This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 172 Fairy Oil
Dazhu was adamant and insisted on dragging Lin Jue to the fortune teller, asking the fortune teller to perform a ritual to get rid of the bad luck.

Lin Jue also wanted to see who the so-called witch was, so he followed her reluctantly.

The witch's residence is in the center of the village. Although she has a high status in the village, her house is very simple. She lives in the simplest thatched house.

As soon as he approached, Lin Jue saw an old woman sitting outside the thatched hut. She had silver hair and wrinkles on her face. She was sitting on a low stool, folding yellow paper on the ground into the shape of copper coins.

What made Lin Jue curious was that the old woman looked quite old, but her hands were white and smooth. They did not look like the hands of an old person, but more like the hands of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"Did this witch chop off a girl's hand and transplant it onto her own?"

In this strange village, anything can happen.

Dazhu put on a smile, let go of Lin Jue, and walked over: "Grandma Zhu, are you preparing the things for the grand sacrifice?"

The witch looked up when she heard the voice, and after seeing Dazhu, a smile appeared on her old face: "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time. You rarely go to the other side."

"I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to come and see you, mother-in-law." Dazhu was very flattering. At the same time, he turned around and winked at Lin Jue who was standing there, indicating that he should come forward and greet the witch.

Lin Jue was very discerning and stepped forward, taking the witch's hand. "Hello, mother-in-law, my name is Zhao Huayu, and I'm a tourist from outside. I've always heard that you are very powerful. Now I see that you really have an extraordinary temperament."

"By the way, mother-in-law, what brand of hand cream do you use? Your hands are so smooth. I'm going to buy two for my wife when I get home."

Dazhu was startled by Lin Jue's sudden action. He hurriedly pulled him over and whispered through gritted teeth, "Are you crazy? You think you can touch your mother-in-law's hand? If you want to die, don't drag me with you!"

After saying this, he groveled and apologized to the witch: "Mother-in-law, this guy is an outsider and doesn't know the rules."

Speaking of which, this Dazhu is okay in other aspects except that he is a little greedy for money. Anyway, it seems that he is considering Lin Jue's safety now.

The witch's face turned pale and she snorted coldly, "You really don't know the rules. Since you are an outsider and a newcomer, I will forgive you this time."

Dazhu pulled Linjue's arm and said, "Why don't you apologize to your mother-in-law?"

"I'm sorry, mother-in-law. I love my wife dearly. My wife was born in a family that favors boys over girls. When she was little, she did all the dirty and tiring work at home. Her hands started to get frostbite in winter, and now her hands still have traces of her past fatigue."

Lin Jue's eyes reddened as he wiped away tears as he wrote, "She's only thirty, but her hands look like she's in her fifties or sixties. I couldn't bear to see her like this, so I was so emotional just now."

His tone was sincere, his expression was just the right amount of heartache, and coupled with the tears that flowed at the right time, he seemed to have really become a good man who loved his wife.

Hearing his words, the witch's expression finally relaxed a little: "There are not many men like you who care about their wives. In view of your care for your wife, I can also tell you, mother-in-law."

She stroked the back of her hands and said, "My hands are made of the celestial oil bestowed by the gods. If I use enough, rejuvenation is not impossible."

"If you are loyal enough to the gods and prove your worth, they might even grant you the elixir."

"Fairy oil? Can I see it?" Lin Jue's face was full of curiosity. He was not pretending. He really wanted to know what this so-called fairy oil was.

The witch took out a small jar from her bosom, and as the lid was opened, a large amount of black gas rose into the sky.

The jar was half-filled with brownish-yellow oil, and on it were the hideous faces of young girls, struggling and twisting within the ointment. This wasn't some magical oil; it was clearly something made from the simmering work of a young female ghost.

However, the witch seemed to be unable to see those ghost faces, and put the jar away very preciously: "Okay, tell me, what are you doing here?"

Dazhu, who had been left out, finally had a chance to interrupt: "Mother-in-law, he's in contact with the village guards. I brought him here to ward off bad luck. The price is negotiable."

Lin Jue noticed that Dazhu and the witch exchanged glances, and it was obvious that the two guys were planning to join forces to cheat people out of money.

But he didn't care. Even if he was cheated out of a lot of money now, he could just make these guys pay him back double later.

The witch understood and said seriously, "It is indeed a taboo to contact the village guard. He is the embodiment of bad luck and disaster. Even if the village invites the village guard to a wedding or funeral, he will only be seated at a separate table, and any tables, chairs, and benches he touches will be burned."

"If you don't handle it properly, you'll be in trouble in the future, and you might even risk your life."

She spoke seriously, and Lin Jue cooperated with her, showing a horrified expression: "What should I do? Will wearing red underwear help?"

"..." The witch looked at Lin Jue as if he was crazy: "Those are all feudal superstitions."

After she finished speaking, she realized that this statement was a little inappropriate and coughed lightly: "Of course, my place is different. These are all folk techniques passed down by our ancestors, and they all have their roots in history."

"Don't worry, I can help you if you give me money." She held up a finger. "It only costs 10,000 yuan, and I guarantee that all the bad luck will be completely removed."

Lin Jue agreed readily.

"Dazhu, isn't there a happy event tomorrow? Go to the paper-cutting craftsman and see how he's preparing." Before entering the house, the witch gave an instruction to Dazhu who was standing outside the yard.

Is there any happy event tomorrow?

Lin Jue raised his hand when he heard this: "Can I join? I'll give you two hundred."

"No need to bring a gift. Everyone in the village will go, including outsiders like you." The witch pushed him through the door.

The lights were on in the room. It was not big and there were few furniture. Most of the furniture was paper money, incense and candles used for sacrifices, placed on both sides.

The altar is still at the innermost part of the house, but unlike Dazhu's house, there are two paper figures standing on both sides of the altar, in the shape of a boy and a girl.

The corners of the two paper figures' mouths were raised in a strange and lonely manner, as if they were pursing their lips and trying their best to lift the corners of their mouths upwards, and both paper figures had red eyes.

The paper figure has its eyes painted without eyes, and the paper horse stands without its mane raised.

Adding eyes to paper figures is a taboo in paper-making. It is said that if you draw eyes on a paper figure, it will come alive.

Moreover, these two paper figures are indeed not ordinary paper figures. They are covered with black air and are obviously two strange ones.

Lin Jue stared at the two paper figures. The two paper figures' scarlet eyeballs seemed to move and looked at Lin Jue, with the curves of their mouths growing bigger and bigger.

(End of this chapter)