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"Your humble servant understands. Master, rest assured that it shall be done without the gods or ghosts noticing. I will make them wish for death and take their own lives!" Mozaren said with utmost confidence.

That night, Mozaren sat cross-legged on the bed alone, pulling out a palm-sized, dark and ancient-looking turtle shell from his Thai clothing. The shell was densely engraved with patterns that, upon closer inspection, resembled the image of the Yin-Yang Taiji and the Bagua, albeit twisted and unsightly, nothing like the neatness of those displayed by street fortune tellers.

The turtle shell in Mozaren's hands was passed down to him by his master, a Great Shaman from Thailand. It was said to originate from Ancient Witchcraft, whose founder was the first to divine using turtle shells, splitting bamboo to form hexagrams, and manipulating Yi Jing sticks for divination.

Later Zhouyi Divination, to some extent, originated from the divination techniques of witchcraft.

Unfortunately, with the decline of the Witch Tribe, many only know of Zhouyi Divination without understanding its true origins. Modern society even classifies witchcraft as an evil art, associating it with witches who conjure spirits and are hideously ugly.

By the time it reached Mozaren's generation, those who truly understood the divination techniques of the Witch Tribe had nearly vanished.

Holding the turtle shell, Mozaren gently rubbed the patterns that carried an ancient and timeless aura. The almost eerie divination techniques began to surface in his mind.

After a while, Mozaren calmed down, gazed into the starry sky with eyes that gleamed, as if capable of piercing through the dark night to see the vastness of the universe.

Almost simultaneously, the turtle shell in Mozaren's palm emanated a faint glow, as the intricate lines on it appeared and disappeared, brightening and dimming. Faint voices seemed to emanate from the shell in the night, as if narrating something.

Turtles, known for their longevity through tranquility, were also believed to be spiritual creatures in legends. Ancient people would use turtle shells for divination, placing them over fire to scorch. When scorched, the shells would crack and snap, producing sounds called "turtle chants," and the resulting cracks and lines were interpreted for prognostication.

At this moment, Mozaren was using the turtle shell for divination. However, his method was much more sophisticated than scorching; he directly instilled witch power into the shell using a unique mental method of the Witch Sect, deducing the geographical locations of Du Biao and Old Jiu without the need for fire.

"Hmm!" As time passed, Mozaren let out a soft hum in the darkness, indicating he had arrived at a conclusion.

Then Mozaren left the hotel and vanished into the night.

Wang Xiaoqiang waited for news in the hotel.

Three hours later, Mozaren returned to the hotel, unchanged and as neatly dressed as if he had just taken a brief walk. However, his eyes, still filled with a murderous aura, told Wang Xiaoqiang that the job was done.

Indeed, upon returning to the hotel, Mozaren smiled faintly and bowed respectfully to Wang Xiaoqiang... "Master, the task has been accomplished successfully, without fail!"

"Hmm, I trust in your abilities!" Wang Xiaoqiang nodded, "You can take a plane back tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Ah, right, Master, your humble servant... your humble servant would like to ask for a favor..."

"Ah, please speak..." Wang Xiaoqiang was not insensitive. He felt gratitude towards Mozaren for his assistance. Although Mozaren was his dharma slave, he didn't mind helping him with a small favor.

Mozaren, cunning with age, brightened up seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang didn't outright refuse and immediately bowed gratefully, "Thank you, Master. If Master is willing to help, your humble servant is willing to gift you a medium-sized gold mine in Thailand..."

"Ah..." Wang Xiaoqiang's heart stirred at the thoughts of benefit, naturally tempted. Although not highly educated, he knew that Thailand's primary mineral resource was tin, with reserves around 1.5 million tons, ranking first in the world. Tin in Thailand mainly comes from placer mines with a tin content as high as 65%. Other minerals include tungsten, lignite, iron, copper, petroleum, natural gas, gemstones, salt, lead, gypsum, antimony, manganese, fluorite, gold, and chrome...

Nowadays, with gold prices ever-rising, owning a gold mine was like having a bank!

"So tell me, what favor do you need...?"

"My master, Wu Feng, was afflicted by the Corpse Yin Gu of a person from Miaojiang in China five years ago, and he's been in unbearable pain, suffering a fate worse than death. I hope the Master can help rescue him..."

"Corpse Yin Gu, what is that?"

Mozaren couldn't help but smile wryly. He had always thought that Wang Xiaoqiang was of high cultivation and should be an expert from the Cultivation Realm, so how could he possibly not know about something like the Corpse Yin Gu? He must be feigning ignorance to avoid helping, but in reality, Wang Xiaoqiang truly didn't know.

Speaking of cultivation, Wang Xiaoqiang was an outsider, although he possessed the Five Elements Spirit Spring in his body and the Qi Guiding Technique as a conduit, giving him balanced offense and defense, often mistaken for a high-level practitioner from the Cultivation Realm.

"Corpse Yin Gu, it is a Gu worm nurtured using a corpse from an extremely Yin place, gradually accumulating evil qi within. Once this evil qi reaches a certain level, it can rival witchcraft power, very Yin and toxic..."

"Ah, I'll give it a try, whether it will be effective or not, I can't say for sure..." Wang Xiaoqiang had encountered Gu before, so it was not unfamiliar, but this was the first he had heard of Corpse Yin Gu, and he wasn't completely confident. However, he was willing to try.

"Thank you, Master. As long as Master is willing to make an attempt, regardless of success, your humble servant is willing to gift the gold mine..." Mozaren went as far as to kneel before Wang Xiaoqiang, believing in Wang Xiaoqiang's ability to deal with the Corpse Yin Gu inside his master.

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"Hmm, in that case, don't rush to leave. I need to observe the situation here and make sure my brother is safe before I can go to Thailand with you. Let's take action in three days..."

"I will follow the master's arrangements!" Mozaren said earnestly.

"Alright, get up. Stay in this hotel for these three days, try not to go out too much, and take the opportunity to cultivate more," Wang Xiaoqiang instructed.

"As the master commands, your servant will surely remember," Mozaren said, bowing deeply to Wang Xiaoqiang before standing up.

After leaving the hotel, Wang Xiaoqiang rushed to his brother's residence. Wang Dali and Little Dao hadn't slept and were anxiously waiting for Wang Xiaoqiang's news. Seeing him arrive, they both eagerly asked how things had gone.

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and said, "It's done, but we still have to wait for tomorrow's news."

Wang Dali and Little Dao were slightly relieved upon hearing this, but they still couldn't sleep. After all, they had never been involved in a murder before. Even though they weren't the ones who did it, they were still the masterminds.

What surprised them was that Wang Xiaoqiang managed to sleep. They had no idea that the number of people who died at Wang Xiaoqiang's hand could already fill both hands.

The next morning, there was a huge commotion all over the city.

Everywhere, there were two pieces of news being spread: one was that the underworld boss, Old Jiu, had suddenly gone mad in the streets, rushed into the raging traffic, and got hit by an oncoming car, dying an unnatural death on the spot. The big real estate tycoon from Guangzhou, Du Biao, was reported to have suddenly gone mad in the early hours of the last night and jumped from the tenth floor to his death.

In one night, two big figures had died. This made many people sigh with emotion. However, beyond their sighs, what people found eerie were that both deaths were unnatural, resembling suicides yet not quite being suicides, similar to supernatural incidents in movies and TV shows. Although the police had been involved in the investigation, they hadn't found any suspicious physical evidence and could only conclude that both cases were suicides.

In fact, they were just victims of the Golden Silkworm Gu inflicted upon them by Mozaren, who used witch power to forcibly inject the Golden Silkworm Gu into their bodies and then controlled it to quickly destroy their bodily tissues, causing them unbearable pain. Their only respite was suicide, and after they killed themselves, Mozaren summoned the Golden Silkworm Gu back out of their bodies.

Just like that, simple!

Upon receiving the news, both Wang Dali and Little Dao were thrilled and a bit uneasy, but mostly they felt a great sense of relief after revenge.

This feeling lasted for three days. After three days passed without the police knocking on their door, they thoroughly relaxed.

Wang Xiaoqiang left them with some instructions, "The police won't find any evidence. Even if they take you in for questioning, don't panic. Just insist that you don't know anything,"

Both of them made sure to remember this.

Having made sure everything was in order, Wang Xiaoqiang left a cash check for ten million to his brother, saying, "Brother, you use this money... "

Seeing the ten million check in Wang Xiaoqiang's hand being tossed around as if it were a worthless scrap of paper, Wang Dali and Little Dao were almost bug-eyed. That's what you call a real tycoon!

"Xiaoqiang, take it back. I won't take your money..." Wang Dali stuffed the check back into Wang Xiaoqiang's hand.

"You don't need money?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Even if I need it, I won't use yours. Otherwise, if I succeed in the future, it will be partly because of you. I don't want that... What I want is pure success!" Wang Dali's stubbornness and naivety had reached a certain level.

"Alright then!" Wang Xiaoqiang reluctantly pocketed the check. "If anything comes up, give me a call. I need to take a trip to Thailand..."

"Xiaoqiang, do you also have business in Thailand?" Wang Dali asked curiously.

"Uh, I'm going to take over a Gold Mine..."

"What, a Gold Mine?!" Wang Dali and Little Dao's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Xiaoqiang, buying a gold mine must cost a lot of money, right?"

"Uh, it does take a lot of money, but that gold mine is a gift from Master Mozaren from Thailand. I figured, why not take it if it's free..." Wang Xiaoqiang said in a casual tone.

A strange smile appeared on Wang Dali and Little Dao's faces upon hearing this.

A gold mine, that's practically the same as a bank!

How could he speak so casually? If it weren't for having considerable financial strength and confidence, nobody could talk about it so easily. If it were them, they'd probably be insanely happy. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly passes on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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