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After finishing dinner, on the way back to Master Xiao's temporary residence, we passed by the Wig Factory. Suddenly, I thought of something and quickly tapped Master Xiao, who was riding ahead on his motorcycle. He stopped the bike and turned to look at me in confusion. I said, "Let's go take a look and confirm things. I want to get a better understanding so we can come up with a more effective plan tomorrow."
He replied, "Sure, wait for me a moment. I'll go grab some tools." I stopped him, explaining that we were just going to check things out and didn't need any tools.
At that time, it was already past midnight, right in the middle of Yin Qi, and the moon hung high in the sky, making it a perfect time to attract Spirit Gods. He got up to fetch his Cosmic Bag and rummaged through it for a while before looking at me nervously and saying, "It's gone."
I was a bit confused by his words. I walked over and also searched through his bag, but indeed found no hair. I said, "Think again. Did you forget where you put it? That Female Spirit God wouldn't be able to take anything from your Cosmic Bag, no matter how resentful she is."
After saying that, I looked around the room's corners and confirmed that there was no hair there. He hurriedly began searching through his wardrobe and drawers.
Just as he crouched down to check under the bed, I noticed that his pants pockets were bulging. He was wearing loose-fitting shorts with two large pockets on each side. When he crouched down, the pressure caused a strand of hair to peek out from his pocket, which caught my eye. I said, "It's in your pants pocket, Mighty Bull."
He reached in and pulled out a foot-long bundle of hair tied with a rubber band. He slapped his forehead and said, "I remembered it wrong; I didn't put it in the Cosmic Bag." I was speechless and didn't know how to respond to him. No wonder that Female Spirit God kept following him; he had been carrying her hair around everywhere without realizing it.
He handed me the hair, and I took out my compass to check for any supernatural reactions. After confirming that there was still a trace of spiritual energy in the hair, I said, "Tomorrow night, we'll deal with the owner of this hair first." Upon hearing this, he asked, "Are you planning to use this hair to call out its owner and then eliminate them?" I didn't like his choice of words regarding 'eliminate,' so I replied, "Well, let's see if we can send them away first. This Spirit God hasn't acted against you yet; she probably hasn't turned into a vengeful spirit but just wants her hair back. So there's no need to eliminate her; I think we can send her away."
He nodded and said, "You're good at Call of Souls; I'll leave this to you. But wait a minute—if you can do this, can't we use the same method for other Spirit Gods one by one? That way we won't have to rush into the warehouse and fight those three others."
I replied, "You don't know which strands of hair contain souls inside; we can't just pull out all the hair. If we test them one by one, it'll take ages—there are at least eight hundred strands in there! So ultimately we'll still have to go in two against three."
He conceded, "True; I was thinking too simply. But it's all hair inside there! You know I usually burn talismans during my rituals—there's so much hair that it could easily cause a fire! What if we end up getting burned instead of being attacked by them?"
I couldn't help but say, "Seriously? Are you an idiot? Your talismans are powerful, but you have other methods too! How can a little alcohol make you forget everything?"
He complained, saying, "Alright, alright, you're clever. Tomorrow night, I'll follow your lead. If you say to go east, I won't go west. That's fine; I could use a break."
I replied, "Sure, when the time comes, I'll take eighty and you can have twenty. You said you'd listen to me, hahaha." He felt a tightness in his chest, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and said leisurely, "As long as you can deliver."
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