I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

Lynn certainly didn't think he would get anything in return for saving the other person's life.

After all, this is a ruthless person who kills without blinking an eye, and even cuts off the head of his closest henchman, making it into candied apples to hang on trees as a form of intimidation and revenge.

In my past life, when I was at Tokyo University, I watched countless American TV series and learned a lot about related topics.

These drug traffickers are all inhuman lunatics, you never know what they'll do next—a word, a glance, a gesture…

If you upset them, they might be laughing and joking with you one second, and the next they'll pull out a gun and blow your head off.

For example, right now, his subordinate betrayed him and was immediately executed by him with a scorpion. One ear screamed and struggled, but in a very short time, it foamed at the mouth and its eyes rolled back. Then it was dragged away by his men, its fate unknown.

Therefore, only by continuing to prove that they still have greater value can they keep this brutal boss, known as the Scorpion, in check.

"Oh, what did you just say? You said you're a witch doctor?"

The ferocious expression on Karibu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of surprise.

He took a half step back, carefully observing Lynn's expression. His knuckles unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the sofa, and his brows furrowed slightly. Lately, he had been plagued by inexplicable heat and palpitations. He had consulted a private doctor, but the cause could not be found. As a devout follower of Voodoo, he had long suspected that he had been tainted by evil poison.

"You say you're a witch doctor, but which religion? Christianity, shamanism, voodoo, or one of those Eastern religions like Buddhism or Taoism? I know they all have traditions of witch doctors."

He reached out his hand to the side, and immediately a henchman handed him a trimmed and lit cigar.

Then, out of nowhere, the drug lord crossed his legs and sat back down. His henchman immediately and shrewdly placed the chair under his boss's buttocks, catching it securely.

Lynn's heart skipped a beat, and Carib's information flashed across the system panel in an instant.

[Karib, leader of the Carlos gang, a devout follower of Voodoo, has recently been invaded by a chronic evil poison, accompanied by physical exhaustion and mental confusion. He is extremely afraid of the backlash from the Voodoo poison, and worships Danbala and Baron Samadi, regarding the Loa Oracle as the code of life and death.]

This is his chance. Rather than finding the traitor, curing the evil poison is the key to controlling this ruthless man.

"It's... Voodoo."

Lynn hesitated for a moment, deliberately lowering his voice, and made a timid yet determined expression before uttering the name of the religion.

"Oh? Voodoo? Hah, you white kid, you believe in voodoo? Which Loa do you follow? Danbala? Old Man Regba? Or Ogon? Or Elzuli?"

His dark eyes were fixed on Lynn's eyes, cigar smoke rings swirling between them, trying to figure out if the kid was just bluffing or truly believed in the religion he revered.

"I have faith in Dambala, the god of wisdom, life and water, and Baron Samadi, the god of death and the lord of the underworld."

Lynn looked up to meet his gaze, speaking slowly and deliberately. In the past few days, in order to make up a reasonable explanation for his profession as a sorcerer, he had memorized the duties of the Voodoo Cult's chief god by heart: Danbala was in charge of purifying life, and Samadi was in charge of suppressing evil in the underworld. One saved and the other suppressed, which perfectly fit the reason for curing evil poison.

"Hmm? You worship both the god of life and the god of death? You..."

Kalibu's laughter stopped abruptly, the cigar between his fingers hovering in mid-air. Seeing that he could casually name the two main gods and accurately point out their jurisdictions, he was beginning to believe that this white-haired boy was indeed a follower of Voodoo.

It is truly incomprehensible that someone would simultaneously believe in two completely opposite, even conflicting, Loas. This implies that the person before him not only knows how to save lives, but also how to cast spells and dispel evil.

"So you're saying you're a witch doctor, capable of both healing and killing, and even able to counteract the backlash from the evil poison cast by the Loas, which is why you simultaneously worship both of these Loas who govern life and death, is that right?"

Caribou's voice deepened, and his scrutiny in his eyes turned more urgent. He subconsciously pressed his chest, where a familiar dull pain had just returned.

"Yes, Mr. Caribou."

Lynn nodded, paused deliberately, glanced at his subconscious movement out of the corner of her eye, and added a sentence.

"Danbala's pure water can cleanse evil poisons, and Samadi's dark power can suppress poisonous spirits. Only by combining the two can the most severe backlash from evil poisons be neutralized."

These words were exactly what Carib wanted to hear. He sat up abruptly, the sinister, fake smile on his face vanishing completely, replaced by obvious urgency, and even the way he looked at Lynn softened slightly.

"Alright, I'll let you try it and see if you can really cure the evil poison."

I've been feeling haunted by evil spirits lately, and I'm experiencing palpitations, restlessness, and mental confusion.

If you can find the cause, or even cure this evil poison, the Carlos Gang will not treat you unfairly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved. Francisco immediately stepped forward and stared intently at Lynn, as if he were supervising him or on guard.

The other gang members present also gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity and suspicion.

They all knew their leader wasn't in a good mood lately, but no one dared to say anything. Now that a white witch doctor had suddenly appeared, they wanted to see what he was capable of.

"Sir, I need some tools. I need to create an array so that I can use Danbala's divine power to uncover the root of the evil poison and resolve the backlash."

Lynn Fee's elaborate scheme was not merely to please Caribou; he wanted to use this opportunity to solidify his identity as a witch doctor and make Caribou dependent on him, so that he could escape unscathed from this den of wolves.

What tools do you need?

Caribou's voice carried a barely perceptible urgency. He had lost his previous arrogance and instead sounded like a long-term patient seeking medical advice.

"I want those sugar-coated apples hanging outside, five thick white candles—Danbala loves white, so five are needed to welcome the gods, a complete white cowhide, an unopened bottle of tequila, and a bowl of spring water."

Lynn spoke slowly, and the props he mentioned not only reflected the intricacies of Voodoo rituals but also concealed his own purpose: the white candles and white cowhide matched the pure white symbolism of Danbala, while the clear spring water was the key to curing the poison.

As for icing apples...

To get your hands on it, you need some planning involved.

"Get it for him."

Without a second thought, Karibu waved his hand, instructing his subordinates to follow orders.

At this moment, he had already lost all patience due to the torment of the evil poison, and he was willing to try even if there was only a sliver of hope.

10 minutes later.

On the large lawn outside the villa.

The underlings had already used the lawnmower to draw a circle with a diameter of 10 meters according to Lynn's request. The center of the circle was drawn with the serpentine rune of Danbala—a voodoo symbol that Lynn had hastily dug out from his memory. They also drew an inscribed pentagram inside the circle, as Danbala is associated with the number five, which fits perfectly.

Each vertex of the five-pointed star was adorned with a sugared apple, and a thick white candle was lit atop them. A snow-white leather sheet lay in the center, while spring water and tequila were held in Lynn's hands.

As Lynn had instructed, Caribou sat in the center of the cowhide, his face showing a mixture of anxiety and piety, his fingers unconsciously twirling the voodoo pendant on his chest.

Francisco and his henchmen stood outside the circle, watching Lynn intently, ready to shoot him if he did anything wrong.

Lynn walked to the center of the formation, first picked up the spring water, raised his hand and sprinkled it into the air, chanting incantations in a low but rhythmic voice:

"The waters of Danbala cleanse the world of evil; the darkness of Samadi suppresses all poisons and malevolent forces..."

His words were a mix of common Voodoo prayers and a few phrases in Sichuan dialect, which the surrounding gangsters couldn't understand at all, only finding them mysterious and unpredictable.

The initial contemptuous and distrustful look in their eyes gradually turned serious.

Then Lynn picked up the tequila, unscrewed the cork, took a big gulp, held it in his mouth, and first sprayed it onto Caribou's chest.

The liquor spilled onto Caribou's suit, leaving a damp patch. He then walked around the five-pointed star again, sprinkling liquor onto the candles as he went. His prayers grew faster and faster, and his hands and feet made strange movements, sometimes raising his hands to the sky, sometimes bending down to touch the ground, looking exactly like someone possessed by a Loa.

After pretending to be mysterious for about two minutes, Lynn suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and placed his hands on Caribou's shoulders.

While seemingly casting a spell, he was actually secretly using the system to scan Caribou's body again.

[This poor undead elite was completely unaware that his close associates had hidden poison in his favorite cigars, allowing the slow-acting toxins of datura and pufferfish to seep into his meridians and bone marrow over time.]

Lynn was shocked. Good heavens, this was no ordinary poison; it was clearly poisoned by someone close to him!

He slowly opened his eyes, his face showing a hint of solemnity, and withdrew his hand from Caribou's shoulder.

At this moment, Karib was still experiencing a tightness and pain in his chest, and his face was contorted with pain, as if he was in great agony.

"How is it? Did Danbala give any divine instructions?"

Caribou spoke urgently, his voice trembling slightly.

Lynn did not answer immediately, but instead raised his hand and waved, signaling his underling to light the white candle at the top of the five-pointed star.

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. If you cure his poison too easily, it will only make you, the "witch doctor," seem dispensable.

The flickering firelight illuminated his face, making him appear even more mysterious.

He walked to the candied apple, ran his hand over its surface, and then spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity:

"Danbala has manifested himself, Mr. Karibu. You have not been afflicted by some unknown evil spirit, but have been deliberately poisoned!"

This person secretly added a mixture of datura and pufferfish poison to his cigars, taking small amounts daily, which gradually accumulated!

These words caused an uproar in the audience!

Caribou's face turned ashen instantly, and he clenched his fists tightly!

His knuckles turned white as he first looked down at the half-smoked cigar in the crystal ashtray held by his henchman, then scanned his surroundings with murderous intent in his eyes!

"Who did it? Did Danbala give any instructions? Who did it?"

Lynn looked at his furious appearance and sneered inwardly, but his face remained solemn.

He raised his finger and pointed to the flames of the five-pointed star, and slowly said:

"The clean water of Danbala has washed away some of the toxins, giving you temporary relief from your pain, but the root cause has not been removed, so the backlash will not stop."

To completely resolve this, we must find the person who poisoned the formation and use their blood to appease Danbala's rage!

Otherwise, within five days, the poison will take hold of you, your soul will be taken by Baron Samadi, and you will be condemned to eternal damnation.

He paused, glanced at his underlings with varying expressions, and deliberately lowered his voice:

"Moreover, the person who poisoned you is right next to you, someone you trust implicitly."

Carib's eyes instantly turned sinister as he swept his gaze over Francisco beside him, then over the other henchmen, each of whom wore a look of panic.

Only one person's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his fingers clutching something in his pocket, looking flustered.

Lynn saw this and understood, and immediately used the system to open the box for that person.

Moreno, a trusted subordinate of Caribou, harbors resentment because Caribou has taken away his territory. He takes advantage of Caribou's trust to poison Caribou with a cigar in an attempt to replace him.