Whoosh!
On the offering table, the straw doll with Chen Xing's photo unexpectedly caught fire. The frail man's expression changed, and he fell backward involuntarily, hitting the ground and clutching his chest, spitting out a large mouthful of dark blood.
He stared incredulously at the straw doll that had been burned to ashes and screamed sharply, "Who is the other party?! They've directly broken my Black Magic."
Generally, when a Black Magic Master curses someone, if that person can find an expert to help remove the curse from their body, the master can still remotely engage in magical combat with them.
It's about which side has the higher skill, and he has plenty of ways to counterattack, making the other side's spell fail.
But the speed at which Chen Xing's curse was broken was so fast that the frail man didn't even have time to react, let alone figure out a way to compensate.
For a Black Magic Master, having their curse removed is the most humiliating thing.
The frail man clutched his chest, his face wrinkled in pain, at this moment the head of the Buddha statue on the offering table, covered with a red cloth, suddenly started to move as if it was going to be blown off by an unseen force.
The expensive gold ornaments that hung on the statue began to tremble at this moment, appearing incredibly eerie.
"It's nothing, this was just an accident. I won't let him live, please believe me."
Seeing the abnormality of the Buddha statue, the frail man quickly knelt down in panic and kowtowed repeatedly in front of the Buddha, only then did the movement on the Buddha statue slowly come to a stop, but this undoubtedly made him even more uneasy.
Once a Black Magic Master casts a curse, a 'karma' relationship is formed between them and the victim. If the target doesn't die, the karma will backfire on the master.
There is no such thing in the world as something beneficial without harm. The Black Magic like this is naturally the same. It seems like the master can easily earn a lot of money from those who seek their help through evil arts.
But they bear the invisible risk of potentially dying miserably each time they perform a spell.
The power they borrow belongs to the Evil God they serve, and so does their destiny.
Seeing the Buddha statue return to calm, the frail man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in fear and walked out of the room.
A thick address book lay on the table in the living room, recording every customer who had come to seek his help.
The frail man flipped to the last page, revealing a photo of a girl slipped between the pages of the address book.
It was a pure and pretty girl with black hair, her delicate features and fair skin enough to qualify her as social media influencer level.
On the back of the photo, there was a number written in pencil. The frail man took out his phone and immediately dialed the number. Soon, a weak and feeble voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Sang Tai?"
"Did you say last time that man went back to California? I've run into some trouble here and need to go to North America, I need you to do me a favor."
"Mr. Sang Tai, didn't your Black Magic kill him..." The girl's tone suddenly changed, and the voice on the other end of the phone became filled with resentment.
"There was an accident, so I need to go to North America to put another curse on him."
"Okay, how can I help you?"
"Give me the fetus you aborted."
...
"Ten thousand back to the Friendship Car Shop owner, leaving me with more than forty thousand, really made a fortune, the more fat sheep like Chen Xing the better."
Sitting on the sofa counting the US Dollars, Sun Yan couldn't close his mouth from smiling. Just the income from dealing with Chen Xing this time exceeded the net income of the restaurant opened by his parents for a year.
With money in his pocket, Sun Yan felt he finally understood what it meant to have savings.
He put the US Dollars back into the LV bag and picked up the Buddha Pendant to examine it carefully again.
Setting aside the taboo of Black Magic, the workmanship of this Buddha Pendant was undeniably exquisite. The surface was polished to perfection, feeling incredibly smooth to the touch.
"Mr. Jack, could you show me what you have in your hand?"
The silhouette of Luna appeared in the round mirror in the corridor at this moment, she seemed very interested in the Buddha Pendant in Sun Yan's hand.
"You like this?" Sun Yan walked to the mirror with the Buddha Pendant, handing it over.
Luna looked at the Buddha Pendant with a solemn expression and couldn't help but say, "Such an evil aura, I can feel some terrifying presence on it, Mr. Jack this is an ominous object, you'd better throw it away quickly, otherwise, disaster will befall you."
"You have this ability, tell me specifically, what is this terrifying presence." Sun Yan smiled indifferently, with the Ghost Torturing Stick and General Sun Mask, General Enhancing Puppet as his protection, and the Ordinary version True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao seated in the main house, how scary could a little Buddha Pendant be.
"I can't tell, just vaguely feel a great evil from it, this thing might bring calamities upon you." Luna shook her head seriously.
Sun Yan wasn't inherently stubborn or self-righteous, hearing Luna say this, he also secretly became more cautious.
A Black Magic Master being able to establish roots in the South Seas, the depth of their mastery of evil arts is unquestionable, perhaps even more dangerous in some respects than encountering an Evil Spirit, caution is necessary.
"I understand, thank you for the reminder, and remember not to call me Mr. Jack in the future, call me Jackson."
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After returning home from the Evangelical Town Cemetery, Chen Xing, still trembling with fear, became more honest.
For the next few days, he stayed at home every day refusing to go out, relying solely on takeaway deliveries for meals, not daring to step outside even half a step.
Even when called by his party friends to go out drinking and partying, Chen Xing refused without hesitation.
The excruciating pain from the curse's earlier attack was unforgettable, and even the most reckless people had to become obedient and honest.
Late night, luxury apartment.
Chen Xing, with bloodshot eyes, wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa watching the pay TV channel SQ.
Although he knew the curse in his body had been removed with Sun Yan's help.
Yet, over the past few days, Chen Xing had an inexplicable sense of unease, as if someone was secretly watching and spying on his life.
With such anxiety weighing on him, Chen Xing's mental state not only didn't recover but became increasingly paranoid, constantly feeling like someone wanted to harm him.
Perhaps it was the delivery man, perhaps the property manager, perhaps the cleaner...
Under immense pressure, Chen Xing was afraid to sleep at night, fearing that if he did, bugs would crawl inside him.
The coffee table was littered with coffee and Red Bulls, betel nuts, cigarettes, and even various adrenaline-pumping, mind-stimulating drugs.
These past few days, Chen Xing relied entirely on these to disrupt his biological clock, staying up all night and only napping during the day, which gave him a minimal sense of security.
Ding dong!
The apartment doorbell suddenly rang, and Chen Xing's tense body instantly jumped off the sofa, grabbing the fruit knife on the coffee table, staring with terror in the direction of the apartment door.
Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!
As no one answered the door, the doorbell was pressed more and more impatiently, soon the doorbell intercom screen installed beside the door showed a girl who dyed her hair yellow in an anime style.
She spoke tiredly and impatiently, "Xing-chan, aren't you home? I forgot my key, if you're awake, hurry and open the door for me."