Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Taking blood from the heart is a minor surgery. If it were me, I wouldn't even need surgery. One needle, one drop of blood; three needles, and I could easily extract three drops of blood. But Zhang Piaopiao doesn't trust me!

As for why they could have surgery to draw blood as soon as they arrived at the hospital, it's because they went to a private hospital. If they paid enough, they could do whatever they wanted.

For example, Wang Sanmu performed a life-extending ritual in the gambling king's hospital room, and Long Nier practiced Gu poison in Jiang Lianqian's hospital room.

At 8 p.m., Li Hailun returned with Xie Xiaohu.

"Kobayashi, here you go!"

Upon entering the villa, Li Hailun immediately handed over a sealed vial of blood, saying, "I was afraid it wouldn't be enough, so I took a little extra!"

"That's enough!"

Looking at the blood in the sealed tube, Fatty Lin's fat face twitched twice. He pointed to the yellow cloth spread in front of the altar and said, "Little Tiger, take off your shirt and sit on it!"

"Um!"

Xie Xiaohu wasn't in a very good mood. He responded in a muffled voice, took off his clothes, and sat down cross-legged with his upper body bare.

Fatty Lin glanced at him and began to perform the ritual.

Lin Pangzi was very skilled at this set of procedures: setting up the altar, issuing incantations, and burning the inscription.

Logically speaking, there's no need to go through all this trouble, but Fatty Lin insists on doing it this way. In his words, he wants customers to feel that they're getting more than their money's worth, and also, he wants it to have a high-class feel.

After the entire ritual was completed, looking at the three plumes of smoke rising straight up, even I became solemn, while Fatty Lin was completely absorbed in the moment.

He skillfully poured Zhang Piaopiao's heart's blood into the prepared talisman ink, dipped his brush into the ink, turned around and drew a stroke on Xie Xiaohu's back, chanting: "Blood pact as the guide, curse as the proof, all ties of love severed, no more karmic entanglement..."

After finishing drawing one severing talisman, Fatty Lin turned around, dipped his brush in the ink again, and, with a series of powerful steps, appeared in front of Xie Xiaohu. He drew a stroke on Xie Xiaohu's chest and chanted: "Nine Stars of the Big Dipper, sever and eradicate the root! Blood debts must be repaid in blood, scatter and purify the soul!"

As the word "Qing" fell, Fatty Lin returned to the altar with a series of magical steps. He put down his talisman brush, picked up his magic sword, and flicked it across the altar, just in time to pick up a talisman for exorcising evil and a piece of yellow paper with Xie Xiaohu's birth date written on it. After chanting the incantation, he swept it over the incense, and the talisman and paper suddenly burst into flames.

Fatty Lin sheathed his sword with his right hand, and with his left hand, he made a sword-finger gesture, pointed at the drifting talisman ash, and pulled it down into the bowl of sweet dew.

Mary and Helen Lee were stunned by what they saw.

Lin the Fat ignored them, picked up the bowl of nectar, and went to Xie Xiaohu, shouting, "Open your mouth!"

Xie Xiaohu instinctively opened his mouth, and Fatty Lin pushed the bowl of nectar forward and poured it down his throat.

"Go!"

After pouring the talisman water down, Fatty Lin patted Xie Xiaohu on the head.

Xie Xiaohu vomited a mouthful of filth.

Fatty Lin moved behind him, patted him on the back, and chanted the incantation again: "Heavenly Peng, Heavenly Peng, Nine Yuan Fiend Child... With a single stroke of the divine blade, ten thousand ghosts will crumble. So be it!"

With this slap, Xie Xiaohu vomited several more mouthfuls of filth until all he vomited was sour water, at which point Fatty Lin stopped.

Looking at the vomit, there was tangled hair, blackened pieces of flesh, and vaguely a small piece that looked like a baby's finger.

Upon seeing these things, Xie Xiaohu gagged twice more, but nothing came out; he just dry heaved.

"Ni'er, Five Poison Pills!"

Lin Pangzi ignored Xie Xiaohu and nodded to Long Nier instead.

"Give!"

Long Nier handed over the Five Poison Pill. Lin Pangzi ignored Xie Xiaohu, who was still vomiting, pinched his mouth, and sent the Five Poison Pill into his mouth.

Xie Xiaohu choked and coughed violently twice. Fatty Lin chuckled, pulled Xie Xiaohu up, and said to Li Hailun, "Sister Hailun, give Xiaohu a cup of honey water. He has to swallow it; don't rinse his mouth!"

"Why!"

Li Hailun nodded hurriedly, picked up the honey water she had prepared beforehand, and fed it to Xie Xiaohu.

"Sister Helen, you're lucky to have Ni'er, a master of Gu refining, here. Otherwise, without that Five Poison Pill, Xiao Hu would have had to endure the effects of the curse for at least half a month after it was lifted, and he might even have vomited blood!"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin rolled up a yellow cloth, wrapped up the vomit Xie Xiaohu had vomited, put it into a basin that had been prepared beforehand, and lit it.

After the fire started, the faint cries of a woman and a child could be heard coming from Huangbuli, which startled Li Hailun and Sister Mary again.

"It's alright, it'll be fine after it's burned!"

Fatty Lin waved his hand.

"Xiao Lin, is Xiao Hu alright?" Li Hailun asked, supporting Xie Xiao Hu, who had calmed down.

"It's alright, just go home and rest for a few days. If you're worried, I'll have Crazy write a prescription. Just get the medicine according to the prescription, and after two doses, I guarantee you'll be full of energy!" Fatty Lin said.

Li Hailun immediately looked at me and said, "Thirteen, could you please write a prescription for Xiaohu later?"

"It's nothing, it's no big deal!"

I waved my hand.

Xie Xiaohu didn't say anything, his expression constantly changing, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.

A moment later, the filth and the yellow cloth burned to ashes. Long Nier squatted down, collected the ashes, and poured them into a small bag.

"Ni'er, is there some kind of trick to this?" I asked in a low voice.

"This is ash, it's very rare, and it's a top-quality ingredient for refining poisonous insects!" Long Nier said.

After saying that, she thought for a moment and said, "During the Republic of China era, some people would deliberately collect ash from people to obtain superstitious substances. Once the person died, they would burn the ash to make superstitious substances!"

I didn't say anything. This kind of practice still exists now, and quite often.

Southeast Asia has a black market for materials, where you can find all sorts of things.

From body parts to all sorts of bizarre materials, everything you can think of is inside.

There's a saying that goes something like this: novels need logic, but reality doesn't.

No matter how outrageous you think something is, it can happen in reality, in some places.

"Master Feng, Master Lin, Ms. Long, thank you!"

Xie Xiaohu came to his senses, came over to thank us, and bowed to us.

"Little Tiger, learn from your mistakes. I'll make you a protective talisman later, so you'll be able to sense anything unusual!" Fatty Lin said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master Lin!" Xie Xiaohu bowed again.

It's clear that this incident has been a huge blow to him, even more so than the photo incident.

Li Hailun also came over to express her gratitude.

Speaking of which, Helen Lee can be considered the pioneer of shamanism in the industry. Many people in Hong Kong Island have been introduced to fox spirits and ghost children by her.

As a result, she spent her days hunting geese, only to have one peck at her eye. Her own son was cursed, and she didn't discover it for nearly two years.

I wonder if this is karma, or just retribution.

Half an hour later, Li Hailun left with Xie Xiaohu. After they left, we also went back to the gambling king's place.

The journey back wasn't far, less than half an hour.

Just as the car was about to enter the casino tycoon's villa, a phone call came in.