83: Chapter 83 Summoning Souls

Han Jingyang looked up and saw sincerity in Wang Zhiwei's eyes.

He also saw determination in Xu Xin's eyes.

He sighed inwardly.

Forget it, there was no need to bicker with Jingxigui like some petty woman.

Besides, the pay was generous enough.

Thinking of this, he said to Xu Xin, "For both of your sakes, I will make one more trip. However, I cannot guarantee success because my expertise is not in dealing with people. I don't know exactly what happened to him, so I can only say more after seeing him."

Xu Xin nodded heavily: "We are extremely grateful that Mr. Han is willing to make this trip."

Wang Zhiwei added: "I wanted to tell Old Deng to get rid of that Guanyin yesterday, but he was reluctant and wanted to keep it for one more night. Now, look what happened; he's been completely trapped over there."

Han Jingyang packed his gear and said: "Tell me everything he said and did after I left last night. Don't leave out a single detail."

After listening to the accounts from Wang Zhiwei, Xu Xin, and Jingxigui, he almost laughed out loud.

This Deng Xingang actually took his dream seriously.

He even wanted a final farewell.

Heh.

He brought this on himself.

It really is hard to persuade a ghost who is destined to die.

I already told him that thing was very sinister, but he just wouldn't listen and left it sitting there motionless.

Even moving it outside the door would have been fine; just shifting its location wouldn't have led to such a miserable state.

The location of that altar table was also quite coincidental; it happened to be on a Qi hole in the villa. It wouldn't have caused much harm originally, but with the added boost from the Qi hole, that evil energy spread to every corner of the villa.

Truly, one cannot survive the disasters one creates for oneself.

...

Twenty minutes later, Han Jingyang's group arrived at the city hospital.

In the ward, they saw Deng Xingang, who had been full of life just yesterday.

At this moment, Deng Xingang looked as if he were asleep. If not for the messy tubes and instruments on his body, one wouldn't even be able to tell he was a patient.

After the nurse finished checking and left, Liu Jing skillfully locked the ward door.

It was a VIP suite, so it wouldn't disturb other patients or their families.

Han Jingyang carried the compass and circled Deng Xingang once.

He didn't find anything.

The Qi Observation attribute of the compass was ineffective on people.

This was very annoying.

However, he could try other dharma instruments.

Anyway, he had plenty of dharma instruments on hand, although most were low-grade, seventh-rank, without skills, and only added one or two points to their attributes.

These low-grade items were quite useless.

But their advantage was that they had many types of attributes, so he could find whatever he needed.

Some attributes even looked quite bizarre.

He would try them one by one; he would eventually find the right remedy.

Moreover, Deng Xingang's situation was not too rare, and there were many usable attributes; for example, Evil-Warding, Averting Evil, or Mind-Clearing should all count as appropriate treatments.

He would test them slowly.

He couldn't wake the person up all at once.

He had to let these guys see his effort.

Hmm, his expression needed to be even more somber.

Han Jingyang wore a somber expression, holding the compass in his left hand and the sanqing bell in his right, closing his eyes and shaking it gently.

His movements were very soft, and the crisp, pleasant yet monotonous sound of the bell echoed gently in the ward.

No one dared to speak.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

Jingxigui even held its breath and hid far away, afraid of disturbing Han Jingyang's spellcasting.

A full ten minutes passed.

Only then did Han Jingyang open his eyes, exhale a long breath, put down the compass, and switch to the small copper Maitreya Buddha statue he had prepared to sell to Deng Xingang for self-protection the previous night.

He carefully held the fist-sized cast copper Maitreya Buddha statue flat in his hand and slowly moved it over Deng Xingang's head.

He shook the sanqing bell again.

While shaking it, he whispered: "Deng Xingang—"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Deng Xingang's body shook violently.

Wang Zhiwei's face lit up with joy.

Xu Xin's eyes also flickered.

Jingxigui was so excited it almost shouted out loud.

Only Liu Jing felt nothing. She had seen big scenes and knew Han Jingyang's strength, so she didn't believe Han Jingyang's performance at all.

But on the way here, she had roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter and was eager for Han Jingyang to really fleece this Deng Xingang and make this family pay up.

Han Jingyang became more and more energetic, shaking the sanqing bell vigorously, the sound becoming increasingly rapid.

At the same time, the frequency of his calling Deng Xingang's name became denser, and his tone became heavier.

"Deng Xingang—"

"Deng Xingang—"

"Deng Xingang—"

Amidst the rapid calls, Deng Xingang's body shook more and more violently.

The atmosphere became instantly tense.

Except for Liu Jing and Han Jingyang, the remaining three clenched their fists and stared intently at Deng Xingang, cheering him on.

Half a minute later, Deng Xingang suddenly sat up as if he had been fished out of the deep sea, gasping for air, his body soaked in sweat. He looked up blankly, and only after seeing Han Jingyang did he heave a long sigh of relief: "Thank you, Master Han. I almost died over there."

Han Jingyang put away the sanqing bell and the small copper Maitreya Buddha without a word, and said to Wang Zhiwei and Xu Xin: "Let's leave it at that. I'm heading back first; leave the rest to the doctors."

Wang Zhiwei was a bit worried: "Will there be any aftereffects?"

"There certainly will be. His vitality has been damaged and needs to be recuperated slowly. Find a reliable old Chinese medicine doctor."

"Can you recuperate it?"

"My fee standard is very high."

At this moment, Xu Xin coughed and said: "Mr. Han, that little Buddha is..."

Han Jingyang directly refused: "Don't even think about it. This is a dharma instrument; using it is one price, and buying it is another price."

"How much money? Feel free to name your price."

"Eight hundred thousand."

"Does that include the layout?"

"His family doesn't need it; just place it directly on the original altar table."

"Alright," Xu Xin said to Deng Xingang: "Gangzi, I'll make the decision for you and invite this dharma instrument back."

Deng Xingang also came to his senses at this time, feeling a bit ashamed: "Master Han, I..."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "I'm doing this for the sake of Boss Wang and Boss Xu."

After speaking, he handed the copper Maitreya Buddha to Xu Xin: "Boss Xu, I won't disturb you further. People are coming and going in the hospital, it's not a good influence."

Then he left without looking back.

Liu Jing brought up the rear.

After getting in the car, Liu Jing exhaled slowly: "Boss, that man surnamed Xu is an expert."

"How does he compare to you?"

"I'm not sure, I just feel he is very dangerous."

"I could tell too. He's a martial arts practitioner, a real one. He likely practices internal martial arts; his essence, qi, and spirit are very full. It's not the same path as those who practice Sanda, free combat, or boxing. His internal foundation is very strong."

Liu Jing nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, that's exactly the feeling. His body doesn't look extremely strong, but his gaze makes people shudder, like a knife."

Han Jingyang laughed: "Is it not that exaggerated?"

"Boss, you might not have that intuition if you haven't practiced, but that's my intuitive feeling. I was really startled when I first met him."

"How does he compare to Shi Xiaoya?"

"Not on the same level. In my eyes, Shi Xiaoya is no different from an ordinary person. Although she has a strong body and agile moves, she doesn't pose any threat. On the contrary, that Liu San is not bad at all, but he is still not as strong as this Xu Xin. This Xu Xin is the strongest person I have ever seen."

"What about Great Monk Kongyun?"

"The Great Monk? I don't know how to put it. If you don't look closely, you don't even feel his existence. If you look closely, he just looks like an ordinary person."

"What about me?"

"Boss, do you want me to tell you the truth?"

"Of course."

"You can't get angry after I say it."

"I won't."

"And you can't wallow in self-pity."

"Just say it."

"Alright then," Liu Jing said while suppressing a smile: "In my eyes, Boss, you..."