Chapter 366 I Write the Second Half for You
After dropping Kaitlyn off at the hotel where the film crew was staying, James drove back to his villa.
The Bugatti Veyron that Ollie had gifted him was still parked at the Lucky Hotel, so James was temporarily driving the BMW that the staff used for grocery runs.
The car's performance was decent, but as he passed through the wetlands park, he nearly hit someone.
At the intersection ahead, a man stumbled and fell right in front of his car. James got out to check and found a one-armed man lying on the ground.
He approached and turned the man over, exclaiming in surprise, "Clifford?"
The bloodied man before him was Clifford, whom James had dealt with just yesterday.
But Clifford had been taken to the hospital by the Rivera Group's bodyguards for treatment. How could he be severely injured and lying here? Moreover, his face was darkened, as if poisoned.
Though James couldn't figure it out, he still lifted Clifford into the car and drove him back to Leo Villa for treatment.
James placed Clifford in a guest room, fetched hot water to clean him up, and discovered that besides the wounds left by Mrs. Rivera, there were dozens of scratch marks on his body.
These scratches weren't inflicted by someone else; Clifford had made them himself.
Then, James noticed the most severe wound on Clifford's chest, where something seemed to be moving under the skin, causing the unconscious Clifford even more pain.
James checked his pulse and his face changed dramatically—It was Gu Sorcery!
Without wasting any time, James took out silver needles and quickly began treating Clifford.
Fifteen minutes later, as James inserted the last needle, Clifford's body trembled. He involuntarily arched his chest and then vomited a large basin of black blood.
Simultaneously, a fiery red insect shot up, aiming straight for James's throat.
James was prepared. He swiftly stabbed the insect with a silver needle, pinning it to the table.
Just as he was about to examine it, the damaged insect burst into flames. The fire was not only blinding but incredibly intense.
It burned the insect to ashes, reduced the silver needle to a pile of debris, and even scorched a hole in the glass coffee table.
It felt like molten steel had pierced through.
"Damn it!"
James cursed under his breath, thankful he hadn't tried to grab it with his fingers, or he might have lost a couple.
He frowned slightly, wondering who hated Clifford so much to use such a vicious method.
Clifford was resilient. Not long after James neutralized the poison, he woke up, instinctively reaching for his chest.
James held him down, "Don't move. The Sorcerous Poison has been neutralized. You're not in any immediate danger, but the wounds haven't been treated yet."
"Sorcerous Poison neutralized?" Clifford was initially stunned to see James, but then he was overjoyed. He closed his eyes to check himself and then exclaimed excitedly, "It's really gone, it's really gone!"
The despair in Clifford's eyes was replaced with light. Only those who had endured such torment could appreciate the value of normalcy now.
James didn't say much, just picked up the silver needles and anti-inflammatory medicine to treat him, ensuring his external wounds wouldn't worsen.
"Mr. Hayes, how did you get these injuries?" James asked curiously while treating him, "Who poisoned you?"
In this world, although poison hadn't disappeared, it was rarely used unless there was deep-seated hatred. Using poison meant a life-or-death struggle and could easily attract condemnation from all sides.
Clifford waved his hand repeatedly. "Just call me Clifford. I don't deserve to be called a Mr. by you."
Though he wasn't highly skilled, he had a sense of shame and knew the vast difference between himself and James, making him uncomfortable with the title.
James smiled, "Alright, Clifford, who came after you with such a vendetta?"
"I travel around to make money, adapt to circumstances, and keep the peace. I don't have any mortal enemies."
"I was walking around the hospital while recovering when I saw a mentally challenged man, about the age of a teenager, playing with a group of kids undergoing physical therapy."
"Tired from playing, he started eating bugs from the grass and feeding spiders to the other kids."
"I couldn't hold back and stopped him, but he charged at me."
"I dodged him a few times, but he wouldn't relent and tried to feed me bugs too. So I slapped him."
"He cried on the spot, and then an old woman in black appeared."
At the mention of the woman in black, Clifford shuddered, his face showing fear, clearly terrified of her.
"When I saw her, I knew she wasn't ordinary."
"I immediately abandoned my wheelchair and ran out of the hospital. I thought I was safe, but then my body suddenly hurt."
"My stomach churned violently."
"I knew I was poisoned and that the hospital couldn't save me, so I tried to find a secluded place to treat myself."
"But before I could hide in the wetlands park, the Gu Sorcery ravaged my body, leaving me too weak to even commit suicide."
Clifford recounted his ordeal, his face still showing lingering fear.
"A mentally challenged man? A woman in black?" James frowned slightly, feeling that this combination seemed familiar.
"That woman in black, once you see her, you'll never forget."
Clifford described the woman to James, "She felt like a zombie, yes, a zombie."
"Though she was alive and acted like a normal person, she had no trace of vitality." Clifford's eyelids twitched. "More eerie than the zombies on TV."
"Zombie?" James's eyes narrowed slightly, then he murmured, "Could it be Molly?"
But wasn't she supposed to return to Glowing Oasis for revenge on the eighteenth?
"Alright, I understand. Rest well." James collected his thoughts and spoke to Clifford, "Recover before you go out again."
As James turned to leave, Clifford rolled off the bed and knelt before him. "James, thank you for saving my life twice."
"I hope you'll give me a chance to stay by your side and work for you."
Clifford bowed his head. "I'll go through fire and water, no matter the cost."
"You don't have to work for me." James shook his head gently. "You have talent, but you're impatient, which has hindered your progress."
"If you seriously focus for three to five years, you'll definitely shine and carve out your own path."
He offered Clifford some advice, "So you don't need to follow me."
"I want to improve and make a name for myself, but my master only left me half of the 'Suppressing Demons Technique.'"
Clifford pulled out half a booklet from his pocket and handed it to James:
"I want to focus and learn, but I can't. I can't abandon all my skills and start over with another technique."
"Other techniques can't compare to half of the 'Suppressing Demons Technique.'"
His lack of skill was partly due to his impatience, but also because his late master had only left him half of the technique, which determined Clifford's skill ceiling.
"Suppressing Demons Technique?"
James was slightly surprised, flipping through it. It was similar to the 'Transmigratory Suppressing Demons' method.
He casually said, "Simple, I'll write the second half for you."
Clifford's body shook, and he fainted.
James kept his word, writing the second half of the Suppressing Demons Technique in half an hour and handing it to the unconscious Clifford.
Then James went back to his room to shower and sleep.
The next morning, when James opened his door, he saw Clifford kneeling upright.
"Greetings, teacher!"
Seeing James, Clifford immediately prostrated himself on the ground.
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