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Therefore, unless one has good fortune or other external protection, it is best to choose something without special significance and a bit gentler to tattoo. Flowers and plants are quite nice, so why go for something so bizarre? Some things cannot be explained by common sense, and it is better not to gamble with one's life.
Ajan Dong stood on the bed, continuously pouring the liquid from the bottle. His arms were very agile, never pausing for a moment, indicating that the symbols he was drawing were likely very skilled. With his movements, the woman let out another scream.
She waved her arms incessantly, seemingly trying to reach her back but unable to do so. The joints in her body made a spine-chilling cracking sound, but Ajan Dong remained unfazed, his expression unchanged.
Soon, only a little liquid remained at the bottom of the bottle. Ajan Dong put the bottle back in his pocket and then picked up a string of beads in his hand, pressing it against the back of the woman's head while chanting scriptures. I couldn't understand his language; it felt even stranger than Thai.
Second Uncle explained, "This is Pali, an ancient language from over a thousand years ago belonging to Southern Buddhism. Not only will you not understand it, but even some monks in temples can't comprehend it. However, that string of beads in Ajan Dong's hand has quite a history; they were made from wood of coffins buried for over a hundred years. It is said that he even went to dig up the body of a recently deceased Sorcerer to make these beads, stuffing them into the corpse's head and chanting scriptures for nearly a year to empower them. Not only does it have abundant Yin Qi, but due to the deceased Sorcerer, its power is even stronger."
I was astonished; it turned out that those seemingly ordinary beads had such a background. However, stuffing beads into a dead person's head and soaking them in brain matter and blood for a year while keeping watch was quite terrifying. I wasn't very interested in such dark objects and stopped thinking about them after a few glances.
Ajan Dong's chanting was soft and lacked any imposing presence; instead, the woman he was pressing down on screamed passionately.
At that moment, Ajan Dong pressed down on the beads with one hand while drawing a knife from his waist with the other. The knife looked rusty and unremarkable, with many unclear patterns carved into its blade.
Just as I was about to ask about the origin of this knife, I was horrified to see Ajan Dong stab it into the woman's back.
The scream was even more intense than before; Chen Lin's face turned pale as she gasped and rolled her eyes back in fear, fainting onto the bed. I was also taken aback and was about to shout when Second Uncle covered my mouth. I pointed at Ajan Dong and whimpered, but Second Uncle looked impatient and said, "What's the rush? He isn't really going to kill her!"
How could I believe him? The knife had already been plunged in; what else could it be if not murder?
At that moment, Ajan Dong stopped chanting and forcefully smashed the beads onto the woman's head while pulling out the knife. The woman immediately went limp, collapsing beside the bed with her head drooping and no longer moving.
Seeing Ajan Dong get off the bed with the knife in hand filled me with panic; I couldn't help but struggle against Second Uncle's grip, wanting to scream for help. Second Uncle stepped on my toe in my frantic state and cried out in pain. He slapped me on the back of my head and said, "If you cause any more trouble, don't expect to go out with me again!"
I felt wronged and scared as I looked at him, unsure of what to do. Second Uncle took off his shoes and covered his toes, gritting his teeth as he said to me, "Go check that woman. If there are any knife wounds on her, I'll take your last name!"
I was taken aback and instinctively muttered, "We already share the same last name..."
Second Uncle kicked at me in anger, and I quickly dodged, running a few steps into the room. When I looked up, I saw Ajan Dong's disciple wiping the talismans off the woman's body with torn cloth. Since I was close, I could clearly see her gradually smooth back—there were no scars at all.
How could this be possible!
I hurried a few steps closer and bent down to take a look; indeed, there were no knife wounds. But I had clearly seen Ajan Dong stab her! At that moment, I suddenly remembered the first time I met Ajan Dong when he performed Flesh and Blood Fosterage. He had drawn blood from someone's palm with a stick, yet when he clasped his hands together, there wasn't a single scar left.
This was something that couldn't be understood with normal reasoning. Second Uncle walked over after getting dressed and asked irritably, "So, did you see clearly? Do you want me to call the police?"
Feeling quite embarrassed, I scratched my head and said, "I clearly saw... maybe I was seeing things."
"Seeing things my foot!" Second Uncle said. "Go to the bathroom and fill a basin with water to wake them up. We've been working hard all day while they just find a moment to start snoring!"
His words were completely unreasonable; were they really sleeping? Because of my earlier impulse, I didn't dare to refute Second Uncle's words. Instead of going to the bathroom for water as he instructed, I gently patted both of them awake.
Once the man and woman woke up, they both immediately screamed. Chen Lin scrambled onto the bed, seemingly preparing to escape through the window. The woman saw her bare upper body and immediately wrapped herself in the blanket while crying out nonstop.
Second Uncle was annoyed by their noise and shouted at the woman, "What are you screaming for? With your looks, you wouldn't even be chosen for a gang rape! And you—what are you running for? She's not dead!"
Chen Lin then realized—right, how is she not dead?
Second Uncle said, "The spirit inside her has already been dispersed by Ajan. You can go back home now."
Chen Lin was stunned for a long time before he finally reacted. After confirming that the matter had truly been resolved, he expressed his gratitude profusely, his attitude much improved compared to before. I could understand him; having witnessed such an unbelievable event, it would be absurd not to grasp the situation.
Seeing that his attitude was acceptable, Second Uncle kindly handed out business cards to the two of them, stating that any kind of Amulet could be purchased from him. The two were so frightened that they dared not buy any Amulet. After speaking for a while and realizing that a transaction was unlikely, Second Uncle huffed and tucked the Six Ghostly Female Spirit Boxes under his arm before leaving the room. This time, Chen Lin no longer dared to claim that those were his personal belongings.
We left the hotel and first dropped Ajan Dong off. It wasn't until this Black-Clad Achan got out of the car that I finally exhaled a breath I had been holding in, nearly suffocating me. Second Uncle glanced at me and asked, "What's wrong? Were you scared?"
I sighed and said, "It was terrifying to watch the knife go in and then nothing happened; it felt like a juggling act."
"Juggling? If Ajan Dong hears that, he'll immediately invite you to experience it yourself," Second Uncle teased. Seeing my pale face, he continued, "Ajan Dong doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I thought he would take the spirit away but instead used the Demon-Slaying Blade to disperse it. It seems what was drawn on that girl wasn't a Spirit Summoning Talisman but rather a Soul-Settling Spell or something similar."
"What is the Demon-Slaying Blade? Is it also an Amulet?" I successfully shifted my focus back to Second Uncle.
Second Uncle turned the steering wheel and said, "The Demon-Slaying Blade is Grandma Long's personal magical tool; it's a sacred object and different from an Amulet. Most High Monks will create one for self-defense; it can protect homes, avert disasters, exorcise spirits, and ward off curses—its uses are quite extensive. Later on, Ajan Masters began making some for sale or personal use due to the increase in demand for disaster relief services. However, they are mixed with Yin Liao, which makes them more powerful than Grandma Long's but can cause potential harm to the Victim's body when used. Over the years, I've sold quite a few of them, but none were of good quality. The old man had several Demon-Slaying Blades personally crafted by Long Po Deng back in the day; those were top-notch—number one in all of Thailand! I wanted to get one for myself, but unfortunately, they were all sold out."
Seeing Second Uncle's regretful expression, I casually suggested, "Just ask Long Po Deng to make a few more."
Second Uncle immediately widened his eyes and said, "That Holy Monk passed away long ago! Where would we get new ones? You keep adding trouble for me; go on now! I'll send you back to the mainland later to avoid causing me more issues."
I knew my panicked behavior in the hotel had almost brought trouble to Second Uncle. If Ajan Dong had been displeased at that moment and decided not to take responsibility for the matter, we would have had nowhere to find another Ajan on short notice. I recognized my mistake and did not dare argue.
The next day, Second Uncle sent the little ghosts we ordered last time back to the mainland and took me along with him. Of course, it wasn't just because of what he said yesterday; there was a client calling from the mainland needing assistance, so he had to make a trip. Since he was going back to the mainland anyway, staying in Thailand felt pointless for me; I was unfamiliar with everything here and couldn't bear to let my elderly grandfather take me around everywhere. So I decided to return with Second Uncle.
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