I looked at Zhang Teng. Offering sacrifices for three years was nothing, but its second request was obvious to Zhang Teng.
Zhang Teng naturally heard it too, and understood its meaning. He grinned.
"Master, please agree for me. What's there to worry about in fifty years? I smoke, drink, and get my hair permed. I have a lot of bad habits. I might not even live to see that day."
Upon hearing this, I nodded to Wong Tai Sin.
“Very well, make him swear a blood oath.”
A huge weight lifted from my heart as I helped Zhang Teng, who was almost completely paralyzed.
He had been extremely tense, but now that he had suddenly relaxed, his eyes felt dizzy, and he looked like he was about to faint.
I took out a three-edged bone needle and pricked his finger.
The intense pain, so strong that it connected to the heart, immediately brought Zhang Teng's unfocused gaze back to life.
"It's not completely over yet. If you go to sleep now, you're doomed. Come on, swear an oath to me."
I supported him and guided him to make the vow, word by word.
"Heaven above, Earth below! Your disciple Zhang Teng swears an oath to the Yellow Immortal today! I will sincerely repent and make offerings! On the first and fifteenth of each month, incense will be burned continuously for three years, and I will never break my promise! Fifty years later, I will help his descendants to be granted godhood. If I break this oath, may I die on the spot and never be reincarnated!"
Suddenly, the temperature in the room returned to normal, and the lights stopped flickering.
Looking again at the altar, even with the third eye activated, one cannot see Wong Tai Sin.
However, the offerings such as fried tofu and eggs on the altar had disappeared, obviously taken away by the Weasel spirit.
We breathed a sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa.
The oppressive aura emanating from that weasel was truly immense. If we had actually fought back then, we probably wouldn't have fared well.
However, I am 90% certain that even without Master Zhang Qingxiao's exorcising talisman, that weasel would easily find another reason to back down.
"Is it over?" Zhang Teng slumped to the ground, his body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
His head felt like it was filled with mush; he was not only dizzy but also felt the world spinning around him.
I nodded and looked at Zhang Teng:
"It's over, but don't forget to make offerings to Huang Xian for three years. Although it's troublesome, you've turned misfortune into blessing. You should be considered half a disciple now. If you encounter any strange things in the future, you can try calling on Huang Daxian."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Teng struggled to his feet, kowtowed to me several times with a "bang," and then collapsed to the ground again.
“Master, there’s a bank card under the coffee table with a PIN on it. It contains 180,000 yuan, which is all my savings.”
I lifted the coffee table and, sure enough, found a bank card with the PIN written on it.
"Cough cough, I thought I was going to die, so I hid the money here and only told my mom, hoping she could keep it for her retirement. It's good, I can take care of her myself now."
I put the bank card back under the coffee table.
"You don't need that much. Once you've recovered, just take 30,000 to 50,000 and give it to Li Huai."
"Master, take it all! You saved my life, and I can always earn more money!"
Zhang Teng was panting heavily, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open so he wouldn't fall asleep.
Luo Tianhe patted him on the shoulder.
“You’re a real man, but with Master Chen’s skills, do you think he’d be short of money? You should keep this money to support your mother. Offering sacrifices to that Weasel spirit will also cost money.”
“That’s right, Zhang Teng. Look at me now. I’m working with Master Chen, and I’m dressed in designer brands. I’m not short of money at all.”
Li Huai also offered his advice.
"Ahem, it really is true. Looks like you've really struck it rich. I remember you used to wear pants that cost 19.9 yuan for two pairs, bought on Pinduoduo. Alright, I can't stay awake any longer, I'm going to sleep now, so I won't see you off."
After saying that, Zhang Teng lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and once again performed the feat of falling asleep in a second.
Li Huai carried him to the bedroom, and I took the opportunity to tidy up the messy living room. Then the three of us left.
"This Master Wong is truly wicked; he kills people without them even realizing it. So many masters can't figure out his tricks."
Luo Tianhe started the car, and couldn't help but sigh.
"I think Li Huai's friend is even more strange. He was able to say such things when the weasel asked for a title."
I pursed my lips, still finding it somewhat unbelievable.
“You’re right. I can imagine how Huang Daxian reacted when he heard Zhang Teng say those words. He probably felt dizzy and couldn’t stand up straight.”
Luo Tianhe, a bit of a commuter, couldn't help but laugh.
Li Huai chuckled twice, seemingly ashamed of knowing such an idiot:
"He was drunk after all, and it's normal for young people not to believe in those things."
"Wait, look ahead!" I suddenly pointed ahead in a serious tone.
It was already past midnight, and the shops on both sides of the road were all closed.
But where I pointed, thick smoke began to billow out.
"Is someone burning paper money?"
Luo Tianhe was somewhat puzzled and drove in that direction.
When we arrived at the scene, we discovered that it wasn't someone burning paper money, but a car accident!
The front of the car was already engulfed in flames, billowing thick smoke. A person in front of the car had been smashed into the wall and was presumably dead.
Just as Li Huai was about to get out of the car to help, I grabbed him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'll go check if the person in the driver's seat is still alive."
He didn't mention the one whose front of the car was hit, clearly indicating that he didn't think that guy had a chance of surviving.
"You idiot! The front of the car is still on fire! If the fuel tank explodes, you'll be blown to bits!"
I angrily cursed,
Li Huai stood there, stunned.
"Stop standing there and playing a few rounds, call 120, I'll call the police first."
I dialed Zhang Qiang's number, and he was clearly used to me calling him in the middle of the night.
"What's wrong, Chen Yan? What happened again?"
"There was a car accident on Xiangyang Street. The person who was hit should have died on the spot."
"Okay, I'll take some men over there right away. This is none of your business, is it?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Qiang's voice instantly became clear.
“It’s none of our business, we were just passing by, officer. We’ve already called an ambulance, we’re going back to sleep now. We’ve been busy all day, and there are security cameras at this intersection, so we shouldn’t need to give a statement.”
"Okay, you guys go back first. I remember the ambulance isn't far from there, it should be there in five or six minutes."
Zhang Qiang hung up the phone after saying that.
I had my phone on speakerphone, and Li Huai and the others heard our conversation.
Li Huai was still somewhat conflicted.
"Brother Yan, what if the person in the driver's seat is still alive?"
I interrupted Li Huai before he could finish speaking:
"Didn't you hear it too? The ambulance arrived in five or six minutes!"
"But what if he chokes to death within those five or six minutes?"
Li Huai looked at me and said with a serious expression.
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