"Sleeping incense? Fox urine?"
I'm not surprised that urine can be used in medicine to make a sedative. I've heard of human yellow and human white.
I just remembered what Ma Shuai told me. He said Deng Wenwen had a fox spirit on her, and it turns out she really does. Not only that, but it's coming for me.
"Exactly!"
Fatty Lin snorted and said, "This is a unique hypnotic technique of some fox spirit sects. I've broken her spell, but she might come back. You better find a place to hide!"
"Hide? No way. I was caught off guard just now, but if she dares to come again, watch me whip her!"
As I spoke, I walked further inside.
Back in the bedroom, I pulled out a box from under the bed. Opening it, I took out a half-meter-long brown whip from the top compartment. This is the Tiger Tail Whip.
True to its name, this whip is wrapped in cowhide, with the main ingredient being a tiger's tail. It was given to my grandfather as a consultation fee by a turtle treasure man he helped with health issues back in the day.
I thought for a moment, feeling it wasn't enough, and took out a single-sided drum from the bottom of the box.
The drum had no handle, with a copper ring on the back, fixed in the center with four animal skins in a cross shape. Eight copper coins were threaded on the drum's back strings.
The drum surface was black-brown, resembling fish scales, made from python skin.
Yes, this is a Wenwang Drum, given to my grandfather by a shaman who couldn't find a successor.
Ma Shuai, knowing about this drum, had asked my grandfather for it many times, but he never gave it to him.
Looking at these two items, I felt assured.
I have quite a few treasures like these, such as the corpse-binding rope used by corpse retrievers, the autopsy knife of coroners, and the octagonal copper mirror of corpse carriers, all given as consultation fees by those in the Yin Gate.
I may not have much cultivation, but I have plenty of magical tools. Even if I have to pile them up, I can overwhelm any filthy thing that comes my way.
Feeling confident, I held the Tiger Tail Whip in one hand and the Wenwang Drum in the other, waiting for Deng Wenwen to show up.
Sitting down at the table, I thought for a moment, then opened the safe under the table and took out a palm-sized wooden box. Inside was a copper ball, strung with a red cord, two sizes smaller than a quail egg.
The copper ball was hollow, engraved with talismans on the outside, and could be dismantled. Inside was a wax-sealed herbal pill.
I took out the copper ball and wore it around my neck like a necklace.
This copper ball is called the Pixie Pearl. The talismans on the copper shell were carved by a Taoist priest, and the herbal pill inside was secretly made from materials like tiger skull, cinnabar, realgar, orpiment, ghost white, soap pods, wuyi seeds, ghost arrow feathers, and tribulus, also left to me by my grandfather.
My grandfather practiced medicine all his life and had plenty of good things. Let's see who can outmatch whom!
I waited and waited until it got dark, but Deng Wenwen never came.
If it weren't for Fatty Lin advising me to stay calm, I might have even called Deng Wenwen to come over.
After dark, I thought about it and realized this matter couldn't just be left alone. The things Deng Wenwen wanted me to do weren't trivial—catching celebrities' weaknesses and finding ways to exonerate them was one thing, but secretly recording wealthy and political figures in a traditional Chinese medicine wellness class was crossing the line.
She's a foreign woman, and her husband is a foreign media mogul. What's she trying to do with all this?
I pondered for a while and realized I couldn't handle this alone. Whether it was catching celebrities' weaknesses or starting a wellness class, it was all done under Mr. Hua's influence.
If something went wrong, even if Mr. Hua could land safely with his family background, he'd still get skinned.
Thinking of this, I called Mr. Hua and explained the situation.
"Hehe!"
After listening, Mr. Hua chuckled and said, "Little Feng, you're good. I'll send a car to pick you up, come over to my place!"
"Alright!"
I nodded, a bit unsure of Mr. Hua's intentions. From his words, he didn't seem surprised by what Deng Wenwen was doing, as if he already knew.
An hour later, I met Mr. Hua in his study.
"Mr. Hua!"
Seeing Mr. Hua, I couldn't wait to speak, but he waved his hand and said, "Little Feng, I said you're good on the phone because you didn't hide anything from me!"
"As for what you mentioned, I'm not surprised at all. Even without you, they would still do it, just under a different name!"
"For example, the spiritual cultivation meetings that started appearing in the 90s!"
"You knew about it?" I was a bit surprised.
"Isn't it strange that I know but don't intervene?" Mr. Hua asked.
"Yes!"
I nodded.
"Hehe!"
Mr. Hua chuckled and said, "Some things are better managed by guiding rather than blocking!"
"Back to Deng Wenwen, do you know what she's trying to do?" Mr. Hua didn't explain further but asked instead.
"Make money?" I asked.
"No, no, no!"
Mr. Hua wagged his finger and said, "Have you heard of the De-masculinization Plan?"
"What plan?"
I asked.
"The De-masculinization Plan!" Mr. Hua said.
"Never heard of it!" I shook my head.
"The De-masculinization Plan is led by America, aiming to weaken the cohesion and combat power of target regions by shaping effeminate male images and changing aesthetic perceptions. It's a cultural infiltration strategy."
Mr. Hua explained.
"Are you saying Deng Wenwen is part of this plan?" I immediately caught on.
"Exactly!"
Mr. Hua smiled and said, "Those so-called sixth-generation directors in our country, in a sense, are spokespersons for this plan. The investors behind the movies they make are all kinds of foreign foundations!"
"The few well-known same-sex movies from a few years ago also have traces of these foundations behind them!"
"Are you talking about 'Qing Yu'?" I immediately thought of a movie.
No wonder, that movie is too famous.
There are many rumors about this movie. Some say the two male leads fell in love during filming and didn't dare to meet for a long time after, fearing they'd cross the line.
"That movie, someone crossed the line!"
Mr. Hua snorted.
"Crossed the line?" I grew even more curious.
"Some things can be done by some people, but not by others. For example, the De-masculinization Plan, it's not a secret, it's semi-public, and can be found in America's public reports!"
"Openness comes with a price, and the De-masculinization Plan is part of that price. But this price, outsiders can pay, we cannot!"
"Our Mr. Lei not only did it but also, as an investor, had the director film his and his lover's real and fake stories, openly promoting sensitive topics. That's crossing the line!"
At this point, Mr. Hua paused and said, "Of course, what he did wrong isn't just this. The main reason he got taken down was because of other things, but crossing the line was also an undeniable factor!"