From the way Mr. Li looked at me, I could tell he thought I was a charlatan.
I didn't mind. I poured two drops of Ghost Eye Paste into my palm, rubbed them together, and said to Mr. Yang, "Mr. Yang, close your eyes!"
Mr. Yang closed his eyes and leaned his head forward, his face full of excitement for the unknown.
Da Cheng was so anxious he couldn't stand it. He wanted to intervene but didn't dare, so he quietly clasped his hands together, praying nothing would go wrong.
I smirked, placed my hand over Mr. Yang's eyes, gently massaged them twice, then moved my hand away and said, "Mr. Yang, no matter what you see, don't scream!"
"Okay!"
Mr. Yang nodded perfunctorily and couldn't wait to open his eyes.
"Damn, what is that?"
The moment he saw the spirit sitting on the model Little Ran, Mr. Yang pointed at her and cursed, his face showing equal parts fear and excitement.
With Mr. Yang's pointing, the spirit on Little Ran slowly turned its head to look at him.
"It's looking at me, it's looking at me!"
Startled, Mr. Yang took two steps back, his face now showing seventy percent fear.
"Brother Feng!"
Seeing this, Da Cheng was almost in tears with anxiety.
"It's fine!"
I waved my hand nonchalantly, took a step forward, extended my right hand's index and middle fingers, bent the ring and little fingers, and pressed my thumb against the nails of the ring and little fingers. I pointed at the spirit, took out a small red-brown seal about an inch square with my left hand, and smashed it onto the spirit's forehead, chanting, "Beifeng Xuantian, all ghosts submit. Where the seal's light shines, evil forms are extinguished. Urgent as the decree of the Northern Emperor!"
As soon as the word "decree" left my mouth, the small seal landed on the spirit's head.
At the moment of contact, the spirit's head shattered like a watermelon falling from the sky, and its body disintegrated, turning into a wisp of black smoke that seeped into the scattered clothes nearby.
As the spirit dissipated, Little Ran let out a muffled groan, couldn't hold on any longer, collapsed to the ground, and started crying.
"Damn!"
Seeing this, Mr. Yang cursed again and asked, "Brother Feng, what was that?"
I ignored him and walked over to the clothes where the black smoke had entered. I nudged the clothes with my foot, revealing a broken amulet.
"Red-Eyed Infant Amulet!"
Seeing the strange little figure inside the amulet, with a curved horn on its head, blood-red eyes, and sitting cross-legged, I blurted out.
Hearing me call out the amulet's name, Little Ran shivered.
"What does it mean?" Mr. Yang came over to ask.
"It's quite simple!"
I replied while wrapping a red string around the amulet, saying, "This is an amulet brought from Siam, infused with a spirit. Its purpose..."
I paused, glanced at Mr. Yang, and said, "To attract romance and increase attraction from the opposite sex. In simple terms, it's used to lure rich men!"
After I finished speaking, Mr. Yang glanced at Little Ran and said to Da Cheng, "Xiao Cheng, call Mr. Shi and have him come to pick her up!"
"Okay!"
Da Cheng nodded quickly, took out his phone, and made the call.
"Brother Feng, when Xiao Cheng mentioned you to me, I thought you were a fraud. Come on, tell me, what was that gesture you used, what incantation did you chant, what is the theoretical basis, and what does 'infused with a spirit' mean?"
After giving instructions to Da Cheng, Mr. Yang turned into a curious child.
I told Mr. Yang that the gesture I used was called the Ghost-Slaying Gesture, the incantation was the Beifeng Ghost-Summoning Incantation, and the small seal was the Beifeng Ghost-Slaying Seal.
As for the theoretical basis, I didn't know.
The gesture, the incantation, and the small seal were all given to me by a lay Taoist priest. As for why he gave them to me, it was because after he came to me for health treatment, he couldn't pay the bill, so he used this set of incantations to settle the debt.
Before settling the debt, he specially wrote a document on his ancestral altar and consulted his ancestors through divination.
After getting their approval, he passed these on to me, allowing me to use the seal.
"Health treatment, what kind of treatment?"
Mr. Yang caught the key point after I explained.
"Mr. Yang, Brother Feng's family has a tradition of Taoist medicine, specializing in nourishing kidney essence!" Da Cheng finished his call, came over, heard Mr. Yang's question, and answered eagerly, giving a knowing look that all men understood.
"Da Cheng, you got it wrong. My specialty is acupuncture, specifically treating mental disorders!" I added.
Those involved in the spirit business, besides having physical issues, are most prone to mental disorders.
In their line of work, there's a saying: "The body is easy to heal, but the mind is hard to calm."
It's thanks to my acupuncture skills that I've been able to make a name for myself in this field.
"Mental disorders?"
Mr. Li, who hadn't spoken much, perked up at the mention of mental disorders and suddenly asked.
"It's essentially a mental breakdown!"
I explained.
"You can treat mental breakdowns?"
Hearing this, Mr. Li gave me a couple of extra looks.
"I can!"
I smiled faintly.
Mr. Li also smiled and didn't say anything more.
"Brother Feng, come on, tell me more about your line of work!"
Mr. Yang said again.
"Mr. Yang, what do you want to know?"
The world is vast, but the client is king. As long as it doesn't violate my principles, I'm willing to share everything I know.
As for Mr. Yang calling me Brother Feng, I didn't take it seriously. It's just a way of addressing someone, and if you take it seriously, well, that's on you.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Shi is here, waiting downstairs!"
Twenty minutes later, Da Cheng came over and whispered.
"Let him wait!"
Mr. Yang casually instructed and said, "Brother Feng, we didn't get to chat enough today. Let's find a place to talk more another day. By the way, give me your phone number!"
After exchanging numbers, Mr. Yang said to Da Cheng, "Xiao Cheng, escort Brother Feng downstairs and have Mr. Shi come up!"
After speaking, Mr. Yang glanced at the amulet wrapped in red string and asked, "Brother Feng, there won't be any problems, right?"
"There won't be!"
I shook my head and said, "The spirit inside has been dispersed by me, so there definitely won't be any issues!"
"That's good!" Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at Da Cheng, signaling him to escort me downstairs.
I didn't mention money. With Mr. Yang's personality, he wouldn't shortchange me.
"Brother Feng, this was a success. If you make it big in the future, don't forget about your little brother!"
After the elevator doors closed, Da Cheng said somewhat ingratiatingly.
"I won't forget you!" I smiled and patted Da Cheng on the shoulder.
The next morning, Da Cheng called and asked for my bank account number. Within five minutes, fifty thousand yuan was transferred to me.
I've seen money before, but I've never handled such a large sum in one go.
As for how Mr. Yang negotiated with Mr. Shi and what happened to the model named Little Ran, I didn't ask.
Before my excitement wore off, I received a phone call.
I glanced at it; it was from an unfamiliar number.
"I'm Mr. Li from last night!"
When I answered, a somewhat familiar voice came through.
"Mr. Li?" I was a bit surprised.
From Mr. Li's attitude towards me last night, he saw me as a fraud and a charlatan. I didn't expect him to call me.
What I didn't expect even more was that this call would change my fate, pulling me completely into the entertainment industry's whirlpool.
It was also this call that changed the fate of his daughter, who later became known as the most mysterious figure in the entertainment industry, a human embodiment of wealth and beauty, for whom directors, actors, veteran performers, leading actresses, and various young stars were all willing to play supporting roles—actress Li Li.