"A 'descending head' curse?" Zhou Dechu asked, suddenly anxious. "Mr. Qin, what exactly does that mean?"
"You should know about the custom in Southeast Asia of raising 'little ghosts,' right?" As he spoke, Qin Lin gave Tang Kexin a subtle glance.
"Yes, I know a little about that," Zhou Dechu immediately nodded. "I've heard people there believe in all sorts of supernatural things. Supposedly, raising one of those spirits can boost your financial fortune or smooth your path as an official, improving your luck to a certain extent. A friend I used to know was fond of raising one."
"While it does have the effect of enhancing one's luck, it can just as easily be used to harm people," Qin Lin said. "When I say your daughter has a 'descending head' curse, it's a simple way of saying she's been possessed by a foul spirit. And that spirit was deliberately placed on her by someone."
"That—!" Zhou Dechu's fists clenched. "That bastard!"
