Bangkok Wizard

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It was 11 p.m., and the neighborhood was quiet in Bangkok. Only the occasional car drove by
. On the second floor of a garden villa, a woman opened her window. Her name was Manhua, and she was only thirty years old
when she was widowed. Her husband had left her a large fortune. She could live a worry-free life, but unfortunately, she was lonely and
unhappy.

She searched far and wide and finally found a fortune teller named Awang to tell her fortune and see if she would
meet . Awang calculated for a moment and then predicted that she would, and that it would come soon. Manhua didn't believe him, but Awang said, "
You will have a dream tonight, and this dream will tell you some clues. Your bedroom faces southeast, right?
"

Manhua asked curiously, "How do you know?

" Awang said, "It's easy to predict. Tonight, open your window a little bit, and at midnight,
you will have a beautiful dream."

"And then?" Manhua asked.

"Come see me again later, and I will point you in a direction," Awang said.

Manhua was skeptical, but that night she turned down her girlfriend's card game, followed Awang's advice, opened half the window, took off
her clothes , and lay down, leaving only a dim lamp lit by the bedside.

She listened to Awang and tried to imagine the ideal man in her mind, hoping he would resemble her dream
man .

Soon, Manhua felt drowsy, hovering between sleep and wakefulness. The wind rattled the window twice, and she vaguely sensed
a figure drifting in. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a young, handsome man, his expression
very similar to her imagined man. He didn't utter a sound, only smiled at her from the bedside.

That smile alone captivated her. She didn't care who he was; she only longed for him to sit closer. She wanted to
speak , but no sound came out. The man gradually approached her. Manhua's heart pounded. He half-sat down and
placed a hand on her shoulder. Manhua blushed deeply, and he leaned down to kiss her, his hand touching her waist.

Manhua felt lightheaded. She didn't fall asleep until nearly dawn, not knowing how he left.

She slept until around ten o'clock before waking, the sweet afterglow of the previous night still lingering beside her.
A smile ; she didn't want to get up. Was it really a dream?

She touched her body; she was completely naked, her undergarments on the floor. She vaguely remembered the man taking them off for her
, and her face flushed red. Luckily, no one saw.

Could this be real? she wondered. She didn't put on clothes or get out of bed, gently touching her vulva, where it
was overflowing with vaginal fluid.

She didn't get up until noon to wash. Remembering Awang's words, she went to find him after having a dream.

After lunch, she drove there.

"What was the dream like?" Awang asked her.

Manhua hesitated, stammering.

"It was a very good dream, wasn't it?"

Manhua nodded.

"It's a good omen. If it happens several nights in a row, it will become a reality," Awang said.

"Really?" Manhua's heart pounded. If it were true, it would be wonderful. She asked timidly,
"How can I dream again?"

"I can help you, but you'll have to pay a small debt."

"Money is no problem," Manhua said.

"Oh!" Awang gave her a number, roughly equivalent to five thousand US dollars. Manhua agreed.

That night, she waited as usual. Around midnight, feeling slightly sleepy, the man appeared again.

Manhua's heart fluttered at the sight of him. She threw herself into his arms, and the two kissed deeply, like lovers who had known each other for a long time
.

Last night, Manhua was somewhat reserved, but tonight she was more unrestrained, constantly making sounds of infatuation and passion. On the contrary,
the man only smiled and never said a word.

This continued for three nights. Unlike the first night, Manhua could move her limbs, talk, and laugh
. She could do whatever she wanted, unlike the first night when she was only at the mercy of others in her dreams.

On the fifth night, the man suddenly stopped coming. Manhua was restless and couldn't sleep all night. At nine o'clock in the morning, she
couldn't wait to go find Awang.

A young boy said, "The master won't come out until after 1 p.m."

Manhua was helpless. She waited until the afternoon and drove to see Awang again. This time, she indeed found him sitting in the house.

"Last night it didn't work; I didn't dream," she said as her first words.

Awang smiled but didn't answer.

"Why?" Manhua pressed.

"Actually, it wasn't a dream. It was real," Awang said. "He's a young man who lives near you
. "

"What?" Manhua's heart skipped a beat.

"I performed a ritual last night to call him to your room so you could both be satisfied. But performing the ritual takes a lot
of effort; with your money, you can only do it for five nights."

"Who is he? What's his name?" Manhua asked.

"You can't ask, and you can't know. Knowing will only cause trouble. Just as he can't ask your name. It's safe for you two to interact
like this; you can be together when you're happy and separate when you're not. No one gets involved with anyone else;
isn't that good?"

Manhua thought it made sense. She was a widow and didn't want to cause gossip.

"But how can I see him?" she asked.

"The old method, you pay a little money, and I'll perform a ritual for you. You can enjoy yourselves to the fullest at night, and during the day,
no one will know."

"Okay. How much?"

Awang indicated, the same amount. Five thousand dollars for three nights, fifty thousand dollars a month. Manhua pleaded,
"Can't you charge a little less?"

"Don't you think it's worth it? If you don't like it, you can stop anytime," Awang said.

"It's worth it, okay!" Manhua said. She was afraid of angering Awang and ruining things. By this time, she was already
addicted, unable to go a night without seeing her beloved, because every time they were mutually in love and enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

Now, let's turn to a wealthy businessman named Zheng Kun, who had three or four women in his household, enjoying the blessings of multiple wives.
One of them, named Beibei, had fair skin and watery eyes, and was very charming. But after a while, Zheng Kun also grew tired of her
and often went outside to find new lovers.

One day, Beibei was bored and came to Awang with two girlfriends to have her fortune told. The moment Awang saw Beibei, it was like meeting his nemesis from a past life;
half his soul went numb, and he was thinking about how to get her.

After divining for her, he said, "Your husband will face a calamity in a few days. Tell him to come to me, and I will help
him avoid the disaster and even turn misfortune into good fortune."

"He doesn't really believe in this stuff," Beibei said.

"Tell him that tomorrow evening when he goes out, a pebble will hit him on the head. If it comes true, he
'll have to believe me."

"If that happens, won't it hurt him?" Beibei asked worriedly.

"That's alright, it's just a harbinger of misfortune." Then Awang added that Beibei was destined for romance and
would meet a second man soon; if not, her fate would be worse.

Beibei stuck out her tongue and half-jokingly said, "How could that be? My husband would kill me!"

"If it's what you're told to do, then don't be afraid," Awang said.

"It's impossible for my husband to introduce me to a new boyfriend."

"Just wait and see," the sorcerer smiled.

That day, when Beibei returned home, she told her husband what Awang had said. Zheng Kun didn't believe it and didn't take it to heart
.

The next evening, he went out to a banquet, and before he even left the house, a pebble hit him on the head,
causing a dull ache.

He was still at home; he didn't know where the pebble came from. Zheng Kun was secretly alarmed and went into the room to apply medicine. He
couldn't help but believe Awang's words.

"Where does that sorcerer live?" he asked. "I'll go with you tomorrow."

Beibei was happy that her husband listened to her.

The next day, Zheng Kun met Awang, and they exchanged pleasantries.

Awang said, "You are destined for bloodshed, which will surely come to pass within ten days, but don't be afraid, I can help you avoid it.
"

Zheng Kun hurriedly said, "Please advise me, Master."

Awang said, "Starting tonight, don't sleep at home. Choose an inn facing southwest to stay in. The inn should be small
, and don't disturb any relatives or friends. Check in at ten o'clock at night and leave at eight o'clock in the morning. After half a month, you will be safe."

Zheng Kun asked, "I wonder which inn is suitable?"

Awang said, "There is a Spring Moon Inn near your home that should be suitable. It would be best if a female relative also lived in
the next room , which would ensure safety. This lady is the best choice." He pointed to Beibei.

Zheng Kun asked, "Can't we stay in the same room?"

"Absolutely not. Not only can't we, but we can't even meet and talk. We can only do so after dawn." "I

'll be checking into the hotel at ten o'clock, and there'll be no one to talk to. Won't

that be boring?" Zheng Kun said. "Don't worry about that. Do as I say, and you'll turn misfortune into good fortune." He called Zheng Kun into his room, closed
the door , and said to him, "Staying in the hotel will bring you unexpected good fortune."

"Really?" Zheng Kun was itching with desire.

"From ten o'clock onwards, open half of the room window. Lie on the bed and concentrate on thinking about your favorite woman.
What does she look like? What is her figure like? At midnight, a beautiful woman will come to serve you."

"Is that so? Do I have to pay?"

"No, she's not a prostitute. I called you in to talk because I don't want my wife to hear."

Zheng Kun was overjoyed. And so everything proceeded according to plan. Zheng Kun and Bei Bei checked into the Spring Moon Inn that night. To be on the safe side, Zheng Kun
had two servants stay in the room next to him on the right, while Bei Bei stayed in the room next to him on the left.

Zheng Kun, following Awang's instructions, opened half of the window. He lay in bed at ten o'clock, fantasizing about his ideal
woman .

Around eleven, he suddenly saw a woman sitting beside the bed. He was startled at first, but then, remembering Awang's words, his heart
calmed down. He wanted to softly ask who she was, but he was too weak.

The woman had a sweet yet wild appearance. She slowly removed her clothes beside him, revealing her voluptuous and alluring figure. Her long,
slender legs were exactly his type, and his heart pounded wildly. His "unexpected good fortune" had indeed arrived.

The woman raised her right leg, stretching it out in front of him. This was a very bold provocation, and Zheng Kun's desire intensified. He
desperately wanted her to lie down on the bed. But the woman seemed to be deliberately teasing him. She

would occasionally rub her foot against his shoulder, chest, and thigh, teasing him until he was completely infatuated, before finally
throwing herself into his arms, fulfilling Zheng Kun's desire.

As dawn approached, Zheng Kun finally fell into a deep sleep. The woman had already left.

In Bei Bei's room, something strange was also happening. She lay in bed for a while, unable to sleep, when suddenly she smelled a faint, sweet fragrance, feeling
warm all over, and her mind began to wander. Suddenly, the wardrobe door opened by itself, and a figure emerged. She gasped in surprise
, and upon closer inspection, it was the sorcerer Awang.

Awang grinned and walked up to her, embracing her and kissing her. She tried to resist, but her limbs were weak and wouldn't obey her commands
. Being held by him made her feel warm and incredibly comfortable.

Awang went further, kissing her neck and chest; Bei Bei's body went limp, allowing the man to take liberties.

And so, in their respective rooms, each woman enjoyed her own unique kind of pleasure. Afterwards, Beibei complained, "You're so bold!
Aren't you afraid Akun will live next door?"

Awang replied, "He doesn't have time for us. I've already arranged a woman for him."

"You rascal, so everything was planned!"

"I admire you greatly. It's such a waste that you're being given to him. He's never satisfied and is always philandering
."

These words struck a chord with Beibei, who said wistfully, "But I'm already married to him, what can I do!"

"Don't worry," Awang said, "I'll make him obediently hand you over to me."

"Really?" Beibei exclaimed happily.

"Don't tell anyone yet, just let me arrange everything!"

"I understand." Beibei, being a fickle woman herself, buried her head in his chest and they kissed again
.

The next afternoon, Zheng Kun came to see Awang alone.

"That woman is amazing," he said excitedly, "She seems to know my heart. Whatever I want, she
does . No woman has ever made me so satisfied!"

Awang smiled but didn't answer.

"What kind of woman is she?"

"She's my woman," Awang said.

"What?" Zheng Kun was very surprised. He said, "How can I accept that!"

"It's alright," Awang said, "You're a noble person, it's her good fortune to have her near you. From now on, she
'll come to keep you company every night. Her name is Abao."

"I don't know how to repay you," Zheng Kun said.

Awang smiled: "Have you heard of the Western practice of wife swapping?"

"You mean we should swap women too?"

"That's right! We men are naturally fickle. Shark fin is delicious, but you'll get tired of it if you eat it every day. I don't know
if you'd be interested in swapping Beibei with my woman."

"This..." Zheng Kun hesitated.

"No one else will know about this. To tell you the truth, Beibei is destined to have a second man this year, with..."
"If I let her go with someone else, and instead swap her with Abao, it would be fulfilling my destiny. That way, it would be beneficial for both of us!"

"Let me think about it," Zheng Kun said.

Awang said, "You don't need to answer me immediately. Abao will come to keep you company for two more nights, so you can judge for yourself whether it
's worth it. If it's not necessary, you can refuse."

Zheng Kun agreed and left.

For two consecutive nights, Abao indeed continued to come to the inn. She was gentle and considerate, and her novel and varied
ways of serving Zheng Kun made him feel so comfortable that even being a god couldn't compare.

On the third night, Abao didn't come. Only then did Zheng Kun remember the deadline Awang had set. He tossed and turned all night,
unable to sleep , thinking about all the wonderful things Abao had done. He got up and called Awang twice, wanting to tell him that he agreed to the exchange,
but he couldn't reach him.

Little did he know that Awang was also having a wild time with his wife Beibei at the inn. In fact, they had already been secretly having
an affair and didn't need his permission at all. However, with his verbal agreement, they could be more open about it
.

That night, Zheng Kun kept everyone in suspense. The next day, he secretly negotiated with Bei Bei. He said, "Awang
told me that you're destined to have a second man."

"What?" Bei Bei feigned surprise.

"Since it's destiny, there's nothing more to say. Awang said he likes you very much.
Rather than it's better to be with him and resolve this predicament. What do you say?

" "You're so unreasonable! How can you say that?"

"I asked you to do this. I won't blame you, and no one else will know, saving my face.
Isn't that good?"

Bei Bei pretended to refuse several times, and finally, Zheng Kun promised to give her a diamond to point out, and she acquiesced
.

Zheng Kun happily went to find Awang, and the two made a gentleman's agreement for one year. Every night, Abao would
come to keep Zheng Kun company, while Bei Bei would go to Awang's house. To outsiders, their identities would remain unchanged. After one year, if Zheng
Kun and Awang were satisfied, this arrangement could continue; if not, it could be terminated.

To avoid arousing suspicion from his family, Zheng Kun rented a room for Bei Bei outside the inn. This way, no one would suspect anything if she wasn't home at
night .

The arrangement was finalized, and A Bao came to the inn again that night. Following A Wang's instructions, Zheng Kun stayed at the Chun Yue Inn for half a month
before moving out. Sure enough, nothing happened; no misfortune occurred. In reality, the so-called "misfortune" was merely
a fabrication by A Wang.

Meanwhile, with her husband's explicit consent, Bei Bei naturally indulged in nightly revelry with A Wang, living a life of debauchery,
not letting Zheng Kun have his way. However, Zheng Kun harbored doubts about how A Bao entered his house every night.
Could she enter without going through the front door?

One day, he raised this question with A Wang. A Wang laughed and said, "Don't forget I know some magic.
In short , I made her enter your house without anyone noticing; you should be satisfied. As for the details, you don't need to
investigate."

Zheng Kun thought he was right and stopped worrying about it.

Two or three months later, Zheng Kun gradually became pale and listless, and even daily supplements were of no use.
He went to see a doctor, who said he was mentally exhausted and needed to rest.

Zheng Kun reduced some of his daily work, but the situation didn't change. Bi Hua was very concerned about his decline
. She noticed that he had been sleeping alone these days. Besides Bei Bei moving out, the other three women's
rooms ; Zheng Kun hadn't even used a towel. What was going on? This was completely unlike his usual personality.

It seemed there was only one explanation: he was tired of Bei Bei during the day and didn't need her anymore when he came back. But
even when .

Bi Hua and the other three women conspired to peep at him from outside his loft one night, looking through
the keyhole. They didn't notice anything unusual for the first half of the night, but in the second half, they suddenly heard Zheng Kun laughing, sometimes calling out a
woman's name, and very enthusiastically.

Bi Hua and the others were very surprised. They could see clearly through the keyhole. The bedside lamp was on, but no
one seemed to be there.

The following night, Bihua devised another plan. Before Zheng Kun returned home, she lay under his bed. Zheng Kun
didn't notice at all. Around midnight, a breeze blew in from outside the window.

A short while later, Zheng Kun's intoxicating moans resumed. He was very affectionately greeting "A Bao," but no one answered him
. Zheng Kun seemed completely absorbed in his pleasure.

Hearing this, Bihua felt a chill run down her spine, wondering if he was seeing a ghost. For her husband's safety, she gritted
her teeth and slowly emerged from under the bed, peering up. She saw Zheng Kun completely naked, making various suggestive gestures on the bed, enough to make
anyone blush. There was no one nearby. Terrified, she nearly fainted, screamed, and ran towards the door. Three women
were also peering in. Seeing them, Bihua calmed down and cried out, "Oh no! There's a ghost! Look!"

Zheng Kun, startled by her scream, froze.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he complained to Bihua and the three women, "Why are you all making such a fuss?
You knew there was someone in my room, how did you barge in?"

Bihua stammered, "You, who's in your room?"

Zheng Kun looked around and said, "Abao, where are you?"

Bihua grabbed him and said, "Who are you talking to?"

Zheng Kun said, "You scared everyone away, and you still ask!"

At this moment, the other women also said in unison, "We saw clearly, there's no one else in this room."

Bihua cried, "Akun, I'm afraid you're possessed!"

Zheng Kun was about to retaliate when Bihua suddenly pointed to the side and exclaimed, "Look, what's that?"

Everyone looked over and saw a paper figure, about eight inches long, with outstretched limbs. The paper was white, and
there were some strange characters written on it that no one could understand.

"It must be this thing causing trouble!" Bihua said.

Upon seeing the paper figure, Zheng Kun gradually came to his senses and was shocked: "Could it be that the A Bao who has captivated me is actually
a manifestation of this paper figure?"

He asked his wives what his behavior in the room had been like. Bi Hua said, "You were hugging the thin blanket as if it were a woman,
touching and kissing her, making anyone blush. Look, the blanket is soaked! No wonder you've been so listless lately; it turns out you've been
staying up all night thinking nonsense. This is worse for your health than having three women with you!"

The women all blamed him, saying that he had completely neglected them these days. Zheng Kun was annoyed and waved
them out, saying, "Fine, you can leave now. Let me have some peace and quiet."

After all that commotion, A Bao disappeared, and Zheng Kun finally slept peacefully for half the night.

The next day, he woke up feeling incredibly clear-headed. He was initially furious that A Wang had deceived him, exchanging a paper doll
for his living woman, Bei Bei, but something else had been troubling him lately, leading him to devise another plan.

He took the paper doll to A Wang and said, "Tell me, is this paper doll A Bao?" A Wang calmly replied, "No wonder I couldn't summon the paper doll back last night; you ruined

my magic ." Zheng Kun said, "You exchanged a paper doll for your most beloved woman? How can you do this to me?" A Wang said, "You're wrong. I'm only asking you, in the past two or three months, have you been happy at night? Has A Bao been satisfying enough?" "It's good," Zheng Kun said, "but it's just an illusion." Awang laughed, "In this world, things are sometimes hard to distinguish between reality and illusion, even for you and me. As long as you're happy, why bother asking what's real and what's illusory? Besides, giving you this woman wasn't easy . You know how much effort I put into performing rituals for you every night. To be honest, it's much harder than actually giving you a plain woman. Think about it carefully, and you'll know you should be grateful to me." Zheng Kun said, "I didn't come here today to pursue this matter. I just want to ask you, is Abao really something you conjured up from a paper doll?" Awang admitted, "Yes, that's right." Zheng Kun said, "Let's go to the inner room. I want to discuss a business deal." Awang led him to the inner room and closed the door. Zheng Kun said, "I have a difficult problem. If you can help me solve it, I will not only not pursue this matter , but I will also reward you handsomely." Zheng Kun then recounted his predicament. His current wealth, of course, came from many risky business ventures , and his partner was the notorious "Third Master" of the Bangkok underworld. Recently, a deal had been betrayed . Third Master didn't believe Zheng Kun was unaware of the situation and assumed Zheng Kun was the mastermind. No matter how Zheng Kun explained, he refused to believe him and insisted on compensation, threatening to turn against him otherwise. Zheng Kun was very troubled. If he really had to compensate, it would affect more than half of his cash flow, enough to bankrupt his business. If he didn't , he knew he couldn't stand up to Third Master. If things went wrong, Third Master might even send someone to kill him. After much thought, the only solution was to get Third Master out of the world; only then could the problem be solved. However, this presents another difficulty. If Third Master were to die suddenly during this period, regardless of the cause, Zheng Kun would be highly suspicious, and his men would not let him go unless there was a way to make everyone know that Third Master's death was unrelated to him. However, this method required Awang's help to succeed. Awang was a clever man and understood immediately. He said, "You want me to use paper figures to perform a ritual to scare Third Master ." Zheng Kun looked around and whispered, "You guessed right." Awang said, "Let me ask you a question first. How dare you discuss such an important matter with me?" Zheng Kun said, "It's simple. I feel you owe me a favor, and you should repay me. Secondly, only you and your magic can help find him; there is no other way. So I have to risk discussing this with you. Thirdly, I know you won't refuse money. If this succeeds, I will give you one million US dollars, which I believe will be enough for you ." " I've enjoyed many years of good fortune. Fourth, if you betray me, I'm certainly not someone to be trifled with . That would be extremely detrimental to you. I don't think I need to say it out loud." Ah Wang laughed, "Good, son, you truly are a hero! I've decided to help you, no problem, but I want to increase the reward, and I'll pay a quarter upfront. I believe this amount is manageable, because I can guarantee that I'll perform the work cleanly and efficiently, leaving you with no suspicion whatsoever." Zheng Kun thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I agree." They then discussed some details. Ah Wang inquired about the location of Third Master's activities, explaining that the Heaven and Earth Society would personally go and observe. Zheng Kun then drew a detailed map of Third Master's residence, explaining which room Third Master lived in, etc. Ah Wang asked, "Is there a time limit for this?" "No more than ten days." "No problem." " I'll send the check over tomorrow. Also, you can keep Bei Bei as you like. Return her to me after a year ." Both of them showed smug smiles. Third Master was nearly sixty, but his complexion was ruddy, his spirit was high, and he showed no signs of old age. He had three factions under his command, each with its own strength and distrust of one another, yet Third Master had the ability to make them obedient and under his control, turning them into "one family." This was his most remarkable quality. But once Third Master died, these three factions would become bitter enemies. They were all brave but reckless men, and Zheng Kun, with his political skills, would surely reap the benefits, perhaps even taking Third Master's place. One evening, a phone call came to Third Master's house. A servant answered, and a delicate-sounding woman insisted on speaking to him. However, she refused to reveal who she was. The servant asked Third Master if he wanted to listen. Third Master took the receiver. Strangely , there was no sound on the other end. Third Master said "hello" twice, and then a woman's mournful sobbing came from the other end. Third Master said, "Who are you? Why aren't you speaking?" The woman's voice on the phone said in a sinister tone, "I, the ghost Yu Qing, have come to claim your life!" Third Master shuddered. He had harmed countless people; how could he know who this was? Feeling guilty, he quickly hung up the phone, his face turning pale. That night, he frantically strengthened defenses inside and outside the house. He hid a pistol under his pillow, just in case . He had a mysterious premonition that someone would come to provoke him that night. Before going to bed, he locked all the bedroom windows . He personally inspected the entire house's defenses, feeling completely secure; even an army couldn't break in. The maid, A Qing, came to ask the master which concubine he wanted to serve. Third Master said no one was needed tonight. After the maid left, he closed the door and saw his most trusted guard, Zhang Yong, the Double-Gunner, sleeping outside, which made him feel even more at ease . He read the newspaper once. It wasn't until midnight that he felt a little sleepy. He turned off the light and went to bed. Not long after, he suddenly heard a series of noises , as if someone was knocking and trying to come in. Third Master pulled his pistol from under his pillow, but without turning on the light, he quietly went to the window. The curtains were drawn, and he peered out through the gaps. Using the dim light from outside, he looked through the first gap on the right. Although he couldn't see anything, the window was shaking…

It was clearly caused by someone knocking.

There was no foothold outside the window, so logically no one would stand there. With such tight security, an ordinary person couldn't possibly climb up
unnoticed. Unless it was a ghost. Thinking this, a strange feeling arose in his heart. He thought it best not to look.
But not looking made him uneasy; it didn't align with his nature.

Zhong Sanye looked through the second crack, and what he saw made his mouth drop open in shock. Outside the window was a
disheveled woman, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, her face pressed against the glass. The thud was
coming from . He vaguely saw she was wearing red, but he couldn't make out anything else.

Zhong Sanye's horror reached its peak. He couldn't be frightened by a thousand troops, but he feared this kind of thing most. A
primal instinct that a vengeful spirit had truly arrived. Without thinking, he raised his pistol and fired a shot.

The glass shattered, and the demonic figure vanished instantly.

The gunshot startled Zhang Yong, who was sleeping outside the door. He leaped forward, knocked on the door, and asked, "Third Master, what happened
?"

Hearing his voice, Third Master calmed down considerably. He called out, "A-Yong, come in."

He turned on the light, opened the door, and let Zhang Yong in. Zhang Yong was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, and his hand holding the gun was still
trembling .

"What's wrong!" Zhang Yong asked.

"The window...outside the window..." Third Master pointed.

Zhang Yong cautiously looked out the window, but saw nothing unusual, except for a pane of glass that San Tuo had broken. He asked Third Master,
"What did you see?"

"A woman, no, a female ghost with long hair and a protruding tongue."

"No, Third Master." Zhang Yong pulled back the curtains; it was quiet outside. Third Master looked again, and indeed,
there was nothing unusual.

There was a breeze outside, and the window creaked slightly. Perhaps it was just the evening wind making that sound. Third Master
was confused, wondering if it was real or an illusion.

"Perhaps it was just my imagination," he said. At this moment, his head guard, Lin Kuang, also came up to investigate because of the gunshot.
Hearing what Third Master said, he told Zhang Yong to come into the room and keep him company, letting him sleep on the floor, which Third Master didn't object to.

They turned off the lights and went to bed. Zhang Yong, being a rough man, quickly fell asleep. Third Master, however, remembered the broken window and
couldn't sleep.

There were always strange noises at night. Every sound made Third Master's heart skip a beat. Recalling
the ghostly figure he had seen at the window, he became increasingly certain that it wasn't an illusion, but reality. He stared wide-eyed at the movement in the room
, not daring to close his eyes for a moment.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the curtains fluttered. A grayish-white figure floated in through the window. Because Third Master had been staring
into the darkness, he could see what had floated in.

It was the female ghost from before, with long, flowing hair and a ferocious face, lunging straight at the bed. Third Master
cried out feeling his soul shatter, frozen in place. He neither knew how to draw his gun nor how to scream.

The female ghost pounced on him, pressing her hideous face close to his, and licking his cheeks with her long tongue.

Third Master had never experienced such terror; his legs buckled, and his heart stopped beating.

Zhang Yong was startled awake by the strange noise beside him. He turned on the
light cried out, "

Something terrible has happened to Third Master!" His family rushed upstairs and saw Third Master with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying. Subsequent investigations revealed that
he had not been attacked or poisoned; he had simply died of fright.

His family knew he had received a mysterious phone call that evening and that he had fired a gun in the middle of the night, breaking a window, indicating he
had a guilty conscience. His death was likely related to fear.

As Zheng Kun had predicted, Third Master's death immediately triggered internal strife among his three major factions, which soon escalated into
fighting each other for territory.

Zheng Kun, acting as both a peacemaker and a mediator, tried to ease the power struggle between them. So no one pursued his past debt with Third Master
anymore. Although he couldn't replace Third Master, his status had greatly improved, and
he could often sit back and share the spoils, taking a cut from every faction's interests.

As for the vision Third Master saw before his death, it was undoubtedly a manifestation of Awang's paper doll, no different from the illusions
seen , except that some terrifying patterns were added to the paper doll.

Before performing this kind of magic, the most important thing is the psychological effect on the recipient. That death-defying phone call was
crucial ; Third Master already had a shadow in his heart, making the paper doll's effect particularly good.

Zheng Kun gave Awang one and a half million US dollars. On the surface, the transaction was over, and both men had profited.
However, Zheng Kun later thought that he was very unhappy about having squeezed this money out of Awang, and having such a powerful
sorcerer in the city was always a threat.

He was a profit-driven person, and it wouldn't be surprising if one day someone gave him a large sum of money and then turned around and harmed Zheng Kun
.

At this time, a rising star emerged in the Thai military named Naijie. Although not yet forty, he was already
becoming a rising star and a young leader. Bangkok businessmen were adept at reading trends, and some began to curry favor with him. Zheng
Kun was no exception, frequently going out for drinks and entertainment with him.

During casual conversations, Zheng Kun casually mentioned to Naijie that there was a sorcerer in the city named Awang who used his
magic to swindle money, and many foolish men and women were bewitched by him. He implied that those in power should crack down on him.

Naijie had taken this to heart. Coincidentally, Naijie's wife had died in childbirth two years prior, and this year someone introduced him to a
girlfriend, a wealthy widow, who was none other than Manhua, mentioned at the beginning of this story.

The two met once and found themselves quite compatible. Naijie liked the allure that Manhua possessed beneath her quiet demeanor,
which suited his taste perfectly. Manhua, in turn, admired his robust and handsome appearance, his masculine spirit, and his prominent, rising status.

Although Manhua had a secret lover, arranged for her by Awang, it wasn't a long-term solution.
Besides , she couldn't see him during the day, didn't know who he was, and had never heard him speak a word. The inability to hear
sweet words was ultimately a flaw. After meeting Naijie, Manhua was quite inclined to entrust her life to him.

One day, Naijie invited Manhua out to dinner. Both were in high spirits and drank quite a bit. Manhua had exceeded her
alcohol tolerance and was starting to feel unwell. Naijie took her home.

The servant opened the door and saw Manhua leaning against Naijie, weak and delicate. He surmised they were already in sync and
wisely escorted them to their room without disturbing them further.

Manhua fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed, completely unaware of who was beside her. Naijie had no intention of taking advantage of her
, but seeing her so drunk, he felt there was no pleasure in being intimate with her, and it would also seem like
taking decided to stop himself and act like a gentleman.

He lay down fully clothed on a sofa outside her room to prove his innocence, preferring that she might
show then they could discuss it further.

In the middle of the night, Naijie was suddenly awakened by a strange noise. Listening closely, he realized it was Manhua coming from the inner room
. The noise was passionate and sensual, filled with suggestive words that made him blush.

He was puzzled; Manhua knew he was there, so why would she be having an affair with someone else in front of him? Manhua was the woman he loved
; their love had blossomed, only lacking a formal declaration. How could he watch his beloved do
such a shameful thing with another man? Thinking this, he was filled with rage. He jumped up, pushed open the door, and stormed in.

What he saw there stunned him. There was a light beside Manhua's bed, but no man was on it. She
tossed and turned , moaning, completely naked, her alluring figure captivating. At first, Naijie felt his blood boil, wanting to rush
over and embrace her, but upon closer inspection, he felt a sense of dread.

Because Manhua clearly looked like she was having sex with a man, her face showing boundless satisfaction, what was going on
? Was she possessed, harassed by a demon?

Naijie couldn't hold back any longer. He called out, "Manhua, what are you doing?"

After calling twice, Manhua finally woke up. Seeing Naijie standing in front of the bed, she was overwhelmed with shame, her face turning red to her ears. She hurriedly
pulled the thin blanket up and asked, "How did you get here?"

Naijie said, "You were drunk last night, so I brought you back. Have you forgotten?"

Manhua's mind was still a little hazy, but she vaguely remembered something like that. She asked, "Where did you sleep?"

Naijie said, "I slept on the sofa outside. I heard noises coming from this room at night and thought something had happened to you!
"

Manhua blushed and covered her face with her hands. Just then, a small paper figure, about seven or eight inches long
, was revealed under her left arm. It was drawn as a man, with male features below.

"What is that?" Naijie asked.

Manhua didn't know what Naijie meant. She turned her head and saw the paper figure, which she had never seen before and didn't know
what it was. Naijie picked it up and immediately thought of what Zheng Kun had said: "There's a sorcerer in this area who uses paper figures to
perform rituals, turning them into human form to deceive foolish men and women and swindle them out of their money."

He stared intently at Manhua and said, "Tell me honestly, do you know a sorcerer named Awang?"

Under his piercing gaze, Manhua felt as if he could see right through her soul and dared not lie, so she nodded.

Naijie said, "That's outrageous! That guy specializes in swindling money with this. I've already received complaints from others.
Sit up and tell me what happened."

Manhua sat up on the bed, put on her clothes, and then shyly told him about her nightly experiences, though she
didn't exaggerate the severity. She simply mentioned that Awang helped her have sweet dreams every night, which made her happy, and she was
happy to give him money. But she didn't know where the paper figure came from.

Naijie said, "I heard that he performs rituals on these paper figures, making the person feel as if they were real,
unable to control , as if intoxicated. Is that what happened to you?

" Manhua mumbled, "It's just like a performance." She
couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed when she thought that the person she had been intimately entwined with every night was actually a paper figure.

Naijie said angrily, "That guy, I'll send someone to arrest him tomorrow and prevent him from opening his business!"

Manhua pleaded, "Don't say you're doing this for me. I'm afraid he'll retaliate against me in the future."

"You must appear in court as a witness. What are you afraid of? With me as your backer, who dares to bully you!"

Manhua seized the opportunity to throw herself into his arms. Naijie pulled her warm body, unbuttoned her clothes, and lowered his head to gently kiss
her breasts. Both of them were filled with passion, and at this moment, their wishes were truly fulfilled. Manhua lost her illusory dream lover
but gained a real man, and naturally, she was content, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

Meanwhile, Ah Wang suddenly discovered that his paper effigies had been broken. A quick calculation told him he was in deep trouble. He
discussed with Bei Bei that they had to leave the city, and told her to pack her belongings quickly and leave first thing the next morning.

The following morning, Ah Wang, along with Bei Bei and another woman, Ah Fen, drove out of Bangkok in a car.

The car belonged to Bei Bei, and she drove southwest. They intended to escape to Malaysia.

To avoid suspicion, Ah Wang disguised himself, and Bei Bei and Ah Fen dressed as poor women. Only
four hours after they left, three police cars arrived at their door, having been tipped off by Nai Jie, to arrest the lawbreaker Ah Wang. However, when they arrived, the place was
deserted , and they only found many paper effigies, paper horses, incense, candles, and deity statues used in rituals.

Nai Jie was surprised by Ah Wang's resourcefulness and sighed in dismay. Nevertheless, he still managed to get the police to freeze
approximately three million in Ah Wang's bank deposits, a huge blow to Ah Wang.

Awang's car drove into southern Thailand, some areas of which were quite desolate. Although they disguised themselves as poor people,
their new car inevitably attracted attention

. A group of bandits encountered them and used a phone to notify their accomplices ahead. Around 6 PM, a
large tree blocked their path on the highway, preventing Awang's car from passing.

Sensing something was wrong, Awang told Beibei to turn around. Suddenly, more than ten bandits jumped out from both sides of the road, some armed with guns
and others with knives, ordering them to get out of the car. The bandits searched them and found three leather suitcases, with some clothes on the surface and gold,
silver, jewels . They were overjoyed to also find two beautiful women and a car.

The bandits used a large truck to take the three to a valley by the sea. They turned out to be an organized pirate group, mainly
robbing fishermen at sea, and in recent years many Vietnamese refugees had become their victims. All the men were thrown into the water, while the women
were taken back to the valley as slaves.

The bandit leader was named Du Bao. Upon seeing the two beautiful women, Beibei and Afen, he was overjoyed and designated them as his wives.
Then he ordered his men to kill Awang.

Awang hurriedly said, "Please don't kill me! I have something very good to offer you."

"What is it? Tell me quickly!" said the second leader

, Haiding. "I am a sorcerer who can help you in many ways. For example, if you want beautiful women, I
can conjure eight beautiful women every night to serve you. When you go out, I can divine for you beforehand to bring good fortune and avoid misfortune.
I know many spells, and I can even resurrect zombies to scare the nearby villagers."

"I don't believe such a thing," said the chieftain, Dubao. "I want you to conjure eight beautiful women for me right now
."

"No problem. Tell me what kind of beautiful women you like, and I will conjure them according to your needs, just
like your dream girl."

Dubao laughed. "I want a woman with a 42-inch bust."

The second leader, Haiding, also said, "I want one with dimples on her face, long legs, a slender waist,
white skin, and a big butt."

Awang said, "No problem."

It was already night. Awang instructed them to prepare two stone chambers, one for Du Bao and one for Hai Ding. The chambers were
dimly lit. Awang told them to lie on their beds and imagine the appearance of their favorite women.

In the other chamber, Awang performed a ritual, watched by pirates. They saw him merely drawing talismans and chanting incantations. Before him was a stove,
and he would occasionally take something from a small box and throw it into the stove to burn. He also heated two paper figures over the fire, but they didn't know
what his purpose was.

Near midnight, the two paper figures quietly floated out of Awang's hands and into the two leaders' chamber.
In their reverie, Du Bao and Hai Ding suddenly saw two alluring women enter, exactly the type they had been dreaming of. These
women were naked, with fair skin, radiating a captivating glow.

The two leaders were overjoyed and couldn't wait to embrace them, enjoying the breathtaking scenery.

The next morning, Du Bao and Hai Ding were beaming with joy. They thanked Awang, not only sparing him from further killing but also
treating him as an honored guest.

Awang said, "My magic can grant eight people this exquisite pleasure simultaneously. From now on, you may use this
to reward your meritorious subordinates."

Du Bao then announced this to the crowd, and the pirates cheered.

Since there weren't enough stone chambers, they built six tents, each occupied by one of the six pirates. Including the two
leaders , a total of eight people received the ritual each night.

Awang proceeded as usual, sending eight paper figures flying out. In the small chambers and tents, each pirate
saw ,
engaging in passionate lovemaking. In reality, there were no other people inside; only paper figures floating about. The recipients manipulated their bodies, believing they were enjoying boundless bliss. However, they felt particularly intoxicated because these women were not ordinary women, but the bedmates

they had always longed for . Every person, regardless of gender, harbors a dream within their heart, a dream idol that is elusive and unattainable, one that some may never find in their entire lives. Now, Awang has fulfilled their lifelong desires, filling them with boundless gratitude and utter devotion. At dawn, those who had received the spell recounted it to their companions, their faces beaming with excitement and vivid descriptions. Suddenly vied to receive this special reward. Leopard divided everyone into groups of six, allowing them to take turns enjoying this wonderful experience. The two leaders, however, enjoyed special privileges, spending nights in blissful pleasure with the bewitching women of their illusions. They not only spared Beibei and Afen, but also neglected some of his former "pets" in the pirate den— women forcibly taken during raids, of course, paled in comparison to their dream lovers. This was precisely the effect Awang desired; he thus gained the adoration of the pirates, who regarded him as a sage. Meanwhile, the two leaders, indulging in nightly self-pleasure, working through the night, found even the strongest bodies unable to withstand the strain, waking each morning weak and yawning frequently. He spent most of the day sleeping, his fighting spirit completely gone. Awang harbored considerable ambition. One day, he told Du Bao that he could dig up two zombies from a grave, and with magic , use them for defense at night and to attack enemies during the day. The two leaders, curious and already captivated by Awang, obeyed his every word. Du Bao, following his instructions, dug up two half-rotten corpses from a nearby farmer's grave, ordered two coffins to be made, and placed them on the back mountain. During the day, the coffins were closed, but every night, Awang would open them, pour dirty water and medicine affix talismans, and then return to his room to perform his rituals. This continued night after night. On the seventh night, the two zombies suddenly sat up, crawled out of the coffins, and hopped around. That night, Awang, Du Bao, and Hai Ding drank together, inviting them to sit for a while before turning off the lights. It was pitch black all around , and the sea breeze howled. Awang muttered incantations, and soon two monsters appeared in the shadows, covered in hair, with white bones on their faces, and bloodshot eyes that squeaked. They swayed from side to side in the moonlight, gradually approaching. Although the two leaders, Du Bao and Hai Ding, were experienced in many dangers, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines and their faces turned pale. Awang said, "These two zombies are our guards. Have them patrol around the area tonight, and I guarantee no one will dare to break in, and the prisoners won't dare to escape. It's killing two birds with one stone." Du Bao calmed down and said happily, "This method is excellent." Awang said, "The benefits don't stop there. If you want to deal with that family of villagers, or take their house and valuables, just have these two zombies scare them away, and they won't dare to come back even if they die." Awang ordered the zombies to walk around the camp, and all the pirates and captured women saw this terrifying sight, so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. Hearing that Awang could command them, they held him in even greater awe. Awang then told Du Bao that he could predict good and bad fortune, and that before each pirate expedition, he would foretell the outcome, guiding Du Bao's pirate ships east or west. Du Bao followed his advice, and indeed, each time they returned laden with spoils, reaping great rewards. All the pirates were smug, believing that a divinely appointed extraordinary man, Awang, had come to their aid. Awang saw that the time was ripe. One day, Du Bao was about to launch another attack. Although he clearly held the title of the most dangerous pirate in the southeast, he deliberately ordered them to sail southeast. Du Bao, who trusted him completely, did not hesitate and led two pirate ships southeast, thinking that this time they would encounter unarmed Vietnamese refugees again and plunder their gold, valuables, and women. After sailing for a short while, they indeed spotted a refugee ship. Du Bao immediately ordered them to accelerate forward, fired into the air, and shouted for them to stop. To their surprise, the refugee boat suddenly opened fire on them, unleashing a fierce barrage of fire. It turned out to be a Thai gunboat disguised as a refugee boat. Du Bao was terrified and ordered a hasty retreat. The pirate ship, already hit by the cannon fire, slowly sank. Du Bao was killed by a bullet, and the pirates suffered heavy casualties. Another pirate ship, led by Hai Ding, fought the government troops while desperately fleeing, barely escaping capture. On their return journey, the pirates encountered a sudden change in weather, a violent storm. Hai Ding, the second-in-command, lost and was blown overboard, never to return. This pirate ship barely made it back to their hideout, but it was riddled with holes, more than half its crew dead or wounded, and the pirate den severely weakened. Seeing that the situation was exactly as he had expected, Awang said to the remaining dozens of pirates, "Don't worry , if I become the leader, I guarantee we'll be even more prosperous than before." The pirates, who already respected him, now, leaderless, naturally supported him wholeheartedly. Awang became the leader, repaired the pirate ship, and resumed his maritime trade. Like the previous two leaders , he targeted refugee ships at sea. He ruthlessly pushed all the men overboard, while taking the women back to his hideout. He chose...

A group of young and beautiful women formed their own "bedroom," indulging in pleasure every night.

This caused him to neglect Beibei, who, being promiscuous, could not bear the loneliness of an empty room every night.
She secretly seduced Naigu, Awang's most capable assistant.

Awang quickly discovered this. Enraged, he shot and killed Naigu, then cruelly severed Beibei's limbs, hanging her
from a tree branch as a warning to those who opposed him.

Beibei suffered terribly from insects crawling and biting her, cursing for three days and nights before finally dying.

After becoming the leader, Awang no longer needed to appease his subordinates. The paper doll rituals ceased, and he only
distributed refugee women he disliked or tired of to them. The zombie patrols continued as before, but now their area
was outside his own "bedroom," not around the thieves' den, fearing that some among the thieves might turn
against .

In Awang's "bedroom," twelve girls under the age of twenty were kept for his sexual pleasure and sexual exploitation.
They never left their homes, their daily needs entirely taken care of by several women outside. Therefore, they were completely naked
. These girls, drugged by Awang, had all become wanton and promiscuous.

They varied in size and figure, each possessing a captivating charm, and all vied to please him. Awang enjoyed himself like an emperor,
indulging in sexual pleasure with these girls day and night.

However, this idyllic period didn't last long. A month later, the Thai navy discovered the pirates' ships. Instead of a
surprise attack, they secretly tracked them to their hideout and launched a decisive assault, routing the pirates and capturing them all.

The leader of this anti-piracy operation was none other than Manhua's lover, Naijie, a young and powerful military leader. He
was determined to eradicate the pirates and bring peace to the seas, and inadvertently captured Awang. As the saying goes, justice prevails. He
finally brought this notorious bandit leader back to prison, subjecting him to the harsh realities of life behind bars.

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