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Fangzheng Street in Guanghai City is a small street located in the old town area. It is neither big nor long, but it has its own unique charm. Both sides of this small street sell items related to Buddhism, such as Buddha statues and incense, which attracts many believers who come here to shop.
The afternoon sun is still bright, but thanks to the decades-old trees lining Fangzheng Street, it feels refreshingly cool. Underneath some of the large trees, people have set up chessboards and are engaged in intense matches, while onlookers offer advice, completely ignoring the notion that a true gentleman observes chess in silence.
A Land Rover pulls into the street and stops at the corner. A young man steps out of the vehicle; it is the Ancient Sorcerer.
"This is quite a nice place; I might come here often in the future."
The Ancient Sorcerer walks into a shop labeled "Heshantang" and surveys the items on the shelves, finding them filled with Buddha statues, incense candles, and various other goods.
"Sir, what can I help you with?"
Liu Zhi sees the Ancient Sorcerer enter and quickly approaches him.
"I need a Wood Seal engraved with the character 'Zhen,' a small gourd, and two Amber Beads. Do you have them?"
Previously, the Ancient Sorcerer had treated Peng Tian's illness. Afterward, there was still 3 million unpaid, and this morning Peng Tian arrogantly called to say he wouldn't pay at all. So he decided to come to Fangzheng Street to pick up some items to show Peng Tian what he was capable of—let him know what the Horse King’s three eyes really mean.
"Of course we have those; please wait a moment."
These items are quite common. Liu Zhi searches through the shelves for a while before retrieving what the Ancient Sorcerer requested.
"The Wood Seal is made from high-quality boxwood, the gourd is from years ago, and the Amber Beads are freshly stocked. Please take a look."
The Ancient Sorcerer picks up a fist-sized gourd and examines it. He finds its shape well-proportioned and its color even; it is indeed good quality. As for the Wood Seal and Amber Beads, he doesn’t bother to inspect them further.
"Alright, I'll take these. How much do they cost?"
"That will be 300 in total."
Liu Zhi quickly packed up the items and then took out a business card, saying, "This is my phone number. If you need anything next time, just give me a call, and I'll have it ready for you to pick up."
The Wood Seal, gourd, and Amber Beads are all items used for warding off evil. Generally, people tend to buy processed ones, such as gourds tied with red strings. However, the young man in front of him was purchasing semi-finished products, so Liu Zhi speculated that he might be a feng shui master or something similar. Leaving his business card could potentially lead to a collaborative opportunity.
Looking at Liu Zhi, the Ancient Sorcerer smiled. He knew that Liu Zhi must have misunderstood him as a feng shui master and certainly did not expect him to be a shaman. Moreover, buying these items was not for exorcising evil but rather for "harming others."
"Alright, if I need anything next time, I'll definitely give you a call."
After spending an afternoon at Fangzheng Street with the Ancient Sorcerer, discussing Wood Seals, gourds, and Amber Beads, he also bought black silk thread, Iron Needles, Five-Colored Silk, Five-Color Velvet, Red String, a stack of Yellow Paper, and finally a brush and Cinnabar.
After dinner, the Ancient Sorcerer casually found a hotel and booked a room. First, he turned off his phone and then sat down at the table.
"Want to avoid paying? Hmph!"
The Ancient Sorcerer sneered and began to prepare. He first strung four iron nails together with the black silk thread.
"Snap."
With a flash of cold light from the small knife in his hand, the Ancient Sorcerer cut open the gourd's mouth and stuffed the Amber Beads inside. He tied the Red String around the gourd's waist and finally wrapped the entire gourd with Five-Color Velvet.
Under the white light, the rough surface of the Yellow Paper even showed obvious grains. The Ancient Sorcerer held scissors in one hand and picked up a piece of Yellow Paper to cut it. Soon, eight "little figures" slowly lined up on the table.
After dripping water on the Cinnabar, it gradually dissolved, presenting a vibrant red under the bright light, resembling dark red blood.
He pressed down with the brush, fully dipping it in ink before painting on the flattened Yellow Paper:
Thunder, wind, fire, mountains and forests... Kill!
The final stroke was like a knife, filled with killing intent.
Putting down the brush, the Ancient Sorcerer let out a long breath. The preparation work was complete; all that was left was to wait for the talisman paper to dry before proceeding to the next step.
Standing up, the Ancient Sorcerer poured himself a glass of water. Preparing these items, especially the last drawn talisman, required intense concentration and consumed a lot of energy, so he needed to replenish his fluids.
Half an hour later, the talisman paper drawn by Cinnabar had dried completely.
The Ancient Sorcerer carefully placed the gourd on the talisman paper and then lit it with a lighter.
"Whoosh."
A piece of talisman paper was only the size of a palm, but when it caught fire, it seemed as if it had been doused in gasoline; the flames almost "licked" the ceiling!
Slowly, blue flames began to spout from the mouth of the gourd. The Amber Beads that had been placed inside floated up, rolling slowly and gradually turning bright red.
The Ancient Sorcerer's face was expressionless, tightly drawn in seriousness as he gently pinched each Paper Man and placed them into the fire.
The Paper Men, which should have been burned, were clearly unharmed, "floating" above the flames and swaying gently as if they were alive.
"Whoosh~"
The Ancient Sorcerer let out a long breath. This was the most crucial part of the entire process; if any Paper Man turned to ash at this moment, it would be a failure.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he took a strand of hair from a nearby plastic bag and slowly placed it into the fire.
As soon as the hair approached the flames, it immediately turned to ash, causing the jumping Paper Men to undergo a transformation:
First, it slowly approached, then "merged" into one, and finally began to form eyes, nose, mouth, and other facial features... If Peng Tian were here, he would surely be terrified out of his wits, as it was exactly his likeness.
"It worked!"
The Ancient Sorcerer thought to himself. This strand of hair belonged to Peng Tian; it had been pulled out during a previous treatment, and now it was coming in handy.
Hair contains a person's essence and spirit, making it a crucial part of sorcery—through hair, one can identify the target of the spell.
He picked up the black thread strung with four Iron Needles and raised his hand, striking it toward the little figure in the flames!
"Ah!"
The little figure in the flames shuddered as if experiencing immense pain, letting out a cry of agony.
Again and again, after striking five times, the Ancient Sorcerer finally stopped.
This was a type of curse within sorcery. Although it was different from the more commonly known practice of binding Paper Men, the principle was the same and even more advanced. The Ancient Sorcerer knew that Peng Tian, who was hiding somewhere in Guanghai City at that moment, must also be screaming in pain!
"Want to challenge me? Hmph! Tomorrow you will come crying to beg me!"
The Ancient Sorcerer sneered. Someone like Peng Tian, who was so fickle, thought he could escape his grasp. This time he decided to thoroughly torment Peng Tian until he wished for death!
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