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Of course I want to see it. After waiting for so many days, if I don't check it out, wouldn't that be a loss? When I drove to the location and opened the door, the smell inside nearly made me gag. To prevent anyone from peeking in, Banrada had specifically bought a lot of window decorations and tape, completely sealing the gaps in the windows. The place hadn't been ventilated for several days, and upon entering, it felt like the stench was almost solid.
I covered my nose and used my clothes as a makeshift gas mask. After taking just a couple of steps, I heard Banrada's slightly excited voice say, "Come quickly, we're about to perform the blood blessing!"
I walked over and saw that the charcoal fire had already been extinguished. On the table lay a very small Infant Mummy. It was curled up as if in deep sleep. After being roasted for so many days, its body had lost all moisture, with skin tightly adhering to bones, resembling a black skeletal specimen. Especially that pointed head, which seemed like something might burst out from within at any moment.
Miss Ming stood beside the table, already extending her hand. Ajan Dong held a knife and made a cut on her finger. Blood immediately flowed out, and Ajan Dong smeared the blood all over the Infant Mummy before releasing Miss Ming's hand. Banrada quickly brought over a band-aid. I was taken aback and asked if that was a real wound.
While Banrada was helping Miss Ming with her finger, he replied to my question, "What do you mean? If it wasn't a real wound, how could it bleed?"
I wanted to say that when Ajan Dong helped others with Flesh and Blood Fosterage before, it was also bloody. But afterward, there was no trace of any wound, indicating he had that ability. So why wasn't Miss Ming the same?
I thought about asking Ajan Dong, but seeing him busy drawing various Invocation Spells on the Infant Mummy while continuously chanting scriptures, I knew it wasn't wise to disturb him at that moment. Ajan Dong was more easily irritated than a cat eating fish when preoccupied with tasks. Although he had a better relationship with Second Uncle, if he were to hit me for interrupting him, Second Uncle likely wouldn't come to my defense.
So I could only suppress my confusion and obediently stand by watching.
After working tirelessly for so many days, Ajan Dong looked utterly exhausted. His complexion was much worse than when I last saw him; he appeared pale as if he were ill. Sweat beads continuously dripped from his forehead. Banrada didn't rest either; after bandaging Miss Ming's finger, he kept handing various materials to Ajan Dong.
At this point, Ajan Dong had already carved Invocation Spells onto the Infant Mummy with his knife; the black patterns stood out starkly against the blood-red backdrop. He put down the knife and began sprinkling Mind Control Powder onto the dried corpse while reciting scriptures. Originally, little spirits didn't require such spells; however, Miss Ming thought that since they were already doing it, they might as well enhance its effectiveness. The entertainment industry is so dark that merely being cautious isn't enough; one must retaliate forcefully when injured.
Of course, there were too many celebrities around; Ajan Dong didn't dare to cast too strong of a spell on the little spirit—at most causing some stomach pain or feverish cold symptoms.
After a while, Ajan Dong completed most of the work. He wrapped the Infant Mummy in cloth and placed it in a box, then wrote various Invocation Spells on the box. After that, he set the box in front of him, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to chant. Banrada, who had been busy for most of the day and was already exhausted to the point of his legs feeling weak, said that Ajan needed to chant for empowerment. Since this would take some time, it was better to wait outside.
I nodded, but after taking a few steps, I noticed that Miss Ming had not moved. She seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the mummified corpse in the box. Banrada tugged at her a couple of times and, seeing that she still didn’t respond, looked closer and asked in surprise, “Why are you crying? Is it painful?”
Miss Ming finally snapped back to reality. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, put her sunglasses back on, and shook her head, saying, “I was just feeling a bit emotional; it’s nothing. Let’s go.”
I have always felt that Miss Ming is a very sentimental woman. Through her, I can sense strength and determination, which are rare qualities in women. Although she may not compare to many stars in appearance, her aura is quite impressive. I have always approached this transaction with a fan's mentality towards Miss Ming.
Some say she brought this upon herself. If she hadn’t been so enamored with wealth and luxury, how could she have fallen so low? But I want to ask, how many people in this world do not love money? Some might bravely declare that they would never give up love for money. But let me ask you this: if you had two partners who were your ideal types—one wealthy and one not—who would you choose? I believe over ninety percent of people would choose the wealthy one.
Under the same conditions, what is wrong with choosing wealth? Money allows people to eat well, enjoy life, and do more of what they want. Even when it comes to donations, if you have money, you can donate a million! Therefore, there’s nothing wrong with choosing to love money; only those who compromise their conscience for money or are vain need criticism.
Of course, this doesn’t mean that Miss Ming chose that wealthy man solely for love. She simply made the most rational choice available to her; the only regret is that her judgment wasn’t great and she ended up with a scoundrel.
I feel indignant on her behalf and sympathize with her situation. Thus, I hope that this little spirit can be refined well enough so that she can once again appear on the big screen soon.
After stepping outside, I expressed this thought to Miss Ming and sincerely wished her success in making a comeback. Miss Ming seemed somewhat unhappy; she sighed and nodded, saying, “I hope so…”
Ajan Dong’s empowerment took a full seven days. Although some time was lost due to meals and rest breaks, his sincerity was evident. No other Ajan would spend most of their time empowering the same little spirit.
When I saw the Infant Mummy again, its blood had completely coagulated into dark brown scabs. It looked as if it were wrapped in a layer of black cloth. Ajan Dong had specially used Gold Paint to depict Invocation Spells on it so that it didn’t look too frightening. Miss Ming took the box and immediately held it tightly in her arms. It was clear that she was very excited.
After nearly two weeks of effort, we finally wrapped up this business deal, and I felt quite pleased.
This little ghost, Miss Ming, was given fifty thousand. It's not a lot; in fact, I originally planned to ask for a bit less. But Banrada was watching with eyes that seemed ready to burst into flames, so I had to give up on that idea. This fat guy doesn't care about any celebrities; he just wants to make money, as much as possible.
Although it was a refined little ghost, it definitely wouldn't pass through customs normally. I wanted to ask Second Uncle for help, but Miss Ming said she had her own connections, so I had to let it go. After sending her off, I took out the fifty thousand and gave Banrada ten thousand, then gave Ajan Dong twenty-five thousand. The extra five thousand was naturally a reward for Ajan Master for his hard work these days. I didn't expect that refining the little ghost would be so exhausting. I thought it would be simple—just roasting it a bit, drawing some symbols, and reciting a few scriptures—but the actual process turned out to be much more complicated. Just a few days and nights of roasting was enough to wear an ordinary person out.
Ajan Dong expressed his satisfaction with my kindness and praised me in broken Chinese, saying, "You are very good, awesome."
I laughed heartily and then remembered my previous confusion, so I asked why Miss Ming's wound couldn't heal. Ajan Dong explained that in Flesh and Blood Fosterage, there is the power of the little ghost involved. Combined with the Invocation Spell, it can achieve no injury. However, this time the refining of the little ghost only involved normal bloodletting without any other powers mixed in, so it couldn't heal quickly.
I responded with an "oh" and asked if the wound would be a problem. Ajan Dong smiled and said, "Don't worry; I will take care of it."
Making ten thousand in two weeks from a purely no-cost business would make anyone else extremely happy. But Banrada wasn't very pleased; he only got ten thousand from that fifty thousand. He sulked and said that he worked hard and deserved at least an extra five thousand. I snorted and said, "First of all, this business originally belonged to my Second Uncle; you intercepted it halfway through. It's already generous of me not to ask you for a hush fee. Secondly, when that wealthy man from Australia offered hundreds of thousands, how much did you give me? How dare you ask me for money?"
Upon hearing this, Banrada quickly changed his expression to one of a smile and said, "Oh come on, it's just a small lamentation! Money doesn't matter; the friendship between brothers is what’s most important!"
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