In my clairvoyant vision, a male phantom dressed in an old-fashioned black jacket was leaning over him, his withered hands tightly gripping Zhang Teng's neck!
"Let him go!" I shouted suddenly, and at the same time I took out a handful of powder mixed with iron filings and cinnabar from the cloth bag close to my body, chanted an exorcism incantation, and threw it at the dark figure.
The powder of cinnabar and iron filings pierced straight through the shadow and then fell to the ground, forming a simple warding-off-evil array.
The shadowy figure paused only slightly before resuming its grip on Zhang Teng's neck.
It even slowly turned its head, and a mocking smile appeared on its blurry face.
My heart skipped a beat; ordinary exorcism methods were indeed ineffective!
"These weasels are really hard to deal with!" I cursed under my breath.
Then he quickly stepped forward, bit his tongue, and used his hand to apply the blood to Zhang Teng's violently heaving forehead, drawing a calming talisman.
Meanwhile, Luo Tianhe and Li Huai were not idle either. Li Huai pried Zhang Teng's hand outwards while holding it in his hand, while Luo Tianhe kept slapping Zhang Teng's face.
My lips twitched. Luo Tianhe was really going all out; the slapping sounds were incredibly crisp.
I regret teaching him this quick way to wake people up; who knew he'd get so obsessed with it.
She could only secretly pray that she wouldn't faint in front of Luo Tianhe, otherwise this guy would really beat her.
Soon, with the combined efforts of the three of us, Zhang Teng's breathing became a little more stable, and the hand that was choking him was pried off.
But the shadowy figure beside Zhang Teng did not leave; it merely took a few steps back, hovering in the shadows of the living room, glaring at us with venom.
Although Li Huai and Luo Tianhe did not have the Heavenly Eye and could not see Huang Daxian's phantom, they both felt a malicious gaze and couldn't help but shiver.
"I said that at the time I felt that the black aura had a hint of vitality. If it had become a spirit, wouldn't that be the kind of method that Huang Daxian would use to attack?"
Now that I fully understand the truth, I continued:
"Zhang Teng, I don't know what he did to offend Wong Tai Sin so badly that he was cursed to death! And it's this kind of slow torture to death. Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but this method can amplify Zhang Teng's pain and fear to the greatest extent."
"A death curse?" Li Huai gasped, his face turning pale. "I think I've heard people say that if someone is cursed and no one intervenes, they're guaranteed to die!"
“That’s right,” I nodded, feeling a chill run down my spine.
"Wong Tai Sin is skilled in illusion and mental torture. They use this method to make the cursed person repeat a symbolic death process over and over again! The specific manifestation is like Zhang Teng's nightmare, where the man behind him keeps getting closer until he reaches out and tightly grabs his neck."
Luo Tianhe and Li Huai exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.
Li Huai gave a bitter smile:
"This Wong Tai Sin seems even scarier than a vengeful ghost!"
I pouted and glared at Li Huai, annoyed.
"Nonsense, otherwise how would some of Wong Tai Sin's disciples exorcise ghosts? Ordinary ghosts can become vengeful spirits after a dozen years of death, while Wong Tai Sin takes decades of cultivation to transform from an ordinary wild animal into a spirit. Moreover, although vengeful spirits are full of resentment, they are ultimately rootless water. Wong Tai Sin, on the other hand, follows the way of heaven. Tell me, which one is stronger?"
At this moment, Zhang Teng, who was lying on the sofa, finally woke up slowly.
"Ouch, that hurts."
The first thing Zhang Teng did upon waking up was not to check his neck, which was still bound by Huang Daxian, but rather his swollen and painful face.
"This vengeful ghost even knows how to slap people across the face?"
Zhang Teng was on the verge of tears, but his mental state had improved considerably.
Even a short rest of less than ten minutes after not sleeping for several days is a relief for an incredibly tense mind.
Luo Tianhe turned his head away, not intending to admit that he was the one who slapped himself.
I told Zhang Teng what had just happened and my speculation, and asked him to think carefully about where he had offended Wong Tai Sin.
After hearing what I said, Zhang Teng's already pale face, already haggard from lack of sleep, instantly lost all color, and his lips trembled as he said:
"Master Huang? I... how could I possibly offend him?"
He suddenly seemed to be choked, his words came to an abrupt halt, his pupils contracted sharply, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He seemed to recall something extremely terrible, his voice trembling with tears:
"It's been three years since that happened. I always thought it was a dream, but I never imagined it was real,"
"Then I've really offended Wong Tai Sin!"
Zhang Teng muttered listlessly, his eyes vacant.
I frowned. Wong Tai Sin is known for its vengeful nature; it's not uncommon for it to hold a grudge for three years before seeking revenge. Some Wong Tai Sin even take revenge on people because they were offended by it more than a decade ago.
However, Zhang Teng looked utterly dejected. What exactly did he do to offend Wong Tai Sin?
Seeing that he was still muttering to himself, without any intention of explaining, I couldn't help but ask:
"What exactly did you do?"
Zhang Teng's eyes darted around, filled with regret and fear.
"At the time, I went to my friend's house to drink and got them all drunk, and I was also quite drunk myself."
"The company suddenly called me to sign a contract. The deal was very important, and it was just one signature away. To avoid any unforeseen problems, I decided to go to the company right away."
"But I had been drinking and didn't dare to drive, so I walked along the suburban road toward the city, intending to hail a taxi as I went."
Zhang Teng swallowed hard.
Suddenly, a weasel dressed in tattered clothes and walking upright darted out of the roadside bushes. It stopped me and asked me if it looked like a human or a god.
I pondered it and realized that the weasel's request for an official title was rather strange. The safest answer would be to say that it resembled a person.
This response did not negate its cultivation, but gave it a way out, so as not to cut off its path to immortality and provoke its resentment.
Usually, after receiving this answer, Wong Tai Sin will bow to the person and then leave, and everyone will live in peace.
Or you can give vague compliments, like saying you're a wonderful immortal or something, but remember, you absolutely cannot say it's like a god!
If you say it's like a god, you'll be forced to use your own blessings and luck to make the other person a god, but you'll be in trouble. Without blessings and luck, you'll have no hope for the rest of your life, and it will definitely be full of hardships and setbacks.
Direct insults and fleeing on the spot also have endless consequences.
Judging from Zhang Teng's appearance, although his life has been full of hardships, he is not without any good fortune. So he is probably not a god. Moreover, he was drinking at the time, and alcohol emboldens cowards, so he would not have run away.
So, he insulted Wong Tai Sin on the spot?
I let out a long breath and asked:
"How did you insult Wong Tai Sin?"
Zhang Teng forced out an extremely awkward smile: "I didn't insult Wong Tai Sin."
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