The hair on the straw doll pointed to Chen Wen's wife and was dyed blood red. This was indeed unbelievable. There was a considerable amount of hair, all smooth and soft.
How did others get it from Chen Wen's wife? Without thinking, one could tell that the power struggle within the Chen family had reached a fever pitch. They even started colluding with outsiders to deal with their own family for their own benefit.
However, this matter had nothing to do with Jiang Wen. He was only here to help Chen Wen resolve the strange happenings in his home.
After the Chen family's banquet, Jiang Wen found Chen Wen. The latter had drunk a little wine and was currently excited.
When he saw Jiang Wen, he sobered up a lot. He respectfully bowed to Jiang Wen and said, "Master, are you looking for me for something?"
"Naturally." Jiang Wen nodded, took out the tuft of hair from his pocket, and handed it to him.
"This is..." Chen Wen took the hair and looked at it in confusion.
"This is your wife's hair, and the straw doll that binds the hair." Jiang Wen pointed to the straw doll in his hand and then to the residence upstairs.
Chen Wen's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He tightly gripped the hair and asked in a cold voice, "Master, how is my wife?"
"She's fine. The person who performed this ritual doesn't have much cultivation. This thing can only disgust people, but if it goes on for a while, the fake will become real, and that won't be good."
"I understand. I'll take care of it." Chen Wen nodded, put the hair in his pocket, and said nothing more.
At night, Jiang Wen sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating. He heard the wind howling outside, and the windows were shaking violently. In the faintness, it seemed like someone was趴贴 on the window, looking at the situation inside the house.
Jiang Wen slightly opened his eyes. In the corner of his eye, he saw a face tightly pressed against the glass window on the third floor of the villa. That face was like a clown in a play, with wide eyes.
Without a body, hands, or feet, it was like just a face, but it was enough to scare countless people to death.
Jiang Wen turned his head and looked at the face without joy or sorrow, his eyes without any fluctuations.
The face saw someone looking at him and just smiled. But the smile only lasted for a moment before it became terrified and uneasy. Then it quickly flew away.
"That's considered having some self-awareness." Jiang Wen said.
He got up and was about to stretch his muscles when he heard a rapid knock at the door.
He opened the door and saw Chen Wen standing at the door, covered in sweat. He looked uneasy, with anxiety in his eyes: "Master, please go and see my daughter."
"Lead the way."
The two didn't waste any words and went straight to the room.
After Jiang Wen's treatment, the corpse aura of the mother and daughter had obviously faded a lot. However, they had not woken up and were lying quietly on the bed, resting.
Jiang Wen looked at the girl on the bed and saw the clown face he had just seen appearing on her face. Half theatrical face, half normal. It was truly strange.
"Master, look what's going on! Why has my daughter become like this!" Chen Wen said anxiously.
"Don't panic, it's not a big deal. This is a grudge face. It is said to be the resentment of someone who was burned alive in a fire." Jiang Wen explained to Chen Wen. "In ancient times, there was a story about a traveling opera troupe that came to a village. Among them was a beautiful woman. Later, a passionate man in the village confessed to the woman but was ruthlessly rejected. This man set fire to the opera troupe, and the woman was burned alive in the fire. The villagers didn't know who did it until one day the arsonist's face had the makeup face of the woman. Only then did the villagers realize who set fire to the opera troupe."
"According to the Master, my daughter is being haunted by this wronged soul?" Chen Wen asked anxiously. "But my daughter is so young and usually very gentle. How could she have done such a thing!"
"Mr. Chen, don't worry. This grudge face can also be man-made," Jiang Wen said unhurriedly. He reached out and probed behind the girl, pulling out a thin, silver worm from it.
This worm was like a parasite, twitching wildly in Jiang Wen's hand.
"This! What is this?!" Chen Wen was frightened and took a few steps back, enduring the nausea as he looked at the worm in Jiang Wen's hand.
"This is called a soul-leading worm. It's also a kind of witchcraft. This worm can silently burrow into a person's spine, making it easy for them to attract resentful souls. However, although this worm is powerful, it has a drawback, which is that it cannot be exposed for a long time, otherwise it will be like this." As Jiang Wen finished speaking, the thin worm slowly became stiff and lay motionless in his hand.
"So as long as you take precautions, it is difficult for this soul-leading worm to get close, because they simply can't survive for long. Mr. Chen's daughter can be infected with this worm. Mr. Chen must know the reason better than I do, right?" Jiang Wen smiled.
"...I understand." Chen Wen took a deep breath, a resolute look in his eyes. "Thank you, Master, for saving my life."
Seeing Chen Wen thank him, Jiang Wen didn't care too much. After all, this was nothing to him. In the end, they were just some unsavory methods from folk customs.
However, the existence of this soul-leading worm really surprised Jiang Wen. He thought the Jianghu (江湖) trickster they hired was a swindler, but he didn't expect him to have some tricks.
It's a pity that there weren't many tricks, and even less for him. However, Jiang Wen was still a little curious in his heart. Who raised these worms?
Thinking like this, Jiang Wen returned to his room and held the worm in his hand. His Yang spirit left his body and floated away in the sky above the capital of Ma Country, following the faint causal guidance of the soul-leading worm.
Ma Country's city is relatively prosperous in Southeast Asia. Although it is just like that compared to other tourist countries, there are many Chinese who once settled here.
Among the high-rise buildings, there is a world of feasting and revelry.
Beautiful girls wearing sexy clothes walked elegantly in the whistles.
The vibrating music was playing, and the lights in the bar were dim.
Jiang Wen walked among the crowd in the bar, casually passing through their bodies. Although a person's Yang spirit is very fragile, if it collides with a living person, it will definitely be damaged.
But for Jiang Wen, his Yang spirit was extremely strong. Even if he wanted to, he could turn from virtual to real.
This was all thanks to the tempering in the spiritual spring, which completely connected his consciousness and the three Dantian (丹田).
There is a supernatural power in Taoist legends, which is One Qi Transforms into Three Purities (一气化三清).
These Three Purities correspond to a person's three souls.
Jiang Wen practiced the Golden Elixir Great Dao (金丹大道) and cultivated the Yellow Court Taoist Classic (黄庭道经). Although he was still in the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation (炼气化神) realm, he already had the appearance of transforming into the Three Purities.
The beings in the bar were happy, but Jiang Wen was without joy or sorrow.
"Master's methods are superb. I'll toast to Master!" The young man laughed loudly.
"Where, where, these are just petty tricks. As long as the young master's money is in place, everything is easy to say." The spell caster said drunkenly and flirted with the two women next to him without restraint.
Jiang Wen felt that he seemed to have seen this kind of scene a lot. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had seen it in books.
The following scene was quite chaotic, and Jiang Wen felt that there was nothing to see. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the Southeast Asian, blowing the ashes transformed from the soul-leading worm into the other party's body.
Then he glanced at the Southeast Asian and drifted away.
The Southeast Asian was doing his business, but suddenly his body stiffened and he stopped moving. The woman he was pressing on pushed him a little dissatisfied when she saw that he was not moving, but she did not expect that the Southeast Asian, like a stiff statue, rolled naked to the ground.
A moment later, screams rang out throughout the private room: "Someone is dead!"
