C7 Underling

The imam shook his head, sighed, and sat down on the sofa without saying a word.

We waited for a long time, but he didn't speak, and neither of us dared to speak first, but the imam just sat there, calm and collected.

In the end, Samit could no longer hold it back and asked the imam what the situation was.

'It's far more difficult than I thought, 'said the imam.' I can't do it.'

After he finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave when he was stopped by Samit. His aunt also quickly persuaded him to stay.

The imam held out his hand and made a gesture of "Five".

Without any hesitation, she nodded and agreed, saying that they would settle the bill together.

I don't know why, but I got angry when I saw this imam. There is an old saying in China that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda, but this old man in front of me took advantage of the situation to extort and extort. I wanted to argue with him, but I restrained myself for the time being.

It was only then that the imam said slowly that this gentleman had been possessed by the demon.

Second Aunt asked him what was a demon head.

The imam was silent for a moment, then held up a finger and gestured in front of her.

Just then, the expression on Second Aunt's face became tense, and she said, Master, I can pay you how much do you want, but please state the price clearly, my husband is at death's door, is this not appropriate?

Seeing this, I also fled. I stood up with a "whoosh" and wanted to scold him, but I didn't know what language I should use to scold him. If it was in Chinese, he wouldn't understand it, but if it was in English, he wouldn't understand it, so I pointed at him, trembling with anger and didn't say anything for a long time.

In the end, Samit seemed to be a little angry, but he endured it and let the imam sit down.

My lungs were about to burst from anger. If you keep your mouth open, you'll end up with money, right?

The imam seemed to feel that he had gone too far, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

After a few seconds, he said that Dongqing had brought the matter on her own, that without the consent of his parents, he had secretly used the baby for cooking oil, that the mother of the child had come to his door, that normally the mother of the child was no threat to him, but that the problem lay with the mother.

Samit asked him, why did he say that?

If you were to forcefully refine the baby's oil, I believe you all have a hundred ways to deal with the baby's revenge. But now, the Yin Spirit of the baby's mother has come knocking on your door, so this matter is going to be difficult. None of you will be able to do anything to the baby's mother.

Samit nodded his head and said that was right, we have been a Holy Infant for so many years, there are many ways to suppress it, but no one will teach us how to treat an adult Yin Spirit, what should we do now?

The imam said that the portrait in the closet was put in by Dong Qing, he wanted to atone for his sins, but this method doesn't work, I have already temporarily sealed the closet, but at most I only have seven days to think of a way, if I don't find a way after seven days, Dong Qing's life will be very difficult to keep, but this method is very difficult for you guys, to get the Yin Spirit to leave, you need a "spirit servant" to lure the Yin Spirit over to him, let me talk to him.

After hearing his words, I immediately said, "You must have a master and disciple by your side, right?" Wouldn't it be fine to just call a random "spirit servant" over?

I just want to help you get the Yin Spirit away. Go find the spirit people yourself, but then again, it's fine if you want me to find the spirit people, but …

He said half of his sentence and did not continue. Instead, he chose to change the topic.

I know, he said, but you have to pay! Perhaps he realized that he went too far, so he didn't continue the topic.

I almost didn't think about it before I said to him, "You don't have to look for someone, I'll be the spirit servant!"

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.