When I ran to Xiao Lan's side, my heart was pounding. I knew he was hurt when I left him with Foxy Yaya. As I reached the stairwell, I was about to go upstairs when I saw Xiao Lan fly down and land on the grand piano in the center of the empty room.
I shouted worriedly, "Xiao Lan!" I rushed towards him, and Foxy Yaya flew out from the second floor and landed on Xiao Lan's stomach, pressing him deeper into the grand piano.
"Xiao Lan!" I heard myself scream from the top of my half empty lungs.
I threw everything in my hands on the ground and flew at Foxy Yaya with a high kick. My powerful kick sent Foxy Yaya off the grand piano, and he lost his switchblade, which slid towards the stairwell.
I jumped off the grand piano and angrily walked towards Foxy Yaya, or whoever the hell he was. I gasped through gritted teeth and approached, "Only I can hit him." I rushed forward and kicked Foxy Yaya across the room. I jumped on him and started hitting him.
Xiao Lan shouted, "Don't hit him too hard!"
I set my eyes on fire. I gritted my teeth and shouted, "You still care about him at such a critical moment?" I punched Foxy Yaya's abdomen.
Xiao Lan shouted, "Why didn't you burn the painting?"
"I did," I said, hitting Foxy Yaya. "But that thing turned to ashes and came back to life!" I grunted as Foxy Yaya smashed his fist hard into my stomach.
Foxy Yaya then wrapped his arms around my neck, and I couldn't breathe. I hadn't realized how strong this sissy, girly man could be. I was still furious about everything this sissy man had done today: from the annoying phone calls to ruining my sex with Xiao Lan, stabbing Xiao Lan, and daring to hit my man. I grabbed his long, swan-like neck and squeezed him with the lightning strike of Zeus. Now, I see, no resentment is more dangerous than a woman's scorn.
Xiao Lan slowly got up from the grand piano and threw the painting on the ground. He added salt to the painting, squeezed on the lighter fluid, and ignited the flame. After about ten minutes, the painting's ashes resurrected to its original state. Xiao Lan looked at the painting and saw that the father sitting on the chair had tears in his eyes. The father in the painting's eyes moved slightly in the direction of the switchblade.
Xiao Lan looked at the switchblade not far from the stairwell. He looked around and saw a small vase. He grabbed the vase and pulled out the roses. Using the stem of a rose, he slowly pushed the switchblade into the small vase. He touched the blood on his chest and wrote the word "SEAL" on the small vase.
I knew I was winning this epic battle because I felt Foxy Yaya's hands slowly slide down from my neck, trying to pull my iron fingers away from his swan neck. I continued to squeeze, gritting my teeth. "You're not that tough now... eh?" I taunted.
The dying Foxy Yaya gasped, hitting my arms. "Let... go... of... me... you... jerk..."
I retorted angrily, "This is what you get when you mess with my man!"
Xiao Lan pulled me off Foxy Yaya's abdomen. "Enough," he said. "The spirit is captured." I still growled at Foxy Yaya like a hungry wolf about to attack. "Don't be too wild. Remember we're on a mission."
Xiao Lan helped Foxy Yaya to the living room and sat him down. I sat across from Foxy Yaya, and we stared at each other, nursing our wounds hatefully.
"Xiao Lan, how did you kill the spirit?" I asked.
Xiao Lan said, "This type of spirit cannot be destroyed; I only captured it. Its hatred is too strong. We can only capture and seal him away." Xiao Lan placed the small vase on the coffee table. "The spirit is in there."
"Su Ling said that this painting was hunted by Igor Chernoff," I added.
Foxy Yaya interjected, "Based on history, this seems to be true. Igor Chernoff killed his entire family."
"It's not the painting that was hunted," Xiao Lan stated.
Foxy Yaya and I looked at Xiao Lan and said at the same time, "Then what?"
"The switchblade," Xiao Lan replied.
I turned around and saw the painting Xiao Lan had placed beside the sofa. I took a closer look at it and saw that the eyes of Chernoff's only son were now turned to his father, Igor Chernoff. The once arrogant image had turned into hatred.
"Xiao Lan, hand me that painting," I instructed.
Xiao Lan grabbed the painting from the sofa and handed it to me. As I looked at the painting, I noticed tears in the eyes of Chernoff's son. I wiped them away with my little finger. "Tell me, why do you hate him so much?" I asked.
I closed my eyes and immediately saw a picture: a fourteen- or sixteen-year-old boy was being dragged into a room by two men. The men pushed the little boy inside and threw some money to the man standing at the door. When he looked up to take the money, it was Igor Chernoff. Igor Chernoff smiled at the man before closing the door.
Without seeing the whole scene, I already knew what was going on behind that closed door. I didn't dare to go in, or perhaps the spirit simply didn't let me. After hearing the little boy scream and cry loudly, the man straightened his pants and walked out of the room.
The man looked at Igor Chernoff and said, "That's a good piece of meat."
Igor Chernoff smiled. "See you next time."
The next scene the spirit showed me was inside the barbershop. Screams were accompanied by crying, and it sounded like many people shouting at the same time. I slowly approached the room and saw two men and Igor Chernoff pinning the young man to the floor. This time, the little boy was an adult, and this young man was the man in the painting—the son of Igor Chernoff. Igor Chernoff's son was pinned to the floor, naked, by Igor Chernoff and another man, while a third man was about to rape the young man.
Igor Chernoff sneered, "Don't move too much. These good gentlemen have paid good money for you."
The young man kicked the half-naked man who was about to rape him, sending him stumbling toward the desk, his waist hitting the edge of the table. The young man quickly broke free from Igor Chernoff's grip and pushed the other man to the ground. But the half-naked man, enraged, kicked the young man in the back. The young man fell forward onto a table laden with a switchblade and scissors. The half-naked man grabbed the young man's hair. The youth desperately searched with both hands and seized the switchblade. He then turned, blocking the half-naked man's throat with the blade.
The young man grabbed a chair and threw it at Igor Chernoff. The other man, clearly frightened, rushed out the door. The young man then lifted Igor Chernoff to his stomach and began savagely stabbing the switchblade around Igor Chernoff's buttocks and genitals.
A hand touched the young man's left shoulder. He turned around quickly, waving his right hand at the person. Once he turned completely, he saw his sister gasping for breath, clutching her neck, blood gushing out of her mouth.
The young man cried with his sister in his arms. He walked slowly up the stairs and saw Mrs. Chernoff sleeping soundly in her bed. He approached Mrs. Chernoff and slit her throat.
After the young man killed everyone, he severed the genitals of the dead half-naked man and stuffed them into the dead man's mouth. He dragged the half-naked man onto a train track and threw the body on the railway, knowing that every day at 4:00 AM the first train would cross these tracks. He then closed the door of Chernoff's barbershop.
I opened my eyes and tried shaking my head to get rid of all the dirty images that had just been shown to me. Xiao Lan asked, "What did you see?"
"That bastard Igor Chernoff is pimping his kids to passing men," I said.
Foxy Yaya choked. "How do you know?"
"The evil spirit possessing you just showed me," I replied.
"Will he cross over?" Foxy Yaya stupidly asked.
I shook my head. "His grievance was so deep that it completely devoured his soul, and he refused to move on. He closed the door of the barbershop, indicating that he wanted to keep their souls in the barbershop."
Xiao Lan sighed. "The only way is to lock him up so that he can't hurt people again."
I suddenly shouted, "Oh no..."
My shouts startled Foxy Yaya, and he stood up abruptly and shout in horror, "What are you shouting for?"
I scratched my head and said guiltily, "I left your old butler with swollen eyes in the kitchen."
"How are his eyes swollen?" Foxy Yaya asked.
"It was an accident. We were all at fault," I said guiltily. "I accidentally threw some salt in his eyes."
Foxy Yaya pointed his finger at me. "You..."
"I'll go get him," Xiao Lan said. "You two meet me at the front of the house, and I will take everyone to the hospital."
It was almost early morning when the doctor came to tell us that the old butler would be fine. As for Foxy Yaya, his fragile body suffered multiple injuries, and his family treasure was also seriously injured and had to be hospitalized. Me? I had some small scratches on my neck from Foxy Yaya's handprints...heh-heh...ahem...but I wasn't that angry because Foxy Yaya's neck was no better than mine. I also dislocated my left shoulder and elbow during the epic battle with Foxy Yaya, but the good doctor popped them back in with significant pain.
I stood at the door waiting for Xiao Lan to get my pain medicine. Then suddenly, she appeared in front of me: the young lady in traditional Vietnamese light green clothing.
The woman started crying and begging, "Xin hãy giúp anh ấy."
Xiao Lan touched my hand. "Don't be afraid of her."
"Where can I find him?" I asked.
The woman said, "Da Nang..." The woman seemed to be afraid of Xiao Lan. Xiao Lan looked at her, and she quickly disappeared.
I looked at Xiao Lan and said frantically, "You scared her away!"
"I didn't," Xiao Lan said. "Entities are naturally scared of me."
I looked at Xiao Lan. "Xiao Lan, I'm hungry."
"Me too," Xiao Lan replied.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked.
Xiao Lan approached me and whispered in my ear, "You. I'm in a hurry to open my Durex package." He chuckled. "Let's go home."
I took out my phone and called Jack. The phone rang twice, and Jack answered, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Jack, book me two tickets to Da Nang, Vietnam," I said.
"How soon?" Jack asked.
I looked at my left arm that was still strapped to my chest. "A week from now. I'm badly injured and need time to heal."
Jack choked and said, "Limit your role-play with Xiao Lan."
"You still want to keep your job?" I said angrily.
"I'll deal with it right away," he said before hanging up.
I muttered frantically, "Stupid Jack always has dirty thoughts." I put my phone in my pants pocket. "Xiao Lan, I don't want to eat steak."
Xiao Lan turned around handsomely and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
You, of course, why do you even ask. Ah... The morning sun shone on Xiao Lan's head, making him even more handsome. I secretly shouted in my heart, this half-wolf, half-vampire is mine to eat however I want. Wait...wait...it's not over yet. It was written by mistakes. I can explain...