no way out. Even more frightening was that in recent days, she couldn't guarantee her own personal freedom. Every time she wanted to go out, something would get lost or misplaced. Sometimes, she would inexplicably trip or get hit by something. Although she didn't suffer any serious injuries, the scars on her body were increasing.
This situation resembled the accidents that occurred when the little ghost was first summoned. Miss Ming couldn't help but wonder if this continued, would she also be electrocuted when going out?
I said that even if it were indeed due to the little ghost, she could hire a priest in Hong Kong; there was no need to go so far away. Miss Ming replied that she had once hired someone, but that person asked detailed questions and learned that when Miss Ming summoned the little ghost, she had also dripped blood. He then said that such a little ghost could only be resolved by an Ajan who specializes in refining them. Otherwise, even burning the little ghost's golden body would have no effect.
I felt puzzled and turned to ask my grandfather if this was true.
Grandpa let out a sound and said, "Otherwise, who can solve it? Does Azhans still need to eat?"
This remark was quite rude. I smiled awkwardly and turned to ask Miss Ming, since the people in Hong Kong couldn't solve it, how did she end up in Thailand? Did the little ghost not care anymore?
Miss Ming said that the Hong Kong Master she consulted couldn't help her get rid of the little ghost, but he gave her a talisman. He said it could temporarily protect her from being affected by ghosts, and it was thanks to this talisman that Miss Ming had the opportunity to come to Thailand. She even showed me the talisman; on the yellow-orange paper, there were several connected characters that looked very imposing, but I couldn't understand what they meant.
I wasn't very interested in the talisman, so I told her she should have clarified things earlier. The Ajan who helped her refine the little ghost was now in mainland China, and if we wanted to find him, we would have to make another trip. Miss Ming had a bitter smile on her face and said she didn't dare mention her plans to go out. Sometimes just thinking about it made her feel as if a pair of cold eyes were watching her. Moreover, that Hong Kong Master had also warned her that if she wanted to leave, it was best not to say anything or think too much about it. Because the talisman only temporarily trapped the little ghost and didn't have much effect on it. If it found out in advance, its defenses would be much stronger.
I asked Miss Ming if there was a time limit on the talisman. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and replied, "The master didn't say. He only told me that the duration depends on the strength of the little ghost. Given my situation, it probably won't last more than twenty-four hours."
Calculating the time, from when she put on the talisman until now, it had already been over ten hours. It seemed unlikely we could make it back to the country in time. Without Ajan by my side, I definitely wouldn't be able to deal with that little ghost.
Miss Ming was greatly disappointed and felt terrified at the same time, repeatedly asking me what to do. If the talisman failed and no one was found, the little ghost might kill her.
I had no solution either and could only turn to Grandpa for help. Grandpa calmly poured himself a cup of tea and said, "To untie a bell, one must find the person who tied it. If there's an issue, just call Ajan; why ask me?"
I slapped my forehead and quickly took out my phone to call Ajan Dong. Soon Ajan Dong answered; upon hearing my voice, he politely greeted me first. I didn't have time for pleasantries and explained that the victim from last time had come forward and said that the little ghost was particularly fierce now—anyone who got close to her would be in trouble. Even she herself couldn't go out normally.
Ajan Dong listened and said with confusion, "That’s impossible; that little ghost shouldn't have such strong resentment."
If he didn't understand what was going on, I certainly couldn't figure out what unexpected events had occurred either. I said, "Anyway, she's here now; since we're in Thailand, please help us think of a way to resolve this."
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