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Chapter 53 - Indecency

Chapter 0053 Indecency

After the meal, Ms. Bao picked up two plates and walked toward the kitchen. The weather was hot, and she was wearing a camisole and tight shorts. A voice seemed to ring in my ear: "So sexy... touch her butt..." I stood up. Ms. Bao turned to look at me, smiling as she said, "No need, I'll clean up myself." I didn't say anything, but reached out and touched her butt.

Ms. Bao was startled, almost dropping the plates in her hands. She looked at me in surprise. In less than two seconds, Ms. Bao raised her hand and slapped me, knocking my glasses off. I immediately snapped back to consciousness, quickly picked up my glasses, and apologized profusely. Ms. Bao glared at me, angrily asking, "What are you doing?"

I quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was a bit dazed just now, not fully conscious. I'm sorry..."

Ms. Bao glared at me for a long time, then stormed into the kitchen. I awkwardly sat down, pretending to look at my phone. That slap was not light; my face was stinging. Ms. Bao came out, picked up two more plates, and walked back into the kitchen. The voice rang in my ear again: "Follow her, pinch her butt..." An indescribable impulse welled up inside me. I followed her into the kitchen, extended my left hand, and pinched Ms. Bao's butt twice more.

Ms. Bao was even more astonished, probably never expecting me to still dare to grope her after taking a slap. She was furious: "You f*cking pervert!" She immediately started hitting me wildly.

I dodged while explaining: "Sister Bao, I didn't want to touch you. I'm actually not interested in you. I must have been affected by something recently. You have to believe me, I truly didn't do that just now!"

"How dare you deny it? I'll kill you, you rotten pervert! I'm calling my husband to come and break your legs!" Ms. Bao was enraged. I had no choice but to grab her arms tightly, pleading and explaining profusely. Ms. Bao was physically small. She panted heavily: "Let me go, let go..."

I begged: "Then listen to my explanation, and I'll let go."

Ms. Bao: "Stop wasting time, let go of me! You're hurting my arms!"

I had no choice but to release her arms. Ms. Bao immediately launched into a flurry of blows. I fled the kitchen. One was hitting, the other was fleeing, and eventually, I ended up in the bedroom. Ms. Bao's face was flushed with anger. As she hit me, she cursed: "You look like a decent person, but you're actually a pervert!"

I spent a long time explaining again. Ms. Bao stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at me. I was terrified she would call Mr. Bao; if she did, I wouldn't be able to explain myself no matter how hard I tried. Ms. Bao was fuming, saying, "If it weren't for the fact that you might be able to solve our family's problem, I would call the police!" I nodded repeatedly, claiming I had been momentarily confused and begging for her forgiveness.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Uncle Xie: "Brother Tian, I've contacted an Arjan. He specializes in making Spirit-Guiding Talismans (Yin Ling Fu), but the process is quite complicated. The Arjan master has to come to you personally, use the incantations and talismans to draw away the ghosts of that man and woman. After that, he needs to go to Mr. Bao's mother's grave to draw out the malicious energy (Sha Qi) from the old lady's body. After much convincing, the Arjan finally agreed to give a discount. The total fee is 500,000 Thai Baht."

"Why is it so expensive?" I was surprised.

Uncle Xie said helplessly: "It is, indeed. Arjan masters nowadays are reluctant to travel abroad to perform rituals or break curses, so the fees are high."

Ms. Bao chimed in from the side: "How much money?"

I held up one palm to her. Ms. Bao was surprised: "Fifty thousand?" After a moment of hesitation, she quickly said, "If you can solve the problem, fifty thousand yuan it is. But we can only afford this much; we don't have any more."

I was about to say it wasn't fifty thousand Chinese Yuan, but 500,000 Thai Baht, which is equivalent to 100,000 Chinese Yuan. Uncle Xie whispered on the phone: "Brother Tian, considering our previous misunderstanding, I'll teach you a method. Since your client, Ms. Bao, is only willing to pay a maximum of 50,000 Chinese Yuan, I can ask the Arjan if he can just provide the Spirit-Guiding Talismans and incantations. You currently have a Yin constitution; if you can guide the spirits yourself, wouldn't you secure this profit?"

My heart skipped a beat. I instinctively looked at Ms. Bao, whose face was full of anticipation. Uncle Xie said: "You don't need to answer. I've done this many times. Wait for me to ask around and get back to you!" Before I could reply, Uncle Xie hung up the phone. I had to admire him; the old fox was truly shrewd. Just by hearing what Ms. Bao said, he had already devised two plans.

"Is there a solution?" Ms. Bao was impatient.

I smiled and said: "There is a way, but it's a bit expensive. It requires the use of Spirit-Guiding Talismans and incantations. We need to find someone with mediumistic abilities to first send away the ghosts of that man and woman, and then neutralize the malicious energy that is affecting your mother-in-law's body. Otherwise, your husband, your son, and your son's son will all suffer misfortune." Ms. Bao was terrified and urged me to coordinate quickly. She immediately called Mr. Bao to explain the situation and ask him to raise the cash.

After a moment of silence, Ms. Bao sighed: "My husband and I have an arranged marriage. We don't have much affection. He has a bad temper, poor character, and is just like his mother. If it weren't for the fact that he earns money, I would have divorced him long ago. But I can't have an extramarital affair. If he found out, he'd definitely try to kill me, so please don't get any ideas about me."

I cleared my throat awkwardly. I thought it was completely unfair that I was being blamed for this. Fortunately, her husband wasn't home. What would I do if I had an episode while Mr. Bao was present?

In the afternoon, Mr. Bao and his son returned. As soon as he entered the house, he grumbled: "What kind of problem costs 50,000 yuan to solve? That's too greedy! Why don't you just go rob a bank?"

Ms. Bao was angry: "You've consulted so many spiritual consultants and fortune tellers. Who solved anything for you? If 50,000 yuan can settle this, it's a good deal. Otherwise, how can we live in this house? We can't sell it, and no one is buying. We don't want to stay home all day. Do you want to sleep on the street?" Mr. Bao looked unconvinced but didn't say anything, going straight into the bedroom. I could tell he wasn't strongly opposing the idea; he was just so used to getting bargains that taking out 50,000 yuan felt worse than cutting off a kidney.

During dinner, Uncle Xie sent a text message, informing me that the Arjan master agreed to provide only the Spirit-Guiding Talismans and incantations for a fee of 100,000 Thai Baht, and work would commence upon payment. It seemed the Arjan had also learned to be greedy. Normally, the talisman and incantation set wouldn't cost more than 50,000 Thai Baht, even from a famous Arjan. But now the price had doubled. I didn't know if the Arjan was taking advantage because he knew we planned to guide the spirits ourselves and felt entitled to a cut, or if Uncle Xie's markup was included. Either way, if it worked out, this job would yield a profit of 30,000 Chinese Yuan, which was quite good.

For the first time, I realized that the spirit's influence on me could also be beneficial. In the bedroom, I whispered to Uncle Xie about how to perform the spirit-guiding process. Uncle Xie said: "It's very simple, Brother Tian. You have a Yin constitution now, don't you? First, you need to find a tattoo artist and get the incantations tattooed on your back. Then, you wear the Spirit-Guiding Talisman on your body. When you chant the incantations, you will temporarily become the Spirit Guide (Yin Hun Ren). The nearby spirits will come over and tell you their requests, and you just lead them to their destination."

I immediately objected: "To earn a few tens of thousands of yuan, I have to get a tattoo? That's too great a price! My mother hates tattoos and would definitely kill me with her scolding!"

"Oh, it's nothing! Haven't you seen many people travel to Thailand and pay a high price just to get the Five Line Tattoo (Wutiao Jing) from an Arjan? It will also bless you with safety and wealth later. This is a good thing!" Uncle Xie tried to persuade me.

Hearing him say that, I felt much better. I explained the situation to Ms. Bao and asked her to pay a 20,000 Chinese Yuan deposit first. She immediately agreed to pay, but Mr. Bao suspected I was a fraud. I had no choice but to send Uncle Xie's China Bank account number in Bangkok, Thailand, to Ms. Bao and ask her to make the transfer. From now on, I would remain within the Bao family's sight until the matter was resolved. Mr. Bao reluctantly agreed and let Ms. Bao make the remittance. After the payment was made, Uncle Xie sent me a text message, telling me to just wait for the delivery of the items.

And so, I stayed at Ms. Bao's house for seven or eight days. To prevent myself from acting inappropriately toward Ms. Bao again, I locked myself in the bedroom whenever Mr. Bao was home. I would only come out to eat after the family of three had finished their meals. Mr. Bao didn't understand why and often mocked me for being arrogant. Ms. Bao knew the reason but couldn't say anything.

That day, Mr. Bao went out to play mahjong and didn't return until very late. Yangyang had gone to sleep long ago. I was watching TV in the living room. Ms. Bao couldn't sleep either, so she came to the living room to drink water and sat down on the sofa. After a brief chat, under the light of the TV, I saw Ms. Bao wearing silk pajamas. Although she was quite thin, her figure was still prominent where it mattered. I thought, thankfully I didn't have an episode this time; it seems the spirit's influence isn't severe.

Just as I thought this, I heard a voice say to me: "Her husband is not home... hurry up..." My head throbbed, my breathing quickened, and I turned and pulled Ms. Bao into my arms.

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