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Second Uncle didn't even look at the lighter and continued to curse and beat Mr. Lu, who was crying and didn't dare to resist.
A few members of the School Leadership saw this situation and couldn't hold back any longer, rushing over to try to pull them apart. However, Barulan and Ajan Dong stood in their way, one on each side. Both of them were covered in tattoos and as cold as icebergs, enough to scare these people off.
In the end, Second Uncle kicked Mr. Lu, who was lying on the ground crying for mercy, a couple of times before stopping. He kicked the lighter away from the ground and then walked over to slap me on the head, saying, "Only you idiots would try to reason with someone like this. People like him just need a good beating to behave."
This remark made several members of the School Leadership feel insulted; their faces turned various shades of blue and red. Second Uncle ignored them and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood off his fists.
He handled things decisively, resolving a big problem that we had struggled with for half a day. While I admired him, I also felt speechless. Wasn't Second Uncle afraid that Mr. Lu would really set himself on fire with that lighter?
To this, Second Uncle explained that with that cowardly look on his face, did he have the guts to die? Even if he did dare to die, a good beating could knock that courage out of him. So, you people who stay in school every day are just rigid; you have no idea how to adapt.
I was worried he would continue talking and that the School Leadership would directly expel me… so I quickly pulled him into the school and asked why he suddenly came here.
Normally, strangers weren't allowed to enter the school casually, but Second Uncle's imposing demeanor truly scared everyone off; no one dared to stop him. Besides, the School Leadership knew Second Uncle; otherwise, with his attitude, he would have been reprimanded long ago.
Some students watching cheered loudly while others flirted. Second Uncle waved at a few girls who looked decent and remarked nostalgically, "No wonder kids nowadays are so eager to go to college; it's really not bad. Just look at how good-looking they all are."
I was infuriated; did we want to go to college? Wasn't it our parents who forced us?
Wait a minute! Can we address my question before discussing all this nonsense?
Second Uncle chuckled and said he came here for no particular reason; he just wanted to see how I was doing. I didn't believe this at all; he never visited without a reason. Besides, he had two Ajan Masters with him.
Second Uncle smiled but didn't say anything. Once we reached a more secluded area, he finally asked me if I had felt anything wrong with my body lately.
I replied that I felt fine—eating well and sleeping soundly until dawn. However, his question clearly had another meaning, so I asked him what was going on.
Only then did Second Uncle tell me that he came to the school because some strange things had happened recently.
I wonder if anyone still remembers Azan Menta, the Sorcerer who was responsible for protecting me during the Flower Descent Incident at the hotel. He was also with me on my last trip to Myanmar. This Sorcerer is quite formidable; he possesses a Yueye made from the head of a Female Sorceress and a conjoined Ghost Fetus, making him one of the top figures among Sorcerers.
My Second Uncle mentioned that he recently sought Azan Menta's help regarding a certain matter. However, upon arriving, he learned that Azan Menta had not been well lately. He had been experiencing strange physical symptoms, with sharp stone spines inexplicably growing from his pores. They were small but numerous; sometimes by the end of the day, he could squeeze out a small pile from his body.
When my Second Uncle visited Azan Menta's home, he found him picking at something on his face and was taken aback. Half of Azan Menta's cheek was covered in bluish stones. These small stones resembled acne and could be easily squeezed out. However, due to their overwhelming quantity, Azan Menta's pores were damaged, causing half of his face to droop.
My Second Uncle was shocked and asked what was going on. Azan Menta couldn't explain it clearly either; he took out some of these stone-like acne he had collected recently. After examining them closely, my Second Uncle suddenly felt as if he had seen them somewhere before.
Azan Menta revealed that he had consulted someone about it and discovered that they were jade stones, specifically Blue Ice!
Upon hearing this, my Second Uncle immediately recalled that enormous jade piece deep within the Myanmar mine—wasn't it of the Blue Ice variety? Later, when the Hong Kong Master touched that jade, his severed arm was also filled with this substance. But how could Azan Menta have developed this condition without having touched that jade?
Azan Menta said he didn't know; this abnormality had only appeared in recent days. It came on suddenly and strangely and could not be eliminated through any rituals. Therefore, he was preparing to gather several familiar Ajan Masters to study it together and see if they could find a solution.
Although my Second Uncle has a fiery temper, he is actually quite meticulous. After seeing Azan Menta's condition, he wasted no time and immediately contacted several Ajan who had previously visited the Myanmar mine. As he suspected, those Ajan Masters were experiencing similar issues.
Clearly, this was not a coincidence!
My Second Uncle suddenly recalled that the Hong Kong Master with the severed arm had died unexpectedly not long ago. His death was sudden and filled with oddities. Who killed him? What did the symbols left on his chest signify?
These questions remained unanswered, but my Second Uncle suspected that the Hong Kong Master might not have died by accident or suicide after all. Perhaps there was indeed a hidden force reaching out with dark intentions toward these Ajan Masters.
Thus, he set aside all his other matters and summoned all the Ajan Masters who had been to the Myanmar Jade Mine to discuss this issue together. However, several Ajan remained unreachable. When my Second Uncle obtained news about them through others, he learned that those Ajan had already died.
Their deaths were silent and their bodies mutilated; different parts had been taken from them—perhaps some flesh, an eye, or even an entire leg. Yet what puzzled my Second Uncle was that these Ajan's bodies were remarkably clean.
By "clean," I mean they did not have any Blue Ice like Azan Menta did.
Had someone taken it away or did they never grow it at all?
No one can say for sure what happened, but this incident has already caused panic among the Azhans. Among the deceased masters, two were disciples of an Old Master of Sorcery in Malaysia. The fact that even that old Sorcerer could not protect his own disciples indicates how serious this matter is.
Second Uncle also had no good solutions; he could only gather the Azhans to discuss and see if they could figure out what the abnormalities in their bodies represented. At the same time, he thought of me.
The Ajan Masters who had been to the Jade Mine all had varying degrees of "illness." As for me? While listening to Second Uncle, I couldn't help but touch my skin, which felt smooth and showed no signs of the so-called jade thorns he mentioned.
The primary purpose of Second Uncle's visit was to confirm my safety. He brought Barulan and Ajan Dong for this reason as well. He asked the two Ajan Masters to check my body because many strange forces are invisible or imperceptible to ordinary people.
Ajan Dong and Barulan took turns examining me, sometimes stopping to chant a few verses. After a few minutes, they finally stopped and nodded, confirming that I was normal.
Second Uncle sighed with relief but still felt uneasy. He instructed me to contact him immediately if I sensed anything unusual and not to take it lightly! This matter is too strange and may have exceeded the understanding of the Ajan; we ordinary people must be even more cautious.
Just then, Second Uncle's phone rang. He answered it and listened for a few moments before his expression changed dramatically.
After a while, Second Uncle hung up the phone and stood silently in place, looking exceptionally grim. Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, I asked, "What happened?"
Second Uncle clenched his fists and said with a complicated expression, "An Ajan Master suddenly disappeared from his room."
"Huh?" I didn't quite understand and asked, "What do you mean? Did he leave? Did something happen?"
"No," Second Uncle shook his head and said, "All the Ajan were in the same room. That Ajan was there one moment, but in the blink of an eye, he vanished. No one saw how he disappeared; there wasn't a trace left!"
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