Chapter 29
After dealing with the little boy's matter, I thought I could have a couple of days of peace and quiet, but I didn't expect that I would be so busy that I couldn't rest for a moment.
I drove alone that day, primarily to see the site of the ghost fire. However, Thai roads don't directly lead into the countryside; once you enter, you're faced with narrow dirt roads. I parked the car and followed my memory to the temple. When I arrived, I saw a statue of the Medicine Buddha enshrined there.
In Thailand, the Medicine Buddha, also known as the "Ling Buddha," possesses the power to liberate the souls of the deceased and eliminate karmic obstacles. Considering what happened that night, the empty space before me must be filled with the souls of those who died in unnatural ways. It's just that, for unknown reasons, no one worships at this temple anymore. Without incense, the Medicine Buddha's power has diminished, allowing these ghosts to wreak havoc at night.
This is just my guess, I don't know if it's correct or not.
When I returned to the Xien Hotel, He Man had something important to do today and went to discuss the contract with the people in Thailand, so I was the only one left.
As a result, that night, I had just taken a shower and was getting ready for bed when I felt something outside the window.
I opened the curtains and looked out, and I almost vomited because of nausea.
A head was flying in the air, looking at me. Below the severed head were intestines, dripping with blood, clearly fresh. The head saw me, smiled evilly, and then flew away.
Although it was the first time I saw this thing, I recognized it at a glance. This thing that was neither human nor ghost was the flying head demon.
Like Kumantong, black magic is widely practiced in Thailand and is considered a form of sorcery. Legend has it that Thai black magic originated from Chinese sorcery, spread to Southeast Asia, and evolved into a uniquely Southeast Asian practice. Black magic is practiced not only in Thailand but also in Cambodia, the Philippines, and other places.
Judging from his appearance, he should be in the early stage of Feitoujiang, because in the advanced Feitoujiang, there will be no intestines under the head, but only a bald head.
At this stage, he would suck blood every day, not necessarily human blood, cat blood or dog blood would be fine. He came here today, probably to demonstrate to me.
But I'm curious. Only those with a deep hatred would practice this kind of thing, to seek revenge. I'm a stranger in Thailand and have no enemies. Could it be that the escaped monks from the Dharmayan Temple are seeking revenge against me? This seems to be the only possibility at the moment.
The feeling of being secretly watched was very unpleasant, so I immediately put on my clothes and chased after him.
I must destroy him before he becomes powerful. This not only concerns my own safety, but also the safety of others. Before my family comes, I must eliminate all hidden dangers.
I followed him, and this flying head demon was truly powerful. I ran for a long time, until his scent had dissipated into the air, but I still couldn't catch up. Mainly because he was flying, so crossing mountains and rivers was no problem. I chased him on foot, and when I encountered a river, I had to find a bridge. Although I didn't find him, I was sure he would come back.
Then I have no choice but to sit back and wait for him to come again.
I had overestimated him. I hadn't expected his IQ to be so low, and he actually came to challenge me again the next day. This time, I acted decisively, shooting a golden-feathered arrow at him. He was just a freshman, so how could he block my golden arrow? It went straight through his mouth, pinning him to the ground.
I ran up to him and asked him who he was and why he practiced the evil magic of flying head, which had extremely strong backlash and harmed both others and himself.
He chuckled and said that I had stolen the golden statue of Kumantong from the two brothers, and that I must avenge my brothers' murder.
Now that I remember, the little boy that night was indeed the one I stole out of the cave. It seems that the two of them were the ones who chased me that night. However, his brother was killed by me with the Golden Feather Arrow. Now he is practicing the Flying Head Magic to avenge his brother.
But he didn't expect that even if he had mastered the Flying Head technique, he wouldn't be my opponent. Furthermore, he was still in the early stages and posed no threat to me. I pressed him to find out if he had any accomplices, but he closed his eyes, meaning he didn't want to answer.
I didn't waste time talking to him and directly detonated the golden feather arrow and sent him to see his brother.
After dealing with him, I was nervous for a few days, but when I found that there was nothing unusual, I felt relieved.
It was at this time that my family finally arrived.
My parents called me after they arrived in Chiang Mai. I initially thought it was a scam, as I'd never seen the number before. But when I answered, it was actually my dad. Hearing they'd arrived in Chiang Mai, I quickly drove to meet them. Seeing my anxiety, He Man realized it was my parents and drove straight to pick them up.
He Man said that since it was my parents' first visit, she had to go with them for both moral and practical reasons.
Arriving at Chiang Mai International Airport, I finally saw my parents, whom I had longed for. I hugged them tightly, fearing that everything before me was a dream, that it was all so unreal.
After reuniting with my parents, I realized there was one person missing.
"Where's grandpa?" I asked.
My mother was a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
My father smiled and said, "He's old and doesn't want to go abroad. You can go back to see him anytime after you return."
I nodded. I could understand that. Unlike my father and mother, he was a member of the Xuanmen sect. Grandpa didn't have a ghost spirit; he was just an ordinary member of the ghost tribe. Thailand was a long way to go, and Grandpa, like most ghosts, was nostalgic, so he stayed with the ghost tribe.
He Man begged us to go back and talk. When my parents learned she was He Man, they were deeply grateful for her care for our family. He Man, in all her interactions, never displayed her airs as the eldest daughter of the He family. Instead, she was incredibly approachable. After a few words, my parents felt less awkward and began treating her like their own niece. This was He Man's charisma.
After arriving at the Xien Hotel, He Man had already made arrangements to welcome my parents.
My parents had been imprisoned in the ghost tribe for so many years, and now, although they have come to Thailand, they are finally free. They both have smiles on their faces, especially me, and their eyes don't want to leave me for a moment.
"I really envy you, my little sister. Now your family is reunited, and your life will get better and better in the future," said He Man.
"Huh?" We looked at her.
This was the first time I'd heard Ho Man talk about her story. The Ho family is one of Hong Kong's leading families. In her father's generation, everyone was scheming to compete for family resources, so Ho Man rarely saw her parents as a child. This fostered Ho Man's independence and helped her grow into a candidate to become the third-generation leader of the Ho family.
Although she said it with a smile, I'm afraid that in just a few words, she was under much more pressure than I was.
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