Chapter 85: (Second Update) Hex 5
After Luo Shannü forcefully pulled out Li Jiming’s head, she tossed it onto the ground. The head rolled across the floor like a ball, coming to a stop right at Qiu Lingling’s feet. Its face landed pointing upward, its wide, furious eyes locking directly with hers.
Qiu Lingling was instantly reminded of the scene in the midnight bathroom, where Yun Shu’s head had rolled across the floor in the exact same way.
As the memory flashed through her mind, the face of Li Jiming on the ground slowly morphed into Yun Shu’s face.
The manager backed away in terror, pressing herself against the wall. Pointing a trembling finger at the severed head on the floor, her teeth chattered as she asked, “What on earth is going on?”
Luo Shannü ignored her entirely. She grabbed Li Jiming’s body, spread her fingers, and viciously plunged her hand into his chest. After rooting around for a moment, she pulled out a beating heart. In front of everyone, she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole.
Scarlet blood stained her pitch-black lips as she swallowed it down without even chewing. After the heart was extracted, both the severed head on the floor and the headless body vanished into thin air, as if Li Jiming had never entered the ward to begin with.
Dense, golden Sanskrit characters flashed through her eyes before returning to normal, and she spat a stone into her palm.
“Here.” Luo Shannü pushed the stone toward Jiang Si. “This is her soul.”
“…”
Seeing the faint gleam of moisture on it, Jiang Si really didn’t want to touch it.
Noticing a box of tissues nearby, he quickly pulled out over a dozen sheets, layering them over his hand before taking the stone. He didn’t forget to offer an explanation for the gory scene that had just unfolded: “That man wasn’t human. It was Yun Shu being controlled by a Head-Flying Hex. The real Li Jiming should still be somewhere nearby.”
The assistant finally came to his senses. He scrambled up from the floor in a panic. “The bathroom! Brother Li went to the bathroom earlier!”
Jiang Si didn’t pay him any mind; recalling Yun Shu’s soul was the top priority. But returning a soul abducted by an evil deity to its body wasn’t something that could be done so easily.
Placing the tissue-wrapped stone on the edge of the table, Jiang Si unhurriedly pulled out a book and began to read.
Tong Yong truly felt what it meant for the emperor to not be anxious while the eunuch worried to death. He asked frantically, “At a time like this, what are you doing reading a book?!”
Without even lifting his head, Jiang Si replied directly, “I’m learning how to perform a soul summoning on the spot.”
“With so little time, can you really learn it?” Tong Yong expressed his severe doubts.
“I’ll give it a try.”
The manager waited anxiously for him to finish. Less than a few minutes later, after skimming the pages rapidly, Jiang Si closed the book with full confidence. “I’m ready.”
“That fast!” Tong Yong was shocked.
Jiang Si: “It wasn’t that difficult to begin with.”
He turned to the manager with instructions: “I need you to find a piece of paper, write Yun Shu’s name and birth characters (Bazi) on it, and take it to the local City God Temple to burn. Let me know the moment it’s done, and I will summon her soul here.”
The manager agreed and hurried out of the ward to carry out his orders.
As soon as the ward fell silent, the commotion outside became glaringly obvious. Amidst the shouts of nurses and others, Jiang Si stepped to the door to check. It was the assistant who had run out earlier, along with some nurses, loading an unconscious man onto a stretcher.
As the group rushed past Jiang Si, he noticed the man’s face was extremely gaunt. His cheekbones protruded sharply, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was a sallow, withered yellow, making him look as though he were suffering from a terminal illness.
“Isn’t that Li Jiming?” Since Li Jiming was an actor under his direction, Tong Yong was naturally concerned. He grabbed Jiang Si’s arm and asked anxiously, “Did he get hit by that hex thing too?”
“No. He just had too much of his essence drained, so his body is weak.” Jiang Si reassured him. “Don’t worry, he won’t die.”
Tong Yong let out a sigh of relief, but then his face crumpled in misery. There were only two main actors in his movie.
And now, both of them were in the hospital. He really wondered if his luck had run out. Thankfully, the film’s screenings had already finished, so they didn’t need to do any promotions. Otherwise, this would have been a massive headache.
“These Buddha heads are shattered.” Luo Shannü, completely uninterested in the events outside, was inspecting the bracelet bead by bead. The moment the wooden carved heads touched her hands, they cracked apart like firecrackers, snapping with loud pops and fracturing into countless splintered pieces.
“What happens when they shatter?” Tong Yong asked curiously. He wanted to step closer to take a look, but intimidated by her earlier feat of ripping off a man’s head and eating a raw heart, he didn’t dare approach.
“Once the Buddha head is shattered, the spell on it is automatically broken.”
“Does that mean the Head-Flying Hex has been resolved?”
“You could say that.”
Jiang Si hadn’t expected his words to be spoken too soon. He received a call from the manager and began preparing for the soul summoning. He asked a nurse for a couple of sheets of blank paper and hand-folded them into Qilins, placing one on the left and one on the right of Yun Shu.
“Qilins to suppress the soul.”
As he spoke, he dipped his fingers into a disposable paper cup half-filled with water and swiped a wet streak across Yun Shu’s eyes.
“Eyes bright and clear.”
His wet finger then tapped her forehead. “Spirit entering the altar.”
Finally, he flicked the remaining water drops from his hand onto her face, murmuring in a low voice: “Soul, return.”
Yun Shu’s tightly shut eyelids began to twitch violently. Under the anxious gazes of Tong Yong and Qiu Lingling, she struggled for several seconds before finally opening her eyes. Her moist, curved eyes held a look of profound confusion, as if she didn’t understand what was happening.
But a moment later, her dark pupils split into two, glowing with a red hue as they locked onto Jiang Si, who was looking down at her.
In the instant their eyes met, Jiang Si lost focus for a fraction of a second. From the wall behind him, a semi-transparent head shot out, hurtling toward him at terrifying speed. Just as it was about to phase through his body, Luo Shannü flipped over and grabbed it.
The intense wave of coldness snapped Jiang Si back to reality. He grabbed the cup of water and splashed it directly into the face of the head.
Washed by the water, the head revealed its true form. It was a withered, emaciated old man’s head. Not only did it have two deeply sunken eyes staring wide open, but there was also a third eye on its forehead.
Jiang Si examined it for a moment and realized it wasn’t a third eye at all, but rather the shape of an eye brutally carved into the flesh with a knife.
Luo Shannü shook off the water droplets that had splashed onto her hand in disgust. “Hand me some tissues.”
After wiping her hands clean, she held up the head and said to Jiang Si, “This time is a different price. I want to buy a LV bag.”
“Deal.” Jiang Si agreed without a second thought.
Satisfied, Luo Shannü turned her attention to the head. Knowing perfectly well who was footing the bill, she raised an eyebrow at Yun Shu and asked, “Big star, what do you want to do?”
“Option one: we stop here. Option two: we eradicate the root of the problem. Pick one.”
Yun Shu weakly propped herself up on her elbows. She stared hauntingly at the head in Luo Shannü’s hand. After her severe illness, her bloodless face held a fragile vulnerability, lacking her usual dazzling radiance but taking on a sickly, delicate beauty.
Her lack of vitality kept her emotions unusually steady, and she showed little fear when looking at the severed head. Parting her dry lips, she said, “The second one.”
“Sure thing. Just as I thought.” Luo Shannü blinked at her. “Watch closely and see how I avenge you.”
Thousands of miles away, inside an inconspicuous temple hidden in the mountains, a stone-carved three-eyed Buddha statue suddenly cracked. A long fissure split the statue right down the middle, bisecting its entire head.
Two streams of black smoke shot out from the statue’s lifeless eyes, scattering and fleeing into the air.
Back in the hospital ward, Luo Shannü tossed the head into the air. She brought her palms together, her hands rapidly shifting through various seals. Her eyes turned completely golden as she stared at the head—a gold so rich it looked like newly smelted liquid metal.
She chanted unintelligible Sanskrit words. Suddenly, the piercing cry of a bird echoed from the heavens. The resonant sound made everyone who heard it feel light as a feather, as if floating in the clouds.
“Break!” she commanded sharply.
Luo Shannü forcibly tore open the void, pulling a mass of black shadow out of thin air. The shadow thrashed and darted around, desperately trying to escape her grip, but its efforts were entirely futile.
She squeezed the shadow tighter and tighter until it shrank to the size of a palm-sized figurine.
“You ignored the grace of your worshippers and used evil sorcery to harm the living. You are condemned to Avici Hell, never to be reincarnated.”
Her words were the law. As the final syllable fell, the black shadow was brutally torn into countless fragments, dissipating into nothingness.
After a long silence, Tong Yong finally asked, “T-That’s it?”
“Yeah.” Luo Shannü gave him a playful look. “What, were you hoping for an encore?”
“No, no, that’s quite alright.” Tong Yong shuddered, waving his hands frantically.
She turned proudly to look at Yun Shu, only to see Jiang Si lightly checking Yun Shu’s pulse to assess her condition.
“Your spirit has returned to its proper place, and the hex on you has been broken,” Jiang Si said calmly. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” Still weak, Yun Shu managed a polite, eye-crinkling smile, expressing her gratitude to Luo Shannü as well.
“Don’t go wandering into random temples to burn incense from now on. Some temples aren’t meant for you. Consider this a lesson learned, and make sure you remember it.”
“I will,” Yun Shu nodded in agreement.
Luo Shannü had unknowingly become mesmerized by her smile. Without thinking, she stepped up to the bed, squeezed Jiang Si out of the way, and reached out to pinch Yun Shu’s chin, tilting it up slightly. With her other hand, she traced Yun Shu’s face, running her fingers from her lower eyelid all the way to her ear, looking increasingly infatuated.
Her gaze was so bizarre that Yun Shu stiffened, completely bewildered. “What are you doing?”
Jiang Si knew exactly what she was thinking the moment he saw her expression—she definitely had her eye on Yun Shu’s skin and wanted it for herself.
“You’re so pretty,” Luo Shannü murmured, obsessively caressing the skin under her palm.
“Th-thank you?” Yun Shu felt her skin crawl under the intense stare.
“Can I kiss you?” In her mind, Luo Shannü flashed through multiple ways to peel off the skin without damaging it, but she knew she could only dream. Bound by the laws of heaven, she couldn’t actually go through with it, so she regretfully settled for a tiny request.
Yun Shu: “!!!”
“Fine, then at least let me hug you,” Luo Shannü sighed.
Yun Shu was used to hugging her fans, so this was nothing new. She was about to open her arms for a hug when Luo Shannü suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
Watching from a distance, Jiang Si clicked his tongue mentally. Rakshasas really were the biggest looks-obsessed creatures out there.
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Since Yun Shu couldn’t leave her bed yet, the manager personally drove Jiang Si and Luo Shannü to the airport. She pulled a bank card from her bag and solemnly handed it to Jiang Si. “Mr. Jiang, this contains the payment for you and Miss Luo. Please don’t refuse. It’s a small token of gratitude from Yun Shu and me for rushing here to save her.”
Jiang Si accepted it with a smile, replying politely, “Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It was the right thing to do.”
The manager smiled back, waved goodbye to the two of them, and drove away.
Less than half a minute after Jiang Si took the card, Luo Shannü snatched it right out of his hand. She gave him a sidelong, half-smiling glance. “Oh? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda? Since when did you convert to Buddhism?”
“Nonsense, I am a staunch materialist. I don’t follow any religion,” Jiang Si declared with booming confidence.
“Hmph. Come on, let’s go. I saw a designer boutique over there. We’re buying the bags right now so we can carry them on the way back.”
The two of them took the card into the store to pay, only to discover it contained a staggering 3 million yuan.
Luo Shannü muttered quietly, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen so much money.”
“Me too,” Jiang Si agreed, utterly unashamed. “My life savings aren’t even a third of this.”
“Then I want two bags.”
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After their flight landed, Jiang Si pulled out his phone to order a car home. But from a distance, he spotted someone waving at him. Recognizing the person, a smile spread across his face, and he quickened his pace.
After sharing a hug with Hai Di, Jiang Si asked in surprise, “Why did you come to pick me up?”
“I wanted to see you sooner.” Hai Di glanced at Jiang Si’s empty hands. “You left so suddenly this time, I didn’t even have time to prepare.”
“It was an emergency.” Before Jiang Si could finish, a female voice abruptly interjected from behind him. “Is this your partner?”
“And who might this be?” Hai Di hadn’t expected Jiang Si to come back from his trip with a new friend. From the looks of it, the two had traveled to Sijiucheng together.
Luo Shannü, a lollipop in her mouth and a designer bag in each hand, sized Hai Di up with interest. “Your partner looks pretty decent.”
Jiang Si ignored her comment. “This is Luo Shannü, a member of the Celestial Masters Association.”
Sure enough, the name took Hai Di off guard for a second, but he quickly recovered. “Ah, so you’re Rakshasa Girl (Luocha Nü).”
“Oh my, you’ve heard of me.” Luo Shannü deliberately put on a cutesy, high-pitched voice, smiling at Jiang Si. “Thank you so much for the bags you bought me. Let’s hang out again next time.”
Jiang Si met Hai Di’s dark, sinking gaze and thought: “…”
No, she was absolutely doing this on purpose.
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