"Hello, I’m Zhou Haidong."
The old man stood up and graciously reached out his hand to greet Sun Yan.
In North Arica, being a Chinese invited by the local police to serve as a Spiritual Consultant indicates a formidable prowess.
Thinking of what the old man said when he left, Sun Yan shook hands and asked, "Uncle, can you tell if there’s sothing troubling about ?"
"The aura of an Evil God, very foul, like disgusting sewer sludge. It seems soone has their eyes on you."
Zhou Haidong took out a paper talisman from his chest pocket and handed it to Sun Yan: "Burn this talisman paper into ashes, mix it with clear water, and apply it to where you’re hurt. It will guarantee your safety."
Raymond saw Zhou Haidong’s actions and enthusiastically introduced, "Mr. Haidong’s talisman paper is quite effective, helping our police departnt solve a lot of problems caused by Evil Spirits over the years."
"Thank you." Sun Yan received the yellow talisman and nodded politely.
The Shen Zhou Continent has a long history and profound culture. Naturally, Sun Yan wouldn’t be arrogant enough to think only he has exorcism thods.
Many Chinese people working hard in North Arica have ancestral heritage passed down through generations. So might even be experts from Wild Grass Mountain.
Sun Yan imdiately walked to a nearby vending machine, bought a bottle of mineral water, and took out his lighter to ignite the yellow talisman. When the talisman turned to ash, he placed it into the water bottle.
Sizzling!
As Sun Yan poured the mineral water onto the bite mark on his chest, wisps of visible black air imdiately drifted from the wound, causing intense pain that made him clench his teeth, his entire face flushed red.
Soon, the black teeth marks left by the dead infant slowly vanished, leaving only slightly broken skin, with no trace of the original anomaly.
Zhou Haidong observed the changes in Sun Yan’s body and said, "It seems you’ve been targeted by a Southern Ocean Black Magic Master’s Ancient Mantra Incantation. Fortunately, this Ancient Mantra wasn’t cultivated for long, and its effects aren’t severe enough to leave substantial Black Magic within your body. With my talisman to ward off evil, there shouldn’t be much of a problem."
"Uncle, are you knowledgeable about Black Magic Masters?" Sun Yan curiously asked.
"Yes, I once stayed in Southeast Asia for a ti, dealing with local Black Magic Masters. But I couldn’t stand their disregard for right and wrong, as they’d cast spells as long as there was money involved, so I moved to North Arica to develop instead."
Zhou Haidong pulled out a silver business card and handed it to Sun Yan: "I run a tea house in the Jinshui District. I usually take on small jobs helping with exorcism and rituals. Since we’re all Chinese, feel free to visit if you have the ti. We can always assist each other in tis of trouble abroad, the more friends, the more paths."
Sun Yan accepted the card, noticing the gilded writing stating ’Haidong Tea House,’ along with the store’s address and contact number. He nodded: "Sure, I’ll definitely visit when I have the ti."
Leaning on a cane with a solemn expression, Zhou Haidong warned, "I should also remind you, once a Black Magic Master uses the Ancient Mantra to cast a spell, it ans they won’t stop after taking action. Although your curse seems lifted for now, I doubt the matter can be resolved so easily, so be cautious in the future."
"I understand, I’ve already gathered so clues about the Black Magic Master. Once Chief Raymond investigates the recent delivery drivers to Chen Xing’s apartnt, we should be able to identify the Southern Ocean Black Magic Master among them."
Right after Sun Yan finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. He instinctively reached to cover his mouth but was too late.
A wave of nausea surged from his stomach, causing Sun Yan to bend over as he uncontrollably vomited profusely.
Countless tadpoles stread from his mouth, stunning all the white police officers around him.
Having seen much of the world, Zhou Haidong decisively ordered, "Raymond, get him a car to my tea house. Go investigate those delivery drivers he ntioned as soon as possible. Otherwise, we’re in trouble."
...
Sowhere in Saint Anna City, in a rental room.
Sang Tai sat cross-legged at the table with a somber face, a prayer incense in his mouth, seriously eyeing the jar on the table.
The jar was filled to almost overflowing with black water, beneath which a photo was suppressed. In the photo, it was clear the person was Sun Yan.
Sang Tai found this photo in Chen Xing’s phone gallery and, after confirming it was the guy who helped Chen Xing break the spell, he imdiately printed the photo to plan his revenge on Sun Yan.
There was no choice. The mont Sun Yan broke his spell, there could only be one survivor between the two of them.
If Sang Tai wasn’t ruthless, even his own life offered to the Evil God for mana would be in danger.
"To break my dicinal Incarnation, you seem young but are quite capable. Unfortunately, your opponent is , the servant of the Black Curse Buddha Mother!"
Sang Tai took the long incense from his mouth, grinning ferociously, and pointed it at Sun Yan’s photo.
The incense head burned a circular mark in the photo’s forehead. Seeing this, Sang Tai bit his tongue, picked up a nail, and scraped it across his tongue.
With the nail sared in his blood, he fiercely stabbed it into Sun Yan’s photo at the circular mark on the forehead.
A series of low incantations reverberated through the room, and the black water in the jar began to form rhythmic ripples.
As if sothing was about to erge from within.
...
"Ah!"
Inside a speeding police car, Sun Yan clutched his head, painfully banging it against the window.
At that mont, he felt as if an invisible iron nail was being driven into his head, about to burst apart, with neither salvation nor escape.
Beside him, Zhou Haidong noted Sun Yan’s symptoms and realized the hidden Southern Ocean Black Magic Master had started to cast a ’Flying Down’ on him.
The so-called Flying Down is when a Black Magic Master uses mana to cast a spell on a target from a distance, depending on the level of danger. If the Black Magic Master has only the target’s photo, they can only cast a common spell making the target suffer both physically and ntally but without threatening their life.
But if the Black Magic Master possesses an intimate belonging, hair, or birthdate of the target, they can employ Black Magic to claim the target’s life from a distance.
Above the Flying Down, if a Black Magic Master is desperate, there are two extrely terrifying thods.
They can command an Ancient Mantra to directly kill the target from afar.
Or they can employ the mana of the Evil God they worship at all costs in a life-or-death duel.
However, both thods are exceedingly dangerous, with the slightest mistake resulting in the Black Magic Master’s death on the spot.
They also have very strict range requirents; the Black Magic Master and the target must not be too far apart, or it won’t work.
"Hold on a little longer, once we reach the tea house, I’ll lift the curse for you." Zhou Haidong placed a jade stone in Sun Yan’s mouth, and as he chanted slowly, Sun Yan’s symptoms surprisingly subsided, temporarily restoring normality.
"Thank you," Sun Yan said gratefully with the stone in his mouth.
Although he had several Magical Artifacts and wasn’t afraid to confront any Evil Spirit directly, facing a Black Magic Master who attacks you remotely and relentlessly, Sun Yan couldn’t help feeling powerless, frustrated with strength to spare but nowhere to use it.
If it weren’t for Zhou Haidong’s aid today, he truly would have been in danger.
Sun Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and clenched his fist with a grim expression, realizing he had underestimated the spiritualists in this world. Encountering a troubleso situation revealed his inability to handle it. Compared to Evil Spirits, these spiritualists were more intimidating. Clashing with one as an enemy was genuinely a big headache.
Soon after, the police car arrived at Haidong Tea House in the Jinshui District.
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