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After saying that, Second Uncle turned and left the room. Grandpa looked at Second Uncle again and said, "Third Brother, stop hesitating. Back in my day when I was fighting, I was chased by the Japanese Invaders and didn't dare to look back. I didn't whine like you do. Go, invite those few hosts over for tea."
Second Uncle glanced at me, sighed, and followed him out.
Grandpa stood at the door watching the two brothers leave. After a while, he walked over and kicked my foot, saying sternly, "Why are you crying? A man should speak up when there's something to say; crying is useless! Call your classmate's parents and ask them to come to Thailand. This matter needs an explanation!"
I trembled as I used the eldest brother's phone to call his father. Upon learning that his son had an accident in Thailand, there was a loud crash on the line as he fainted. His mother took the phone next and, after understanding the situation, immediately burst into tears.
Grandpa invited two Grandmas from the temple to help remove the parasites from Zhang Qichao. He was afflicted with a type of curse that caused parasites to burrow out of his body and consume flesh until nothing was left of the host. Such a vicious curse had become rare in recent years, even making the two Grandmas frown.
They changed Zhang Qichao into new clothes and then sat on either side, chanting scriptures to help him find peace and be reborn.
During this process, Grandpa didn't let me watch, fearing it would be too heartbreaking for me. However, even without seeing it, I couldn't help but cry upon hearing the faint chanting from the room.
Second Uncle left early in the morning and hadn't returned for a whole day and night. Meanwhile, Zhang Qichao's parents rushed over by plane overnight. After arriving at the airport and bringing him home, they immediately asked which room Zhang Qichao was in and ran upstairs.
Then I heard wailing coming from the room. As parents of their only child who had tragically died abroad, they were heartbroken.
Grandpa sighed and, along with Gai and the two Grandmas, tried to comfort them. Zhang Qichao's parents were both employees of a state-owned enterprise; they weren't powerful but lived a modestly comfortable life. After the implementation of family planning policies in the 1980s, they responded to national policies and ended up with just one child. Now in their forties, they should have been enjoying family life but never expected such a tragedy to occur.
They cried on the sofa for a long time before finally choking out questions about what had happened.
Liang Xi, Hu Xiaoyi, and I all lowered our heads, not daring to speak. Grandpa recounted everything that had happened and said, "This is not the children's fault; it's my mistake for not protecting them well enough. I've already sent my second son to catch those responsible; we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
"A satisfactory answer..." Zhang Qichao's mother covered her face and cried out in pain: "Our child is gone; what could possibly be satisfactory now..."
His father originally had a weak heart, and now he was clutching his chest, looking exceptionally pale. I was afraid that he might have an accident because of this matter, which would truly be a disservice to the deceased leader. So, I stood up from the sofa, walked over, and knelt in front of the two of them, saying, "Uncle, Auntie, this is my fault. If I hadn't taken them to the bar, this wouldn't have happened. You can hit me or scold me; I accept it all!"
Liang Xi immediately came over and knelt down as well, saying, "This is my fault. If I hadn't thought they were bullying people, the leader wouldn't have gone up to reason with them. If there hadn't been a fight, none of this would have happened; it's all my mistake."
Hu Xiaoyi also came over to kneel, but he hadn't done anything wrong and was also a victim of Voodoo.
Zhang Qichao's father looked at us; his hand trembled as he raised it but after a long pause, he couldn't utter a word. In this situation, it was hard to say who was right or wrong; it could only be said that those people were too cruel.
I kept thinking about that day when we went to the bar. I felt completely drained—was it really just fatigue, or was it that the White Olive Amulet around my neck was protecting me? If I had gone up on stage with the leader and the others at that moment, perhaps I would have been the one left behind.
Could it really be as Second Uncle said—that Zhang Qichao's death was to shield me from disaster?
In the afternoon, Second Uncle invited several abbots from large temples over. However, when they arrived at home, Grandpa didn't discuss anything but brewed a pot of tea for them to taste. The abbots didn't ask any questions; they sat quietly in their chairs as if waiting for something.
The next day at noon, Second Uncle returned looking exhausted and angry. He brought back several people with him, most of whom were dressed in black. One person was tied up with rope; Second Uncle kicked him to the ground and said to Grandpa, "He was the one who cast the spell, but we haven't caught the mastermind."
Grandpa rolled his eyes and asked, "What happened?"
Second Uncle gritted his teeth and said, "That person is the child of the Metropolitan Police Chief. He has an older brother who is a second lieutenant in an independent infantry battalion; he has already been sent there overnight. The situation is chaotic now; military power is much greater than before; I can't..."
Grandpa interrupted him coldly and said, "Take five hundred thousand Thai Baht to find that Chief Superintendent and tell him that I've bought the child's life. As long as he brings the person here, the money is his. Children can always be born again later. If he doesn't agree, take the money to find the inspector above him; if the inspector refuses, go to the senior inspector. I don't care what method you use; you must ensure that child appears here before midnight tonight."
Second Uncle nodded vigorously; with a wave of his hand, he led several black-clad men away. Grandpa turned to Zhang Qichao's parents and said apologetically, "I'm sorry; Thailand is a bit chaotic right now. Don't worry; if something happens, we won't shirk our responsibility. Whoever did this will be brought to justice!"
Zhang Qichao's parents exchanged glances and slightly bowed their heads in agreement with Grandpa's words. Later on reflecting on this matter carefully, I felt that half of what Grandpa said was directed at Second Uncle while the other half was meant for Zhang Qichao's parents.
He was a purer businessman than Second Uncle but also more ruthless. When considering matters, it was inevitable to be somewhat cold-blooded. A statement like "If a child is lost, just have another" was something I could never bring myself to say.
Then, Grandpa bent down to look at the black-clad man bound by ropes, wearing a puzzled expression, and asked, "Don't you know who I am?"
The black-clad man quickly nodded and said, "I know, I know. This is my fault; I acted without checking the details. Please forgive me."
Grandpa responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "Now Azhans are acting without first investigating? Or do you think those two children have little to do with me, so it's fine to harm them?"
The black-clad man's face turned pale as he said, "I was wrong in my thinking. For the sake of our previous dealings, please forgive me. I won't make such mistakes again."
Grandpa shook his head and pointed at Zhang Qichao's parents on the sofa, saying, "They are that child's parents. How to deal with you is their business."
The black-clad man struggled to lift his head and pleaded loudly. The killer was right in front of him; Zhang Qichao's Parents gritted their teeth, wishing they could rush over and kill him. However, they didn't dare because the bound man was Black-Clad Achan, who could create little ghosts and was a terrifying Sorcerer.
People are always filled with fear towards the unknown. Just like in movies, when a ghost kills someone, no one thinks about revenge; they only flee in terror, at most muttering that the ghost is too frightening.
Seeing this, some might feel confused. Previously, you saw Second Uncle being quite polite to Black-Clad Achan. Why suddenly does he have the courage to act against such a person?
First, you need to understand that Ajan is an Amulet supplier. As a businessman, he must show respect to those who can help him make money. However, this does not mean that Second Uncle fears Black-Clad Achan. After all, Ajan knows how to create little ghosts and use Evil Arts. But Second Uncle has money; there are many people who can create little ghosts, and he can easily find a bunch. For Azhans, peers are rivals; if someone pays them, they would be more than happy to eliminate their competitors.
This is a society bound by money and interests; many things on the surface are not what they seem. Moreover, several abbots from large temples were drinking tea at home; any Black-Clad Achan entering would feel intimidated.
At ten o'clock that night, Second Uncle returned with more people. This time there was another bound person—a Thai Young Man about my age. He looked terrified with wide-open eyes. When Liang Xi saw him, he immediately shouted, "That's him! That's the one who attacked us first!"
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