C7 (2/2)

My aunt quickly took my hand and advised me not to be impulsive.

I said very firmly, Aunt, I have decided to be the spirit of this man, don't worry, I am strong, it is just that last time I was at the Yin Spirit, no matter if it was a success or a failure, I will not die, it is decided, Aunt, translate it for him!

My aunt had no choice but to convey my words to the imam, who then gave me a thumbs-up and said, ”Then it's settled. Don't worry, with me around, I promise you that you'll be fine.”

I said, if anything happens to me, you won't get a penny.

After the imam finished listening, his face alternated between green and white.

I called Samit to the side and asked him, was this person reliable? Could he be a swindler?

Samit was at a loss. What was a swindler?

Then I realized that he was an Indian, how could he possibly know what a charlatan was, so I changed my word and asked him if he was a psychic.

Samit said that he would not, he treated money as his life, but he did have some ability, he would not take someone else's life as a joke, you can rest assured on that.

With Samit's words, I became a lot more at ease. Although I also suspected that he and the imam were in cahoots to extort my sister-in-law, with his friendship with the Second Uncle, there wouldn't be much of a problem. I thought that things that could be solved with money were not really a problem.

The imam looked at the Second Uncle in the iron cage and told us that Dong Qing would not wake up for the time being. Don't let him suffer here, but get him on the bed first.

After he finished speaking, Samit, Aunt and I opened the cage and untied the ropes Second Uncle was wearing and carried him back onto the bed.

The imam said that he wanted me to go back with him and prepare some things for him. My aunt would stay at home and watch over the Second Uncle.

The imam brought Samit and I out of the house and into a place similar to a church. However, it was much smaller than a church and the furnishings inside were much simpler as well.

In front of the door, he asked Samit and I to take off our shoes and come before a statue of a god. He first clasped his hands together and bowed, and then he took out a white handkerchief and flicked it across every part of my body. Samit explained to me that this was called ”cleansing” and removing the bad luck on his body to avoid offending the gods.

The imam said that before I could become a spirit, I needed to go through some rituals to obtain the blessing of the gods. Only then would he be able to assist the gods in protecting me.

I agreed, but in my heart I thought, hmph, if it was in our Great Heaven Dynasty's ten years of cultural struggle, it wouldn't even be enough for you to die ten times.

Then, barefoot, I kowtowed and kowtowed, put my hands together over my head, turned my face, over my chest, then knelt, fell, stretched my arms, kowtowed, and stood up again in a continuous cycle.

After Samit's translation, the imam asked me to kowtow while reading some random things. I had no idea what it meant, so I could only read it.

After that, the imam was busy and alone. After everything was over, he instructed me to not turn around and look back no matter what happened to my soul!

I asked him, what if I was controlled by someone else?

He said that he wouldn't, that the Yin Spirit could only climb onto your body and not control you. Your consciousness is still clear, just remember what I said.

I nodded in agreement. After drinking some water and preparing to leave, Samit's phone rang.

He frowned, said a few words into the phone, then hung up.

I asked him what was wrong, and he said, We have to act as soon as possible. Your Second Uncle is awake, and you have already broken free from the rope.