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Zheng Xuejie, although deceived in love by Punk Senior, remained cheerful and did not take the matter too seriously. At that time, I thought to myself how open-minded she was, but looking back now, her attitude seems trivial compared to today’s youth.
Zheng Xuejie had previously shown no interest in Amulets, believing them to be mere tricks. While several of her close friends bought Lucky Charms or Scripture Law Rings, she did not make a move. It was only after hearing her friends talk about being enchanted by Mind Control Powder that she began to believe there were indeed some things in the world that defied common sense. Therefore, when she came with many Senior Sisters, she specifically called me aside to ask if I could provide her with a good Amulet.
I gave a wry smile and told her it wasn’t possible at the moment. Second Uncle was still brooding over the ten thousand Reward he had lost; he was a man of his word, and since he had said he would no longer supply me, he would strictly adhere to that. Without Second Uncle's channel, where could I get an Amulet? Zheng Xuejie thought I was making excuses; after all, we were family, so how could I refuse to supply her? Besides, she was willing to pay for it and wasn’t asking for a gift.
I didn’t know how to explain this to her. If I elaborated too much, I feared Qin Senior Sister might overthink it, so I could only brush it off. Zheng Xuejie became somewhat displeased and said, “I just want to buy a protective Amulet; why won’t you sell it to me? You said wearing an Amulet can ward off Voodoo—do you want me to be played with again?”
That statement was rather serious. The other Senior Sisters heard the commotion and rushed over to ask what was going on. After Zheng Xuejie explained the situation, they began pointing fingers at me and criticizing me in hushed tones. I felt utterly embarrassed under their scrutiny, but with Qin Senior Sister nearby, I couldn’t clarify the situation. In the end, I had no choice but to agree to find a way to get Zheng Xuejie a good Amulet.
She then seemed satisfied and playfully kissed my cheek, saying, “Consider this your deposit.”
I smiled wryly again; under normal circumstances, such a deposit wouldn’t feel like a loss. But now, it felt quite uncomfortable.
Hu Xiaoyi ran over with a grin and asked how I felt about it. I suggested that maybe she should also give him a deposit for this favor. Hu Xiaoyi quickly shook his head; he was deeply wary of Amulets now and dared not touch them. He insisted he wouldn’t benefit from it and told me to keep it for myself. I sighed heavily and frowned for quite some time. My mind felt like it was about to explode when suddenly I remembered there was a business card in the dormitory. It had Fatty Banlada's contact information on it; however, Second Uncle had warned me that this guy might be a scammer. After all, how could he sell us a fake item for several thousand Thai Baht?
I struggled to recall previous encounters; Banlada’s imposing figure seemed unlikely for a scammer.
The Senior Sisters chattered away for quite some time before dragging me, Hu Xiaoyi, and Liang Xi out for dinner off-campus. They even mentioned going to a bar afterward for some fun. Upon hearing this, Hu Xiaoyi’s face fell. For him, bars were as terrifying as Amulets. However, the Senior Sisters paid no attention to his weak protests; instead, seeing him so frightened only made them more determined to take him along.
Seeing Hu Xiaoyi looking so dejected made me feel somewhat better inside.
The restaurant where we used to eat had a thriving business, specializing in Sichuan Cuisine, known for its spiciness and numbing flavor, which suited my taste perfectly. However, this time there were significantly fewer customers, and a faint smell of decay lingered in the air. A few Senior Sisters wrinkled their noses and considered switching to another place, but the Boss hurried over, offering discounts and turning on the air conditioning for us. Seeing his eagerness, the Senior Sisters felt it would be rude to leave, so they followed the Boss into a private room.
Fortunately, the smell in the private room was not as strong. Once the exhaust fan was turned on, we could hardly smell anything else. When the dishes arrived, the room was filled with delightful aromas. The Senior Sisters giggled and soon burst into laughter; I understood what they meant by "three women make a play," and with four women, it was chaos.
Despite appearing reserved around men, each one exuded a goddess-like aura. But once they let loose, they dared to discuss anything. Some topics made Hu Xiaoyi blush. He was already the target of teasing from the Senior Sisters, and now his innocent demeanor only stirred some darker emotions among them. I chatted casually with Qin Senior Sister and asked about her sister's condition. She sighed and said it was neither good nor bad; according to the doctor, it would be difficult for her to wake up.
Feeling a bit guilty, I comforted her, saying, "Don't lose heart; where there's a will, there's a way. With sincerity, even metal and stone can be opened."
Zheng Xuejie asked me about Amulets. Although I wasn't confident I could get one, sharing some common knowledge with her was no problem.
Liang Xi, the honest guy sitting next to me, quietly enjoyed his meal while occasionally glancing at a Senior Sister before quickly looking down again. I secretly laughed; university is often when many people first experience romantic feelings. It was perfectly normal for Liang Xi to be interested in someone else. Just as I pondered whether to help him out, I heard shouting from outside.
A Senior Sister with a fiery temper and equally fiery figure immediately opened the door and shouted outside, "What are you yelling about? Are you tearing down houses?"
From my seat, I had a clear view of the hall outside the private room and saw someone dancing around as if performing. Upon closer inspection, it was a chubby man dressed in a Daoist robe wielding a wooden sword. The sword made whooshing sounds as he waved it around while shouting: "Monsters and demons heed my command! The Nine Directions Immortal demands your life! By order of Taishang Laojun, I command you to cease!"
He pulled out a Paper Talisman and scattered it into the air like raindrops before standing still. I wondered if this was a new feature of the restaurant? Looking again, I suddenly found that the chubby man looked somewhat familiar.
The previously busy Boss rushed over to bow and scrape before the chubby Daoist, asking how things were going now. The chubby man turned around with an arrogant expression and said, "With my intervention, no ghost can escape; everything has been suppressed! Rest assured, your restaurant won't have any more issues!"
I recognized his face and couldn't help but exclaim internally; it was indeed him! Looking at that chubby face reminded me of one-quarter Banrada from my memories! Just moments ago I had been wondering if he was a fraud; little did I know I'd see him right away. However, he had told me he was a disciple of Grandma Long from some temple; how had he become a Daoist now?
I was puzzled by the situation when the Senior Sister who had opened the door felt displeased and was about to confront him. I quickly stood up to stop her and walked out myself. Keeping some distance from the chubby man, I raised my hand in greeting: "Banrada! Banrada!"
The Fat Daoist glanced at me with a look of confusion. I walked up to him and said, "Don't you recognize me? We met in Thailand a while ago when I bought an Amulet from you."
The Fat Daoist's eyes shifted as if he remembered something. He twirled the wooden sword in his hand and said, "You've mistaken me for someone else."
I replied, "How could I possibly be mistaken? Your appearance, your physique, are so distinctive; you're like a firefly shining in the night."
"A firefly isn't bright at all. Don't joke around, my friend. I have things to attend to. Boss, hurry up and pay," the Fat Daoist turned to the side and said.
The restaurant boss quickly nodded, and while he went to get the money, I grabbed the Fat Daoist's clothing and whispered, "Are you a scammer? You sold me an Amulet in Thailand, and now you're here pretending to be a Daoist exorcist?"
"Be civil; I'm a serious person!" The Fat Daoist patted my hand and then said, "I remember now. You're talking about Banrada, right? He looks like me but isn't as fat—just a bit slimmer, correct?"
I hesitated for a moment, instinctively recalling Banrada, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember if there was any difference in physique between him and the Fat Daoist. The Fat Daoist chuckled and said, "It seems you can't remember either. To be honest with you, that's my twin brother. I'm focused on my cultivation while he enjoys those peculiar things, which is why he went to Thailand to make a name for himself. It seems you had some dealings with him."
Twin brother? I was somewhat skeptical but couldn't be sure; after all, such things weren't uncommon. However, even if he was just Banrada's brother, it didn't stop me from voicing my complaint: "Of course there was a transaction! He sold me a fake Amulet that almost got my brother killed! I was just about to settle the score with him!"
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