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He hesitated for a long time and then asked me what would happen if the spirits were not exorcised.
I scoffed and said that the three spirits had already taken root in the car and were closely linked to him. Even if he sold the car, they would still come back to trouble him. Have you seen the movie "Ghost"? It's the kind where it harms you and then harms your whole family, ultimately leading to everyone in the family dying.
My words drew an unexpected look from Ajan Dong. I felt a bit guilty because the whole statement was just a bluff. If the spirits weren't removed, the car couldn't be driven; whoever drove it would encounter misfortune, but it wasn't as sinister as killing an entire family. I said this just to scare Boss Wen because I could tell from his tone that with just one more straw added, he would become the camel that got crushed.
Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Boss Wen turned pale and trembled all over. I didn't let him make a decision immediately and said, "How about this? You go to the traffic management office first and check what’s going on with the car. Then try to sell it. If something happens to your family and you're still alive, come find me. At that time, considering we’ve done business before, I’ll give you a discount of five thousand."
After saying this, Boss Wen no longer dared to hesitate. He immediately grabbed my hand and trembled as he asked if paying eighty thousand would definitely get the car 'cleaned'?
I glanced back at Ajan Dong and saw him nod slightly, so I gave a positive answer. However, before that, I still suggested Boss Wen check with the traffic management office. If there were indeed other issues, it indicated that people in the second-hand car market might be hiding something, and he could seek compensation from them again. But strangely, no matter how I put it, Boss Wen was unwilling to check.
He said not to worry about how many times the car had issues; since the ghost was there, why not just get rid of it directly?
Since he insisted on that, I didn’t push further. Soon after, Ajan Dong approached and asked Boss Wen a few questions. I had previously informed him that Boss Wen had invited monks from a temple to perform a ritual for the Wraith in the car. Ajan Dong believed that such a fierce and powerful spirit might have its reasons.
Thus, Boss Wen recounted in detail what happened when the monk came to chant scriptures that day. The entire process sounded quite ordinary with nothing particularly special; Ajan Dong didn’t detect anything unusual either. However, I noticed that when Boss Wen mentioned one part of it, a look of panic and nervousness flashed across his face. Once he finished speaking, while Ajan Dong was deep in thought with a furrowed brow, I asked Boss Wen: "You just said they took the car somewhere for exorcism?"
Boss Wen stammered and hesitated for a long time before finally clarifying that it was to a county road not far from here. I asked why they needed to go there; surely there was no need to travel so far for chanting?
Boss Wen said he didn’t know; maybe it was just a coincidence...
His answer made me feel somewhat awkward, as if something was off, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was strange.
At that moment, Ajan Dong expressed his intention to find some items and perform a ritual again. Since the BMW couldn't be driven, I could only accompany him in taking a taxi. Boss Wen wanted to stay with his precious car but was also very anxious. After hesitating for a while, he decided to join us, though he walked away reluctantly, looking back every few steps. I told him that if he was really worried about the car being stolen, he might as well go back and keep an eye on it.
Boss Wen said he wasn't afraid of the car being stolen; rather, his wallet was still inside. I replied that it was just a wallet—how much money could possibly be in there? If it wasn't more than five thousand, it wasn't worth worrying about. Boss Wen hung his head and fell silent.
By the time evening approached, Ajan Dong had finally gathered everything he needed. Seeing that we were heading to the outskirts, Boss Wen became quite nervous and suggested that it would be better to go during the day tomorrow. I was thinking about getting to school early and didn't want to delay any longer, so I said, "Don't worry; to Ajan, there's not much difference between day and night. If you don't want to go, you can stay here and wait for news."
After thinking for a moment, Boss Wen finally said, "Then I might as well go; staying at home feels uneasy."
Soon enough, we returned to the outskirts. The BMW was still parked there, perfectly intact. Perhaps the night truly suited spirits wandering about; the Yin Qi inside the car was noticeably stronger than during the day.
Ajan Dong laid out the items he had prepared earlier. Compared to before, this time there were several sheep and cow skulls, along with ashes of both infants and adult males that he had painstakingly obtained from a crematorium. Additionally, there was old soil dug up from a nearby graveyard. It was quite difficult to gather these items in one day; one could say we were very lucky.
After arranging everything, Ajan Dong placed the sheep and cow skulls on the BMW's hood and began to strike them while chanting.
He scattered the ashes into the wind, covering the car completely. Boss Wen's expression darkened significantly; if it were me, I would probably look even worse. Having just bought a car only to encounter ghosts and suffer financial loss—now being doused with a pile of ashes—who could feel good about that?
Moreover, he had spent eighty thousand on the car itself, nearly twenty thousand for the monks at the temple, and then another eighty thousand for me; this car effectively cost him close to two hundred thousand. For Boss Wen, who initially aimed to get a great deal, this was undoubtedly terrible news. I thought he would surely lose all interest in second-hand cars from now on.
In the darkness of night, there was no wind; yet suddenly sounds erupted from inside the BMW—crackling noises filled the air. I heard mixed voices of men and women crying out for help. Sometimes loud and sometimes soft, with varying tones—it seemed they weren't all from the same spirit. Boss Wen's face grew increasingly grim; I assumed he was frightened.
At that moment, Ajan Dong suddenly struck the sheep and cow skulls together until they shattered, then mixed them with the grave soil and scattered it around the car. Next, he placed three pieces of shroud cloth on the vehicle before attempting to open the door.
The door was tightly shut; inside it rumbled like thunder as if someone were kicking it.
At that moment, Wen Boss suddenly screamed, startling me. I quickly turned around and asked what was wrong.
Wen Boss, with a look of terror on his face, pointed to the ground beside him and said, "Blood, so much blood!"
I looked down and saw nothing but the lush green grass at our feet. Where was the blood? But Wen Boss's expression did not seem fake; he was panicking and pulling at me, shouting, "Help me! So much blood, he's here! He's come again!"
"Don't be afraid, there's no blood at all; it's just an illusion!" I said.
Wen Boss looked even more terrified. He shook his head vigorously and said, "It's not an illusion; it’s definitely not an illusion! I've seen it; this is real! He has come for me!"
I frowned. Normally, even if a second-hand car had a malevolent spirit, the area around the car had already been sealed off by Ajan Dong, so the spirit shouldn't be able to affect us. So why was Wen Boss acting so strangely? Could there still be a wandering spirit nearby? My heart tightened as I began to carefully sense my surroundings. However, everything was clean; there wasn't a trace of Yin Qi.
Wen Boss was anxious and scared, looking somewhat dazed. I quickly called for Ajan Dong to come and see what was going on. Ajan Dong tugged at the car door a few times but couldn't open it. Hearing my call, he paused his efforts and walked over. Upon seeing Wen Boss nearly in a frenzy, he looked quite surprised. I told him that this guy had lost it and claimed there was blood on the ground, but where was it?
Ajan Dong looked back at the car with a puzzled expression before reaching out to press his hand against Wen Boss's forehead. Strangely enough, as soon as his hand touched him, Wen Boss immediately calmed down. After a moment, Ajan Dong removed his hand and said, "He was startled, but there is no spirit."
I was even more confused. If there was no spirit, then why was he scared? To me, Wen Boss wasn't someone who feared ghosts much. The fact that he dared to buy this second-hand car that had previously belonged to someone who died showed he had strong mental fortitude. Moreover, this wasn't the first time he had participated in rituals with us; if he were going to lose his mind, it should have happened during the day!
Ajan Dong couldn't explain what was happening either. Seeing that Wen Boss seemed to be in better shape now, I suggested that he first deal with the car situation.
Ajan Dong nodded and walked back to the front of the car again, trying to pull the door open once more. It still wouldn't budge, which made Black Robed Mage somewhat impatient. Originally, he intended to collect three spirits to see if they could be refined for use in future rituals or for possessing Yin tokens or minor ghosts. But now it was clear that some powerful measures would be necessary.
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