Chapter 10: Cleveland's Curse (1)

  Such an arrangement is reasonable, so although everyone was worried in their hearts, they had to follow it, after all, people need rest.

  Chen Long waited until everyone else had gone back to their rooms to sleep, then he moved a chair to the doorway and sat down, jokingly saying to Jiang Feng in the corridor: "How is it? Are you tired?"

  Jiang Feng glanced around the room, seeing that Master Jiang was still unconscious. However, his ferocious expression was truly frightening: "I'm telling you, Ah Long, you're really ruthless! The way you beat him up is not something an ordinary person can handle. It seems he's entered a deep coma... Ah, being unconscious is better than suffering." As Jiang Feng spoke, his voice gradually lowered, and he couldn't help but let out a yawn.

  "Heh heh, don't fall asleep! If I were the killer, you'd be in trouble if you fell asleep!" Chen Long intentionally scared him a bit and threw his personal blanket at him. "If you trust me, you can sleep well, but of course, be prepared to not wake up again, haha!"

  Jiang Feng shook himself, came back to his senses and glared at him again. He threw away the cigarette butt, muttered to himself as he covered himself with a blanket: "I'm going to sleep! If you're really the killer, then it's my bad luck. Dammit, after all these years of being in society, what haven't I seen? I've been through thick and thin with my brothers, we've even killed people and set fires before, but this thing today is really a bit too much to swallow."

  Before long, he fell asleep. Chen Long couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. From the first glance, Chen felt that this guy had a bit of bad luck and was absolutely not a good person. However, Chen didn't mind because he thought that although he himself was a very pure and kind-hearted person, if you got to the bottom of it, he wasn't considered a good person either. So Chen still wanted to be friends with Jiang Feng, even though most of the time Jiang would put on an act in his daily life, hiding the crazy and violent side of his personality. But what's wrong with that? Aren't people all like this?

  Just now, Jiang Feng said he had killed people and set fires, but Chen Long didn't go to refute him. It's based on a kind of trust in treating friends, even if it's half true and half false, or even bragging, you have to stick your neck out and listen, right? That's what friends are! Just like now, Jiang Feng puts his life in Chen Long's hands, having known each other for only a few days, yet having such trust, and still in such a dangerous place, it's not something ordinary people can do.

  Thinking of Jiang Feng seeing Zhou Shifu's pale face, and seeing Jiang Shifu's silly and stunned appearance, Chen Long thought of stepping on him a few times. There aren't many people who can act so realistically nowadays. If it weren't for Chen Long having an unusual ability, he really wouldn't be able to tell.

  He stood up, walked to the front of Jiang Shifu, and Chen Long carefully checked it. He didn't find any evil spirit. So it should be poison, but not a deadly one. It should be a kind of neurotoxin that makes people feel severe pain all over their body. Chen Long touched his nose, smiled with satisfaction, and thought to himself: "The knowledge I gained from reading books for several months as a university student is really useful." However, when it came to subjects like English and advanced math, he was at a loss - just like a yellow mouse trying to catch a duck.

  He cut a small wound on Jiang Shifu's finger with the dagger, while paying attention to the surroundings at all times. If someone saw it, it would be hard to explain.

  He smeared some blood on his palm, Chen Long muttered incantations. In fact, it didn't matter if he didn't mutter incantations, but muttering could concentrate his mind and make the effect of the incantation better, so people who usually used powerful magic would always chant loudly.

  Some people think it's stupid, if you chant spells during a fight and the opponent hears them, won't they easily dodge? Okay! This is actually like blowing a bugle when going into battle, to boost one's own morale. Although the opponent also knows you're about to charge over, what can they do about it?

  After finishing the incantation, Chen Long slapped his bloody hand and took out a talisman paper with his left hand to press on his right hand. Strangely, the bloodstains that were almost dry had all seeped into the talisman paper, and there was no trace of them on the palm of Chen Long's right hand.

  Chen Long used the method of talisman, he folded this talisman into a bagua shape, then used the tape to stick it well, tore open Master Jiang's clothes, and put the talisman in Master Jiang's inner pocket.

  After doing all this, Chen Long finally let out a sigh of relief. The usage of talismans is generally known to everyone, divided into transformation method, wearing method, pasting method, eating method, boiling method, rubbing method and washing method. However, for those without spiritual power, even if they know it, it's not much use. Now Chen Long used the wearing method of talisman curse, which was used for surveillance, he wanted to see who was pretending to be a ghost.

  After doing all this, he slowly sat back in his seat and pretended to fall asleep.

  Time passed bit by bit, and soon three hours had passed. Chen Long looked at his watch and saw that it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. He stretched his waist and pushed Jiang Feng, who was still asleep.

  A room door opened and Yuan Hua walked out of it. Chen Long turned around to look, Yuan Hua smiled: "If you're tired, you can also go to sleep."

  Jiang Feng rubbed his eyes and squinted at him: "Forget it, let's wait a bit longer! Mr. Cai Guozhong will be out soon too?"

  Just then, a door on the other side also opened, and Cai Guozhong walked out quietly, with a large coat still draped over his back.

  Chen Long pulled Jiang Feng to face the two of them and gave a greeting, then went into his room alone. Jiang Feng followed behind him, looking at him somewhat strangely, before pushing open his own door and going in.

  He closed the door, Jiang Feng loosened his palm, and saw a piece of paper lying in his hand. He opened it to take a look, Jiang Feng revealed a wry smile, then took out a lighter and ignited the paper.

  Chen Long sat at the head of the bed with his clothes on, his energy sinking into his dantian, slowly releasing his consciousness and merging it with the entire stone house.

  Chen Long, although a ghost, was an ambitious and idealistic one. The passage of a thousand years had taught him countless ways of the Tao. As a ghost and a Daoist, he was forever a source of pain in the hearts of all ghosts, no matter how powerful their resentment might be. For they would ultimately be eradicated, for they sought to harm humans, which the Daoists would never permit.

  Chen Long was very low-key, having been a ghost for thousands of years yet still hiding in the ancient tomb, which showed his firm determination. During this time, there were some grave robbers and people with powerful Taoist magic who entered the ancient tomb, but they were all killed by him. For a promise, he had killed many people, but he did not regret it. After all, if you want to rob a tomb, you should be prepared to die, shouldn't you? Otherwise, what's the point of robbing a tomb?

  He absorbed a lot of Taoist spiritual energy and learned their Taoist skills, but Chen Long remained low-key, never going out to do evil. He had the ability to cause trouble in one place, and could increase his cultivation through some secret methods, but he never harmed many people.

  One reason is that he believes in the cycle of heaven, and that what goes around comes around; secondly, as you know, he has always thought of himself as a very pure and kind ghost, a 21st-century new-type ghost with ideals, morals, and a sense of responsibility. He would absolutely never do something like killing people indiscriminately, and would even stop other ghosts from doing so - isn't that accumulating virtue? He often thinks this way, but doesn't know if accumulating virtue works for ghosts or not.

  "At least it's useless against the old cow's nose!" He thought resentfully, "Old cow's nose, although I'm a very kind ghost, but I'll seal your ability and throw you into a group of old ladies, let them take care of you!"

  The idea was a bit evil, Chen Long recited a clearing mantra, said an "Amitabha Buddha", and concentrated his mind, quietly waiting for what was about to happen.