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I looked at him and said, "This belongs to my grandfather's family; it may count as mine, but it's not really mine."
Second Uncle understood why I said that. As long as my grandfather and grandmother are not reconciled, we will always be two separate families. It may seem now that I am the only grandson of the Shen Family, but once Second Uncle has children, will I still be precious in my grandfather's eyes? I don't believe it; at least, I don't think Second Uncle would be happy about it.
Second Uncle didn't argue with me on this. He came over and hugged me, saying, "It's alright. No matter how others are, what belongs to me is yours. I have no plans to get married in this lifetime, let alone have children, so I've always regarded you as my son. From now on, everything I have will be left to you!"
I was so moved that I almost cried. How could I not understand Second Uncle's feelings? Therefore, I felt even more guilty towards him.
To help Mr. Qian check on Old Tycoon, under different circumstances, Second Uncle would definitely ask for a lot because in his business philosophy, "after-sales service" is more profitable than regular transactions. However, this time, Second Uncle had already stated that he wouldn't take a single cent. Why?
Because this wasn't his business; the after-sales service was also to clean up my mess. In a situation where we were in the wrong, how could he dare to ask for money?
A few hours later, Second Uncle, Ajan Dong, and I boarded a private plane to Australia. Mr. Qian didn't leave early; instead, he planned to return with us. Seeing that just a few hours had passed since we parted, and I was covered in injuries, Mr. Qian was shocked and asked what happened—had I been attacked?
Second Uncle chuckled and said I had fallen while walking halfway. This explanation was too perfunctory; unless someone was a fool, no one would believe it. Of course, those who were smart understood that since Second Uncle said it like that, he didn't want to explain further. Mr. Qian smiled and didn't press the issue any further. Then, Second Uncle introduced Ajan Dong's identity to him. Upon learning that he was a Black Robed Mage who specialized in making little ghosts for others, Mr. Qian nodded in respect but didn't dare reach out to him. He asked us if Ajan Dong was similar to the previously seen Long Po Ta.
Knowing the name Long Po Ta from me, Second Uncle shook his head and said, "That is a virtuous High Monk, coming from a legitimate temple; it's different."
Immediately intrigued, Mr. Qian pressed Second Uncle with questions about the differences between him and the Thai Ajarn, as well as other matters.
Meanwhile, I curiously observed Ajan Dong. This was already the third time meeting this Black Robed Mage, yet his name resonated in my mind more than any other Ajan. It was because the conflict between Second Uncle and the Drug Dealer in Cambodia arose because of Ajan Dong.
I had previously heard that the Black Robed Mage was trapped in a forest with Gold Trim. I thought he might be injured, but when I saw him again, I realized that aside from looking a bit thinner, he seemed unchanged from our previous encounters. Oh, and his attitude was much more polite; he even offered a slight smile when he saw me, which could be considered a gesture of goodwill.
Second Uncle initially planned to take another Ajan to Australia, but after Ajan Dong returned and heard from Second Uncle that there were troubles to resolve, he volunteered for the task. Moreover, this time it was pro bono.
It was clear that he wanted to use this opportunity to repay Second Uncle's kindness. After all, not many Dealers would be willing to confront a Drug Dealer for the sake of an Ajan. Although there were many additional factors involved, Ajan Dong kept this in mind.
In the past, whenever I saw him, he was always accompanied by two tall and strong disciples. Second Uncle had introduced them as skilled fighters. This time, however, they were absent. I quietly asked Second Uncle why Ajan Dong didn't bring his disciples. Second Uncle glanced at Ajan Dong and whispered, "His two disciples were beaten into a pulp by Drug Dealers in Cambodia; their bodies were fed to hunting dogs. Don't mention this again; he understands some Chinese."
A heaviness settled in my heart. The relationship between an Ajan and his disciples may not be as close as in my home country, but when it comes to matters of inheritance, they still connect with each other. Moreover, most Ajans do not casually change disciples because they also serve as bodyguards. Therefore, they must be strong, intelligent, and loyal. Only those who meet all three criteria are qualified to learn alongside an Ajan.
Of course, there are some unreliable Ajans who randomly claim a few people as their disciples when they are merely pawns. Such individuals do not count.
So how could Ajan Dong not feel sorrow over the tragic deaths of his disciples? I wasn't sure if he heard the conversation with Second Uncle; I just sensed that this Ajan seemed to glance subtly at me, making me hesitant to say more.
After some time, we landed at Melbourne Airport. There was a special vehicle waiting for us that took us to a farm. Mr. Qian introduced it as the first farm his father purchased in Australia years ago. It covered four hectares and featured two small buildings built in a style reminiscent of mainland China. Later on, due to family expansion and growth, additional houses were added along with a Spanish-style courtyard and horse ranch, as well as an outdoor swimming pool.
Now, this farm has become a must-visit place for family gatherings where they can enjoy grapes and drink their own goat milk during leisure time. After Mr. Qian's father passed away, he was brought here to enjoy his remaining years.
Looking at the vast fields around me filled me with emotion. Having never seen much of the world before visiting my grandfather's house, I used to think owning a villa meant being wealthy. But now seeing the Qian Family made me realize what true wealth looked like!
Second Uncle was well-traveled and wouldn't be overly surprised by the land before him; he suggested we meet Old Tycoon as soon as possible to avoid any delays or unforeseen incidents.
As we entered the luxurious mansion that blended Eastern and Western styles, we heard someone screaming inside. Several people rushed in only to see two nurses running down the stairs in panic. Mr. Qian immediately stopped them and asked what had happened. The two nurses were not Chinese, so I couldn't understand what they were saying; all I knew was that Mr. Qian's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened.
Second Uncle led us over and asked what had happened. Mr. Qian looked upstairs and said, "They say Father has gone mad, biting anyone he sees. One doctor has already been bitten to death!"
Second Uncle turned back and glanced at Ajan Dong. The Black Robed Mage nodded and pulled a complete skull from the bag slung over his shoulder. This was Yueye, but Mr. Qian had never seen it before and involuntarily took a few steps back. The two nurses screamed in terror and ran out of the mansion without looking back.
Holding Yueye in his hands, Ajan Dong slowly ascended the stairs. Just halfway up, a figure emerged at the stairway.
It was a monster, nearly half-rotten, making it hard to discern its human form! To be more vivid, it resembled a zombie from a Western movie! Even more horrifying was that it was covered in fresh blood, dragging a corpse behind it. The corpse was wearing a white coat and was likely the doctor who had been bitten to death, as mentioned by the nurse.
The doctor’s body was riddled with bite marks, and blood flowed down the stairs, creating a nauseating sight.
Mr. Qian turned pale and stepped back several paces, while Second Uncle shielded me behind him, looking vigilant.
Ajan Dong was the only one who did not retreat because he had come here to deal with this monster. I couldn't understand how things had escalated to such a severe level; Banrada had only told me that Old Tycoon's body would rot like that of a dead person but never mentioned that it would eat people!
Ajan Dong raised Yueye forward, staring at the rotting "zombie," loudly reciting incantations. I could feel waves of Yin Qi emanating from the corpse, very heavy. The Ghost Fragment within me seemed to be stirred by this Yin Qi, becoming restless, while the White Olive Amulet around my neck continuously transmitted warmth to suppress it.
Faced with the powerful Black Robed Mage and the ultimate relic Yueye, the already decayed Old Tycoon seemed somewhat fearful. It slowly retreated, unwilling to confront Ajan Dong. Meanwhile, Ajan Dong steadily made his way toward the second floor.
Just as he was about to step onto the platform, the corpse suddenly pushed the doctor’s body forward and then turned to flee. Ajan Dong dodged the body and quickly pursued it. Second Uncle, looking around, found a Golf Club in the corner of the living room and picked it up before following upstairs.
Having never seen a moving corpse before, this scene was undoubtedly extremely terrifying. However, since Second Uncle went up, I naturally couldn’t fall behind and quickly grabbed a bat to follow behind him. Second Uncle glanced back at me for a moment, hesitated but did not refuse.
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