"How much? 5,000 yuan? Are you robbing me?!" The man pointed to the door. "Get out before I beat you!"
I shrugged. "It's a fair deal. Also, brother—those who sleep with others' wives will have their wives and daughters defiled. I'm done here."
"Wait!" He grabbed my arm. "What do you mean? Explain!"
"Da Jun, stop," Madam Dong said.
I sneered at them. "Aren't you more than just siblings?"
Their faces paled. The man blocked the door, apologizing profusely. Now seeing me as all - knowing, Madam Dong said, "Master, I'll pay. What should I do?"
The man did a 180 - degree turn. "My mistake—don't be angry, Master."
Here to make money, I relented. "You need a 3 - year - old black - shelled soft - shell turtle, eels, (virgin boy's urine), clothes worn by an 81 - year - old before death, and skull ashes. I have the rest."
"Ashes? We can't steal from a funeral home!" the man said.
"Pay me 2,000 yuan to get them." He wanted to raid a funeral home, but Madam Dong found it inauspicious, giving me 2,500 yuan and promising the rest when her husband was released.
Taking the money, I went to Wenguan Tun Crematorium. Grandpa worked there as a feng shui master, so I knew the staff. I posed as a worker, collected ashes from an oven, and got the old clothes from burned items. Why 81? Men fear the number 9—9x9=81 is a critical age; items from those who died at 81 are highly spiritual, balancing yin and yang.
After two days gathering materials, I prepared the Dragon Spirit Yin Turtle 阵列 (array). This yin array was (overbearing) but risky—their case needed drastic measures.
At midnight, I lit red candles at the Five Ghosts Position, found the Death Position with my compass, fed the turtle (bone ash - mixed meat). An hour later, I drained its blood, painted a feng shui square with a brush, and lit three incense sticks.
Madam Dong shivered. "Master, is this safe?"
"Wait outside. I'll call you when done." My first yin array—killing the turtle gave me a warm rush, but making the cloth doll from the old clothes chilled me. Placing the doll before the array, I felt cold breath on my neck.
After killing the eels, I soaked the turtle in their blood. The room temperature plummeted. Though windows were shut, the calendar fluttered wildly.
Clasping my hands before the doll: "I'm a feng shui master. I know wandering spirits suffer from yang fire. I summon you with this Dragon Turtle array—accumulate merit and return to reincarnation."
All candles snuffed out. The doll stood and (sinisterly) crawled into the blood basin. I burned the blood - stained cloth—it ignited like tinder. The turtle shell turned pitch - black, smooth as glass. A voice whispered: "Remember your words. I'll help him, and he'll help me."