The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 486 Death Game Part 20 ()

Zhang Chunfa did not sleep that night. In order not to disturb his family, he went outside and smoked in the middle of the night.

It was not for any other reason, but because whenever he closed his eyes at night, he would see that strange casino, which was full of monsters that looked just like the ghost-mouthed tattoo on his back. Only after dawn did he lean back in his chair and get a good night's sleep.

After he felt better, he immediately came to the office, intending to call the police to task.

After knocking on the door, Qian Xiaoyi came to open it. The student assistant was not there. Before Zhang Chunfa could speak, he heard Qian Xiaoyi smilingly ask, "Isn't this Brother Zhang? Why are you here again? Did you sleep well last night?"

It would be fine if this matter was not mentioned, but as soon as Zhang Chunfa was mentioned, he got angry: I treat you as a brother, and you treat me as Qi Tou, right?

"Do I look like I slept well?" Zhang Chunfa pointed at his face.

Qian Xiaoyi said: "You are wearing glasses, I can't see clearly."

Zhang Chun was stunned for a moment, then took off his sunglasses, allowing Qian Xiaoyi to see the bloodshot in one of his eyes.

Qian Xiaoyi looked incredulous and asked, "You didn't sleep well last night? Did you have a nightmare again? This shouldn't be the case. Please come in. Can you tell me about your situation in detail? Are you unable to sleep or..."

Seeing that Qian Xiaoyi seemed to be unaware of the situation, Zhang Chunfa had to control his temper and tell Qian Xiaoyi what he had dreamed of last night.

"I lit your incense last night, and as soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed that I turned into that thing." Zhang Chunfa sat on the sofa and said, "I have never been like this before this period of time. It's always..."

"You dreamed of the same scene all the time?" Qian Xiaoyi said what he didn't want to hear the most: "Boss, you've only had the same dream for 20 years, isn't that the weirdest thing? And you have that dirty tattoo on your back? Have you ever thought that the tattoo is your problem?"

Zhang Chunfa said irritably, "I don't care. Now I just want to have a good sleep at night. Just let me be the same as before."

Qian Xiaoyi sighed and said, "Boss, regarding the monster behind you, I asked others yesterday and found out something interesting, it's called the Golden God Game Hall. Have you heard of it?"

"Golden God..." This word seemed to have triggered some of Zhang Chunfa's memories. The scene of the magnificent casino kept appearing in front of his eyes. Even in the previous moment, he saw his body turning into the appearance of that monster, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to normal.

Seeing Zhang Chunfa remained silent, Qian Xiaoyi said, "Although I don't know who asked you to get that tattoo, I can tell that person has bad intentions.
Although that person used some kind of magic to make you immune to the tattoo, the harm still exists. Your previous state is like covering your ears and stealing the bell, which is simply deceiving yourself. Once the problem breaks out in the future, you will not even notice it, and you will be attacked by the monster. Don’t you realize what I said?"

Of course Zhang Chunfa had noticed it, but he was like an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and not wanting to think about it. Only when the problem finally appeared did he panic. He frowned and thought for a long time before asking, "What should we do now?"

Qian Xiaoyi asked tentatively: "Maybe removing the tattoo is a good option? I heard that the technology is very mature now, using lasers and the like..."

"Wait, you can see that the tattoo is so large and deep, it can't be cleaned up by surgery. Besides, I'm very afraid of pain. Besides, if I'm an ethnic minority and don't have a tattoo, people will look down on me." Zhang Chunfa refused for various reasons, but Qian Xiaoyi always felt that there must be another reason.

Then Zhang Chunfa asked, "Is there any other way?" Qian Xiaoyi said, "If the evil spirit came from something outside of your body, it would be easy to deal with, but your tattoo... To be honest, this thing has coexisted with you for many years and has long been integrated with your body. It is not that easy to eliminate the influence... How many years has this tattoo been there?"

Zhang Chunfa said: "About ten years ago."

"I won't ask you who asked you to get the tattoo or why, since you won't tell me anyway." Qian Xiaoyi said, "First, I need to make it clear to Brother Zhang that your condition last night wasn't caused by my incense. It was because you had a disaster recently that caused you to have such bad luck. It was only because of that nightmare that you were confused and didn't realize it until the disaster was imminent."

Zhang Chunfa asked: "You said it once, then what?"

Qian Xiaoyi said, "Then someone is using magic to use your body through tattoos to do some despicable things, and you will bear most of the cost of this magic, and all the karma will be gathered on you, while the person who used you will not suffer any harm. Now it is finally going to explode. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Karma..." Zhang Chunfa sighed and said, "I understand. So how should we solve it? Should we hold a ritual?"

"It's not that easy." Qian Xiaoyi's expression was very serious: "First, we need to understand your current situation. Do you have time today? Maybe we can follow the things you saw in your dream and find out what they are using you for. Only after we figure this out, I will know how to help you solve this problem, but you can't escape from now on, okay?"

"Oh... my mind is a little confused. I'll go back and think about it first." Zhang Chunfa hesitated and left the office in a daze.

It was not until the evening that he came back here again.

"I want to try." Zhang Chunfa said in a low voice: "After returning... I saw my wife and children. It's okay for a scoundrel like me to die, but they can't be harmed."

Qian Xiaoyi nodded: "Okay, I'll set up the venue first. No matter what happens to you later, don't panic."

After Zhang Chunfa agreed, Qian Xiaoyi began to make arrangements on the ground. He first spread a piece of yellow cloth on the ground, and then wrote and drew on it with cinnabar. Soon, a wonderful formation took shape.

After the paint had dried, he asked Zhang Chunfa to sit cross-legged in the middle and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body and several scars. Although he was over 40 years old, Zhang Chunfa did not have a potbelly like most middle-aged people. It was obvious that he had a good exercise habit.

Finally, Qian Xiaoyi used a brush dipped in cinnabar to draw a few red talismans on his body, surrounding the ghost behind him, as if to suppress it.

"It's done." Qian Xiaoyi wiped the sweat off his head, picked up the copper bell, and said, "Are you ready? Remember, don't panic. What you will see later is your current situation."

Zhang Chunfa said: "I'm ready."

Qian Xiaoyi nodded, and just like yesterday, he lit the candle next to him, turned off the lights, drew the blinds, then muttered a spell and paced around Zhang Chunfa in a rhythmic manner, starting the ceremony that was interrupted yesterday because of Zhang Chunfa's panic.

(End of this chapter)