wizard

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It was 11 p.m. in a quiet, upscale residential area of Bangkok. Occasionally, a car would drive 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 her heart was lonely and

she was deeply unhappy. She searched far and wide until she found a fortune teller named Awang, asking him to tell her if she would ever find a good match. Awang calculated for a moment and then predicted that she would, and that it would come soon. Manhua didn't believe him. Awang said, "Tonight you will have a dream that will give 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 crack, and around midnight, you will have a beautiful dream."

"And then?" Manhua asked.

"Come see me again later, and I will show you a path," 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 a lamp dimly lit beside her bed. 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 smiled at her silently from beside the bed.

That smile captivated her. She didn't care who he was; she 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 played on her lips; 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 it 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 infatuated and passionate sounds. On the contrary, the man smiled and never said a word.

This continued for three nights. Unlike the first night, Manhua could move her limbs and talk and laugh. She could do whatever she wanted, unlike the first night when she was at the mercy of others in her sleep. 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. In the afternoon, she drove to see Awang again, and this time she found him sitting in the house.

"It didn't work last night, 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 is 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 that you could both be satisfied. But performing the ritual takes a lot of effort. With your money, you could do it for five nights."

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

"You can't ask, and you can't know. If you know, there will be trouble. Just like 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 will get involved with anyone. 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 way, 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 that it was still 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.

Meanwhile, there was 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, bored, Beibei and two girlfriends went to Awang for a fortune telling. The moment Awang saw Beibei, he felt like she was his nemesis from a past life; half his soul went numb, and he was thinking about how to get her.

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

"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 a sign of impending disaster." Then Awang added that Beibei was destined for romance and would meet a second man soon; otherwise, her fate would be worse.

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

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

"My husband would ask me to meet a new boyfriend? Impossible."

"Just you wait and see," the sorcerer smiled.

That day, when they got home, Beibei told her husband about Awang's words. Zheng Kun didn't believe it and didn't take it to heart. The next evening, he went out to a banquet. Before he even left the house, a pebble fell on his head, causing a dull ache. He was still in his own home; he didn't know where the pebble came from. Zheng Kun was secretly alarmed. He went into his 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 a bloody disaster, 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 you shouldn'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 stayed in the next room, which would ensure safety. This lady is fine." 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 or talk to each other. We can only do so after dawn."

"Checking into an inn at ten o'clock, with no one to talk to, won't that be very boring?" Zheng Kun said.

"Don't worry, just do as I say, and you'll turn misfortune into good fortune." He called Zheng Kun into his room, closed the door, and said, "Staying in the hotel will bring you unexpected good luck." "

Really?" Zheng Kun was itching with desire.

"Starting at ten o'clock, open the window halfway. Lie on the bed and focus on your favorite woman, what she looks like, what her figure is 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 himself followed A Wang's instructions and opened the window halfway. At ten o'clock, he lay on the bed, fantasizing about the ideal woman he loved. Around eleven o'clock, he suddenly saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed. He was startled at first, but then, remembering what Awang had said, he calmed down. He wanted to ask her softly 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, shapely legs were exactly what he liked, and his heart pounded. "A stroke of good fortune" had indeed arrived.

The woman raised her right leg and stretched it out in front of him. This was a very bold provocation, and Zheng Kun's desire intensified. He couldn't wait for 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, his chest, and his thigh, teasing him until he was completely aroused. Only then did she throw herself into his arms, giving Zheng Kun his wish.

It was almost dawn when Zheng Kun finally fell into a deep sleep. The woman had already left.

In Bei Bei's room, something strange also happened. She lay in bed for a while, unable to sleep. Suddenly, she caught a faint, sweet fragrance, which warmed her entire body, making her feel restless and a little distracted. Suddenly, the wardrobe door opened automatically, 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 warmed her heart, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

Awang went further, kissing her neck and chest. Beibei's body went limp, allowing the man's advances. And so, in their respective rooms, each woman enjoyed her own unique pleasure. Afterwards, Beibei exclaimed, "You're so bold! Aren't you afraid Ah Kun will live next door?"

Ah Wang 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," Ah Wang said, "I'll make him obediently hand you over to me."

"Really?" Beibei asked 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 Ah Wang 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!"

Ah Wang 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 wonder if you'd be interested in swapping Beibei with my woman?" "

This..." Zheng Kun hesitated.

"No one else will know about this. To be honest, Beibei is destined to have a second man this year. Rather than letting her go with someone else, why not swap her with Abao? That would be fulfilling her destiny, and it would benefit 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, offering endless new and exciting services, making Zheng Kun feel completely relaxed and comfortable, as if he were in heaven.

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 in the inn

having a wild time with his wife, Beibei. 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. Zheng Kun was in a state of great anticipation that night. The next day, he went home and secretly negotiated with Beibei. He said, "Awang told me that you're destined to have a second man."

"What?" Beibei feigned surprise.

"Since it's destiny, there's nothing more to say. Awang said he really likes you. Rather than getting to know someone else, it's better to be with him and resolve this fate. What do you say?"

"You're so strange! How could 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?"

Beibei pretended to refuse several times, but finally, Zheng Kun promised to give her a diamond ring, 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 Beibei would go to Awang's house. To outsiders, their identities remained unchanged. After a year, if Zheng Kun and Awang were satisfied, this arrangement could continue; otherwise, it could be terminated.

To avoid his family finding out, Zheng Kun rented a house for Beibei to live in. That way, no one will suspect anything if she's not home every night.

The deal was done, and Abao came to the inn again that night. Following Awang's instructions, Zheng Kun stayed at the Chunyue Inn for half a month before moving out. Sure enough, nothing happened; he encountered no misfortune. In truth, the so-called "misfortune" was merely a fabrication by Awang.

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

One day, he raised this question with Awang. Awang laughed, "Don't forget I know some magic. In short, I'll make sure she enters 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 ineffective. He went to see a doctor, who said he was mentally exhausted and needed proper rest.

Zheng Kun reduced some of his daily tasks, but the situation remained unchanged. Bi Hua was very concerned about his health. She noticed that he had been sleeping alone these days. Apart from Bei Bei moving out, the other three women's rooms were empty every night. Zheng Kun hadn't even had sex with anyone. What was going on? This was completely unlike his usual personality. It seemed there was a reason: he was tired of Bei Bei during the day and didn't need her anymore when he came back. But before, even if he didn't need her, he would still find a woman to keep him company.

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 they didn't notice anyone else. The following night, Bihua devised another plan. Before Zheng Kun returned home, she lay down 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 intoxicated 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, engaging in various embarrassing acts on the bed. There was no one beside him! She was so frightened she almost fainted, screamed, and ran towards the door. Three women were also looking out. 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, so why 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're still asking!"

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 lash out again 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 its limbs outstretched. 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 paper figure?"

He asked his wives what he had been doing in the room. Bi Hua said, "You were hugging the thin blanket as if it were a woman, touching and kissing her, making everyone blush. Look, the blanket is soaked! No wonder you've been so listless lately; 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 he had completely neglected them these past few days. Zheng Kun was annoyed and waved them out, saying, "Fine, you can leave now. Let me have some peace and quiet."

After this commotion, A Bao's shadow disappeared, and Zheng Kun finally slept peacefully for half the night. The next day, he woke up with a very clear head. He was initially furious that A Wang had deceived him, exchanging a paper figure for a living woman, Bei Bei, but something had been troubling him lately, leading him to come up with another idea.

He took the paper figure to Awang and said, "Tell me, is this paper figure Abao?"

Awang calmly replied, "No wonder I couldn't summon the paper figure back last night; you ruined my magic."

Zheng Kun said, "You traded a paper figure for your most beloved woman? How can you face me like this?"

Awang said, "You're wrong. I'm asking you, have you been happy at night for the past two or three months? Is Abao good enough for you?"

"It's good," Zheng Kun said, "but it's a pity it's an illusion."

Awang laughed, "In this world, things are sometimes hard to distinguish between reality and illusion. As long as you're happy, why insist on asking whether it's real or an illusion? Besides, it wasn't easy for me to give you this woman. 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'm asking 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 with A Bao, but I will also reward you handsomely."

Zheng Kun then recounted his predicament. His current wealth was, of course, acquired through many risky business ventures. His partner was the notorious Third Master in Bangkok's underworld. Recently, a deal had been betrayed by one of his subordinates. 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 truly compensated, it would affect more than half of his working capital, enough to bankrupt his business. If he didn't compensate, he knew he couldn't contend with Third Master. If things went wrong, Third Master might even send someone to kill him. After much

thought, the only solution was to kill Third Master; only then could the problem be solved. However, this presents a problem: if Third Master were to die suddenly during this period, regardless of the cause, Zheng Kun would be highly suspicious, and his men wouldn't let him off the hook, unless there was a way to make everyone believe that Third Master's death had nothing to do with him. However, this method required Awang's help to succeed.

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Awang was a clever man and understood immediately. He said, "You want me to use paper figures 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, with you and your magic, there's no other way to help. So I have to risk discussing this with you. Thirdly, I know you won't refuse money. If this succeeds, I'll give you a million dollars, enough for you to enjoy for many years. Fourthly, if you betray me, I'm certainly not someone to be trifled with. That would be extremely detrimental to you. I think I don't 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 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, and so on. 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 years old, but his complexion was ruddy, and he was full of energy, showing no signs of old age. He had three factions under his command, each with its own strength and distrust of one another, but Third Master had the ability to make them obedient and under his control, turning them into "one family." This was his most remarkable quality. However, if Third Master died, these three factions would become bitter enemies. They were all brave but reckless, 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. She refused to reveal her identity. The servant asked Third Master if he wanted to hear from her. 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 other end 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? Guilty as a thief, 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 pick a fight that night. Before going to sleep, 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 wished to serve. The Third Master said no one was needed tonight.

After the maid left, he closed the door, feeling even more at ease seeing his most trusted guard, Zhang Yong, the Double-Gunner, sleeping outside. 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 constant noise coming from the windowpane, as if someone was knocking and trying to get in.

The Third Master pulled the pistol from under his pillow, without turning on the light, and quietly went to the window. The window was shut, and he peered out through the crack. Using the dim light from outside, he looked through the first crack on the right. Although he couldn't see anything, the window rattled, clearly caused by someone knocking.

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

Zhong Sanye then 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 groaning sound came from her. He vaguely saw she was wearing red, but nothing else was clear.

Zhong Sanye's horror reached its peak. A thousand troops couldn't scare him, but this was the thing he feared most. A gut feeling ran through him that the vengeful spirit had truly arrived. Without hesitation, he raised his pistol and fired a shot.

The glass window shattered, and the demonic figure vanished instantly.

The gunshot startled Zhang Yong, who was sleeping outside the door. He jumped up and knocked, asking, "Third Master, what happened?"

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

He turned on the light, opened the door, and let Zhang Yong in. Zhang Yong saw that Third Master's face 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; a pane of glass had been broken by San Tuo. He asked Third Master, "What did you see?"

"There's a woman, no, a female ghost with long hair and a protruding tongue."

"No, Third Master." Zhang Yong opened the window; outside was completely silent. Third Master looked again, and indeed there was nothing unusual. There was a breeze outside the window, and the windowpane creaked slightly. It might have just been the sound of the evening wind. Whether it was real or an illusion, Third Master was confused.

"Perhaps it was just my imagination," he said. At this moment, his head guard, Lin Kuang, also came up to check because of the gunshot. Hearing Third Master's words, he told Zhang Yong to come into the room to keep Third Master company, and let him sleep on the floor, which Third Master did not object to. They turned off the light and went to bed. Zhang Yong was a rough man and quickly fell asleep. Third Master, however, remembered the broken window and could not sleep.

There were always all sorts of strange noises at night. Any sound made Third Master's heart skip a beat. Recalling the ghostly figure he had seen at the window, he became more and more certain that it was not an illusion, but reality. He kept his eyes wide open, watching the movement in the room, not daring to close them for a moment.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the window opened. A gray-white figure floated in from outside the window. Because Third Master had been staring into the darkness, he could see what floated in. That was the same female ghost from before, with long, flowing hair and a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face. She lunged at the bed, and Third Master cried out, "Ah!" His soul seemed to fly away, and he froze on the spot. He neither knew how to draw his gun nor how to shout. The female ghost pounced on him, pressing her hideous face close to his, and sticking out her long tongue to lick his cheeks. Third Master had never been so frightened; his legs twitched, and his heart stopped beating.

Zhang Yong was startled awake by the strange noise beside him. He turned on the light and saw that Third Master was stiff and lifeless. He shouted, "Something

terrible has happened to Third Master!" His family rushed upstairs and saw that Third Master's eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying. The subsequent investigation revealed that he had not been attacked in any way, nor had he suffered from food poisoning; he had simply died of fright. His family knew that 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 that he had a guilty conscience. His death was probably related to fear.

As Zheng Kun had predicted, the death of Third Master immediately triggered internal strife among his three major factions, which soon turned into open conflict, vying for territory. Zheng Kun, acting as both peacemaker and mediator, eased the power struggles. Thus, his past grievances with Third Master were no longer pursued. Although he couldn't replace Third Master, his status had greatly improved, allowing him to frequently sit and divide the spoils, taking a cut from each faction's interests.

As for the vision Third Master saw before his death, it was undoubtedly a manifestation of Awang's paper doll, identical to the illusions seen by Manhua and Zheng Kun, except that the doll was adorned with terrifying patterns. Before performing such magic, the most crucial element is the recipient's psychological state. That death-defying phone call was extremely important; the pre-existing shadow in Third Master's mind made the paper doll's actions particularly effective.

Zheng Kun gave Awang one and a half million US dollars. The transaction was ostensibly complete, with both men profiting. However, Zheng Kun later reflected that he was unhappy about having swindled money from Awang, and that having such a powerful sorcerer in the city was always a threat. Awang was a profit-driven man, 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 in the Thai military named Naijie, though not yet forty, was already becoming a rising star and a young leader. Bangkok businessmen were good at reading the political winds, and some began to curry favor with him, including Zheng Kun, who frequently went out drinking and partying with him. During casual conversations, Zheng Kun intentionally or unintentionally mentioned to Zheng Kun that there was a sorcerer in the city named Awang who used his magic to swindle money, and many foolish men and women were deceived by him, implying that those in power should crack down on him.

Naijie had already taken everything to heart. Coincidentally, two years prior, Naijie's wife had died in childbirth. This year, someone introduced him to a girlfriend, a wealthy widow—the very same Manhua mentioned at the beginning of this story.

The two met once and found themselves quite compatible. Naijie was drawn to the alluring charm beneath Manhua's quiet demeanor, which suited his taste perfectly. Manhua, in turn, admired his robust and handsome physique, 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. Moreover, she couldn't see him during the day, didn't know his true identity, 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 the effects. Naijie took her home. The servant opened the door and saw Manhua leaning against Naijie, weak and delicate. He guessed 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 knew there was no pleasure in being intimate with her, and besides, it would seem like taking advantage of her vulnerability. So he decided to be a gentleman and lay down fully clothed on a sofa outside her room to show his innocence, preferring that she wake up in the morning and show some affection, then they could consider other options.

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, her voice passionate and sensual, her words filled with suggestive chatter that made him blush.

He wondered why Manhua, knowing he was there, would be having an affair in front of him. Manhua was the woman of his dreams; their love had blossomed, only lacking a formal declaration. How could he bear to watch his beloved engage in such a shameful act with another man? A surge of rage welled up within him. He leaped up, pushed open the door, and stormed in.

But what he saw stunned him. A lamp was lit beside Manhua's bed, but no man was on it. She tossed and turned, moaning softly, completely naked, her alluring figure captivating. At first glance, Naijie felt his blood boil, yearning to rush to her and embrace her. But upon closer inspection, he was filled with dread. Manhua clearly appeared to be making love with a man, her face radiating boundless satisfaction. What was happening? Was she possessed, tormented 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 by the bed, she was overcome with embarrassment, her face turning bright red. She quickly pulled the thin blanket up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Naijie said, "You were drunk last night, so I brought you back. Don't you remember?"

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 last 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, appeared under her left arm. It was drawn as a man, with male features below.

"What's that?" Naijie asked.

Manhua didn't know what Naijie meant. She turned her head and saw the paper figure. She had never seen it 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 here who uses paper figures to perform rituals, transforming 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, "Outrageous! That guy specializes in swindling money this way. 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 downplayed it, saying that Awang helped her have sweet dreams every night, which made her very 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 themselves, as if intoxicated. Is that what happened to you?"

Manhua mumbled, "It's like being in a dream." She couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed, remembering that the person she had been intimately entwined with every night was just 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 found many paper effigies, paper horses, incense, candles, and deity statues used in rituals.

Nai Jie was astonished 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 devastating blow to him.

Awang's car drove into southern Thailand, some areas of which were quite desolate. Although they were disguised as poor people, their new car was bound to attract 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 outside and gold, silver, jewels, and banknotes underneath. 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 up eight beautiful women every night to serve you. When you go out, I can divine for you beforehand to help you avoid bad luck and bring good fortune. I know many spells, and I can even revive zombies to scare the nearby villagers." "

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

"No problem," Du Bao laughed. "Just tell me what kind of beautiful women you like, and I will conjure up exactly what you need, just like your dream girl."

"I want a woman with a 42-inch bust,"

said the second leader, Haiding. "I want one with dimples on her face, long legs, a slender waist, fair skin, and a big bottom."

Awang said, "No problem."

It was already night. Awang instructed them to prepare two stone chambers, one for Du Bao and the other for Hai Ding. Each chamber was dimly lit, and Awang told them to lie in bed and imagine the appearance of their favorite women.

In the other chamber, Awang performed a ritual, watched by pirates. They saw him drawing talismans and chanting incantations, with a stove in front of him. 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, and radiated a captivating glow.

The two leaders were overjoyed, their bones melting, and they couldn't wait to embrace them, enjoying their beauty.

The next morning, Du Bao and Hai Ding were beaming with joy. They thanked Awang, not only sparing his life 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 immediately 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 inside the stone chambers, 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, in a daze, saw their dream lover, engaging in passionate lovemaking. In reality, there were no other people inside; it was just paper figures floating around. 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, everyone 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 filth and medicine on the rotting corpses, 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 wind 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.

Even the two leaders, Du Bao and Hai Ding, who were experienced in many dangers, felt their hair stand on end and their faces turn pale.

Awang said, "These two zombies are our guards. Have them patrol the area tonight, and I guarantee no one will dare to break in, and the prisoners won't dare to escape. It's a win-win situation."

Du Bao calmed down and exclaimed happily, "This method is excellent!"

Awang said, "The benefits don't stop there. If you want to deal with that villager, or seize their house and valuables, have these two zombies scare them away. They'll never dare to come back."

Awang ordered the zombies to roam around the camp, and all the pirates and captured women, witnessing this terrifying sight, were so frightened they dared not 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. Before each pirate expedition, he would divine the outcome and guide Du Bao's pirate ships to either the east or the west. Du Bao followed his advice, and indeed, each time he returned laden with spoils, reaping great profits. All the pirates were overjoyed, 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 set out again. Although he had clearly divined great misfortune in the southeast, he deliberately ordered them to sail southeast. Du Bao trusted him completely and, without hesitation, 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, fire into the air, and shout for them to stop. But when they reached them, the refugee ship suddenly opened fire, attacking them with fierce firepower. It turned out that a Thai gunboat was disguised as a refugee ship.

Du Bao was shocked and ordered a hasty retreat. The pirate ship had already been hit by cannon fire and was slowly sinking.

Du Bao was shot and killed, and the pirates were killed or wounded in droves. Another pirate ship, led by Hai Ding, fought with the government troops while desperately trying to escape, barely managing to escape the pursuit. On their return journey, the pirates encountered a sudden change in weather, with a storm raging. Hai Ding, the second leader, lost his footing while directing the wind and was blown overboard, never to return. This pirate ship barely made it back to their hideout, but it was riddled with holes, and more than half of its crew had been killed or wounded, severely weakening the pirate den.

Awang saw that the situation matched his expectations and was exactly what he wanted. He said to the remaining dozens of pirates, "Don't worry, if I become the leader, I guarantee it will be even more prosperous than before."

The pirates, who already respected him, now, in a leaderless situation, naturally supported him wholeheartedly.

Awang became the leader, repaired the pirate ship, and continued his life at sea. Like the two previous leaders, he focused on targeting refugee ships at sea. He abandoned all conscience, pushing all the men into the sea while taking the women back to his hideout. He selected some young and beautiful women to form his "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 distributed refugee women he disliked or had grown tired of to them. The zombie patrols continued as before, but now their area was outside his own "bedroom," not around the hideout, fearing that some within the group might become disloyal.

In Awang's "palace," twelve girls under the age of twenty were kept for his sexual pleasure and sedation. They never left the house, their daily needs met by several women outside, so they were always naked. Awang had drugged these girls, turning them into wanton and wanton women. They varied in size and figure, each vying 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 followed them to their lair and launched a surprise attack, 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 promising military leader. Determined to eradicate the pirates and bring peace to the seas, he inadvertently captured Awang. As fate would have it, the net of justice is wide and its meshes are fine. He finally brought this notorious bandit leader back to prison, subjecting him to the harsh realities of life behind bars.

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