Chapter 78 Emotionally Collapse
The person in the portrait was very young.
A woman with an oval face, delicate features, and her long hair tied up high. However, her gaze was fierce, staring out from the portrait in a way that made one feel very uncomfortable.
"Witchcraft charm? Altar cloth? Shoes? Portrait?" David nearly fell to the ground. "How could there be such things?"
He couldn't believe that so many items had gotten caught under his new car without him noticing.
James turned to David and asked, "Has anything come to mind, David?"
Scott's voice deepened. "David, it seems someone is out to get you. It's probably that bastard who wants revenge."
David was about to nod but suddenly remembered something, "Could it be from that time I crossed paths with the hearse?"
James looked at David and asked, "David, what have you remembered?"
David replied, "Last month, I was in a hurry to get to the airport and encountered a funeral procession on the road."
David's expression grew serious. "Because it was a small road, one side had to stop to let the other pass. I was in a rush to catch a flight to Washington, so I floored the gas pedal to get ahead and ended up bumping into the funeral procession. A few people fell over because of it. I was in such a hurry to get to the airport that I didn't stop, but I did throw $3,000 out the car window."
He glanced at the portrait. "The deceased wouldn't haunt me just because of that, would they?"
"Did your car merely graze it? It appears you're not telling us the whole story, David," James said.
Hearing David's nonchalant recounting, James looked at him skeptically and said, "The witchcraft talismans and altar cloth falling off indicate you scared them; otherwise, they wouldn't have been scattered on the ground, let alone caught by your car. The shoes and the portrait further suggest that even the coffin was disturbed. Otherwise, the deceased's shoes wouldn't have fallen off, and the portrait wouldn't be torn."
A hint of mockery played at the corner of his mouth. "David, if you're not honest now, I can't help you."
"James, I was wrong." David took a deep breath. "I was driving very fast at the time. Although I didn't injure anyone, I did cause the procession to fall into disarray. I owe them an apology."
"That's more like it." James looked at the witchcraft talismans and the portrait on the ground and said, "The deceased are to be respected. When encountering a funeral procession on the road, if you're going in the same direction, you should take a detour. If they're coming towards you, you must yield. But you crashed into the funeral procession, causing such a fright that the coffin even fell over. You didn't apologize or offer any comfort afterward, so it's no wonder they're full of resentment."
James pointed out his recklessness. "Yesterday was probably the anniversary of her death, which is why your family faced such danger."
Scott found it unbelievable but didn't know how to refute it, so he could only watch quietly.
David grabbed James's hand. "I was wrong, James. What should I do to resolve this now? Not drive that car?"
He asked again, "Or should I burn more offerings for this woman?"
"The negative energy has already spread to you. Whether you drive that car or not, it won't dissipate; it will only continue to gather." James could feel the anger in the witchcraft charm. "It will continue to affect your family and friends. To resolve it, you must dispel that resentment."
James took five drops of David's fresh blood and sprinkled them on the witchcraft charm, altar cloth, red shoes, and portrait.
James said, "Use a lighter to burn them."
David quickly took out a lighter and lit it.
But to David's shock, the flames turned a ghostly green, and the witchcraft charm in his hand wouldn't burn no matter what.
David was bewildered. "James, what does this mean?"
Scott frowned slightly. He didn't believe in such things and took out his lighter to try. To his surprise, there wasn't even a flame.
David broke out in a cold sweat.
"Miss, he knows he was wrong." James gently stroked the photo with his finger. "Please don't hold it against him."
Then, he had Daniel bring a silver needle and continuously pricked David with it.
After nine needles, the negative energy in his body became weak.
After finishing the needling, James tilted his head slightly. "Try lighting it again."
David lit the fire once more.
This time, the flames were normal, and the items quickly began to burn.
Wisps of blue smoke rose, but instead of dispersing, they continuously drifted towards David.
The black aura on his face immediately twisted, writhing like a venomous snake.
Before long, most of the black aura had dissipated, leaving only his legs still entwined.
Scott looked at the scene in disbelief. If he hadn't experienced the lighter not igniting firsthand, he would have thought James was performing magic.
As the black aura burned away, David immediately felt a lightness throughout his body, and his spirits lifted.
David asked, "James, is it resolved?"
James shook his head. "Destroying these objects only got rid of ninety percent of the negative energy. To fully eradicate it, you must find that family and bow to them nine times. Plus, you need to assist in bettering their living conditions."
James removed the silver needles from David's body. "With sincerity, I believe they will forgive you."
"Understood, understood, I will apologize and make amends." David nodded repeatedly, the physical relief quickly translating to mental ease.
He looked at James, his expression and gaze complex.
In just one night, his opinion of this young man had completely changed.
Yesterday, he had thought James was a fraud, but now, David no longer held that view.
Without James's help, he could have died.
This was truly a remarkable person.
His political savvy told him he must win James over.
Moreover, he felt obliged to repay the debt of saving his life.
"Alright, the matter is resolved," James said, pointing at the Audi. The car will be fine now, Mr. David; you can drive it without worry."
David waved his hands repeatedly. "I dare not drive this car anymore. By the way, you don't have a car yet, do you?"
James responded honestly, "Not at the moment."
Samuel's Mercedes was still manageable.
"If you don't mind, James, you can have this car." David pressed the keys into James's hand. "You're a capable person. Only you can handle it."
James was taken aback. "Is this OK?"
The car was new, with a license plate that could access numerous important places. It was worth tens of thousands of dollars.
"Don't worry." David laughed heartily. "Besides, if you don't take it, I won't dare to drive it, and it would just become a burden. Think of it as doing me a favor."
He gave James a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Go ahead, take it."
James didn't hesitate any longer. "Since you insist, David, I'll accept it."
Compared to David's life, an Audi was nothing. After some casual conversation, David left JZL Medical Hall with his people.
Scott deliberately lagged, watching James with a smile as he was leaving. "Mr. Williams, your methods today were extraordinary, but unfortunately, I don't believe them. You might have fooled David, but you can't fool me. I can tell you definitely played some tricks. However, since David trusts you so much and you don't seem to harbor any ill intentions for the time being, I won't make a fuss. Just a reminder, don't harm David or take advantage of the Miller family, or I, Scott, won't let you off."
He spoke with veiled threats, "Take care."
James didn't get angry, just smiled faintly. "If you don't believe in these things, what do you believe in?"
"Fists!" Scott picked up a pebble from the ground and placed it in his palm. With a sudden squeeze, it shattered with a crack.
A pile of sand fell from his palm.
"In this world, fists are the ultimate power." Scott looked proud. "As long as your fists are hard enough, you can crush any demons and monsters."
Scott said, "Unfortunately, your fists aren't hard enough."
James reached out and snatched Scott's handgun, pointing it at his forehead and pulling the trigger.
Scott roared subconsciously, "Have you lost your mind?"
Before he could finish, his voice stopped, his expression turning to extreme horror.
In his view, the bullet fired at James's forehead was caught in James's palm.
James, who should have had his brains blown out, stood there unharmed.
Calm and serene.
This was impossible.
Scott fell to his knees, stunned and on the verge of tears. His pride, defiance, and worldview all collapsed.
"Scott, let's leave a memento," James said. He tossed the scorching bullet back to Scott. "Take good care of it. You, too, will face a disaster in the coming days."
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