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Chapter 8: Curse
I had to admit, Master Qin Ye's profound skills were truly impressive. I couldn't help but flatter him a bit, saying, "Master, you really are remarkable, you know? I encountered this man who claims to be my grandfather, and his name is also Ma Wu. He even appeared on my registration page and set up a curse release page. Zhu Gang's father died because of the curse."
"Ma Qi, after experiencing so much, you should understand what these Evil Souls rely on to survive."
"They rely on greed and the resentment of people."
"Exactly. If everyone in this world did good deeds and harbored no resentment, there would be no Evil Spirits. Unfortunately, a mother gives birth to nine sons, and each son has his own heart; human nature is as unfathomable as the sea!"
"Oh."
Master led me out of the Shadow Studio. After walking a few steps, I turned back to look, but where was the Shadow Studio? I was puzzled. Master continued, "Actually, the Shadow Studio exists in your heart. It is a paper house that you burned down when you returned from the Underworld. I merely borrowed this prototype from your heart to recreate it."
"So that's how it is?"
"Let's go; you should return now."
"Master, Li Gui... placed the Curse on my grandfather and used a trace of his greed to nurture the Ghost Bat. What should I do?"
"Before the night of the full moon arrives, find Li Gui's Primordial Spirit and destroy it. Your grandfather's Corpse will then recover, and the Ghost Bat will automatically disappear; otherwise, more people will die."
"And Zhu Gang's father's death?"
"In this world, although many things are unfair and complete fairness cannot be achieved, a person's fate is created by themselves. What they do determines their destiny—whether they do good deeds or commit evil acts. The laws of Karma Cycle are based on what causes one plants in life; they will reap corresponding results. The various means he used against creatures crawling on the ground like ants and the bats hanging in caves were all part of Fortune's preordained Causality retribution. Therefore, no one can help him."
Hearing Master say this made me shudder inwardly; Causality retribution truly exists. As I thought about it, chills crept into my body. I hugged my arms but still felt cold. Looking around, the ghostly figures had long disappeared; surely the Hell Gate had closed. Master handed me a short-handled Exorcism sword and pointed to a square-shaped exquisite house that seemed quite delicate: "Ma Qi, this dagger cuts through iron like mud and has killed countless enemies while gathering innumerable righteous souls. It was gifted to me by a respected friend. Along with this eighteen-layered cube, I give these two items to you as a token for accepting you as my disciple. Use these treasures wisely. Now close your eyes, count to nine, and then open them."
"Alright." I actually wanted to ask him about Qin Jian, the poor Qin Jian who, like me, had no father. It felt like I couldn't bring myself to ask that question. After hesitating for a long time, I swallowed it back down. Perhaps my master, Qin Ye, could see through my thoughts and didn't want me to bring up such matters, which is why he was so eager to send me back to reality.
When I counted to nine and opened my eyes, my master was gone. I found myself standing next to the motorcycle, a short dagger now in my hand. I drew the dagger from its sheath. The blade made a light ringing sound as it emerged, shining brightly before me; it was indeed a good dagger.
I then took out the so-called Eighteen Cubes. It was a four-sided crystal cube, layered and transparent, yet I couldn't see what was inside. It resembled a tower or perhaps many people bustling about within it, all while emanating a cold blue glow.
Honestly, how come I didn’t think to ask my master how to use this? Looking around, it was quiet and dark, not as cold as before. I slipped the Eighteen Cubes into my pocket and felt around in my clothing for a cigarette case—this was something Zhu Gang had specifically bought for me: Zhonghua cigarettes.
I pulled one out and lit it up; the smell of smoke filled the air, bringing warmth to my fingers. The glowing tip of the cigarette stood out vividly against the darkness. I took a deep drag, filling my mouth with nicotine, which overwhelmed me a bit. I wasn't used to exhaling smoke through my nose; trying to look cool only resulted in a fit of coughing as the smoke obediently escaped from my mouth.
If it weren't so cold, I wouldn't be smoking at all; smoking felt like torture. I tossed away the remaining stub of the cigarette. Then I remembered that the old motorcycle needed to warm up since it was too chilly here, making it difficult to start. Reluctantly, and because of the cold, I pushed the bike along for a bit.
This way, my body warmed up and starting the bike became easier.
A plume of black smoke erupted from the motorcycle's rear as it vibrated to life; the headlights flickered on. Instantly, this attracted a cacophony of rooster crows and dog barks. A faint light flickered in the distance before extinguishing shortly after. The sputtering sound of the bike carried far; in rural areas like this, there were always people sneaking around at night, which is why every household had dogs.
I sped ahead while a pack of snarling dogs followed behind me. To be honest, this old bike made quite a racket; no wonder it drew their attention.
No matter how fierce those dogs were, they couldn't outrun my clunky motorcycle. Chasing me was futile; they would eventually stop panting and whimper before turning back home.
This time I deliberately avoided Zhu Gang's house and took a detour back to Ma Wu Funeral Home via the main road.
I had a spare key, so this time returning didn't disturb Fatty.
As I opened the door and saw everything was normal, I let out a sigh of relief. I took off my heavy coat and went to wash my face in the bathroom before stepping back into Fatty's compartment.
Thick legs squeezed around the cotton stuffing, holding a book in hand, the cover featured a woman in a pink bikini smiling sweetly.
This grandson truly is incorrigible, just like a dog that can’t stop eating shit; he’s always been fond of this kind of thing. It seems he won’t be satisfied until he dies at the hands of a woman.
When I returned to my room, the first thing that came to mind was contacting Mi. But looking at the time, it was already one-thirty in the morning. Calling at this hour would just disturb her sleep. Forget it; I might as well check the situation on the computer.
The Ma Wu Funeral Home forum was still active, featuring topics like divination and fortune-telling, along with a section for memorial services specifically designed for those who had passed away many years ago, allowing people to remember their loved ones. There was one section that couldn’t be accessed; it was password protected.
This was definitely not set by me or by Fatty; this section pertained to the curse and revenge project that Zhu Gang had encountered.
In order to prevent this forum from harming more people, I attempted to delete it!
But to my surprise, my deletion efforts were futile. It felt like a manifestation of intent; no matter how hard I tried, it remained unchanged. Those few fonts I had painstakingly designed now held a mocking significance.
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