Chapter 8

She doesn't speak English? No wonder she looks so confused; all my racking my brains to find suitable words for communication was wasted — throwing flirtatious glances at a blind man.

Seeing the resentful ghost's gaze still fixed on him with wariness amid its bewilderment, and seeming to have already sensed this person's hostility, it also became ferocious and clawing.

It even had the impulse to leave Cindy's back and pounce over.

Chen Yaozu could only ask:

"What language is she speaking?"

Before Cindy could open her mouth, someone beside Antonio beat her to it: "I remember now, I remember that woman who fell into the water is Brazilian, she speaks Portuguese! She joined our group in Colombia."

Cindy and Antonio hurriedly nodded: "Yes, that woman speaks Portuguese."

This is troublesome; although Chen Yaozu's English is pretty good, he doesn't know Portuguese, and on phone apps, curses and threats aren't that easy to translate.

So he could only turn his gaze to the people present.

"Right now, who among you knows Portuguese?"

Antonio stepped forward: "We all know a little, but not much.

What do you want to say? I'll say it for you!"

Chen Yaozu didn't stand on ceremony either: "Curses, threats!"

The moment he said this, it made Antonio and the others stare at each other in blank dismay, especially Cindy, who knew a ghost was clinging to her back, felt a chill in her heart: "Wizard, she's still on my back!"

"Precisely because she's still on your back, as long as you don't die, she'll stay on your back affecting your spiritual intelligence, until you kill the people around you, or kill yourself."

Hearing Chen Yaozu put it that way, Antonio thought it made sense, so he asked for clarification on exactly what words Chen Yaozu wanted translated into Portuguese.

Actually there wasn't much to say, just needed to negotiate with her in a vicious tone, tell her if she doesn't retreat quickly, he'll beat her soul scattered, or directly catch her and deep-fry, electrocute her, and the like.

But that ghost seemed truly indifferent, merely in her bewilderment discovering there was a person before her who could apparently see her directly, she became very interested in this person.

Seeing this approach didn't work, Chen Yaozu gritted his teeth and stomped his foot: "Persuasion's useless, threats are useless, then there's only the last method left!

Beat her!"

Although Chen Yaozu could see the other party and hear the sounds she made, he knew he couldn't hurt her.

For an ordinary person to injure this kind of newly-born resentful ghost, they must fly into a rage; only the qi and blood of a violent rage can cause some damage to these ghost objects.

So, he needs certain means to make himself fly into a violent rage.

However, whether before transmigration or after transmigration, he has never had anything that could make his emotions surge to the point of violent rage.

But a transplanted tree lives, a transplanted man survives; methods are always more plentiful than difficulties.

Since he himself has no events to make his emotions fluctuate to violent rage, he'll pin someone else's matter on himself, then self-hypnotize, reaching a state of violent rage.

"Cindy, in a bit you bring up a matter to provoke me! In our country there's a man, he's been married 16 years, his wife gave birth to three daughters, none are his.

Now only the 4th one is left, also not his.

In vain he still toiled hard to make money and support the family; after discovering this, he was even threatened by the woman and her ex-husband, and they even set off firecrackers to blast him.

Now, I need to hypnotize myself into being this man.

You use this matter to provoke me, make me fly into a violent rage.

Only by flying into a violent rage can I deal with the ghost on your back!"

Finished speaking, he explained the whole matter in detail, and that pitiful honest man.

Hiss—

Married 16 years, wife bore 4 children none his own, and even threatened?

Hearing this, the others present couldn't help but look at Chen Yaozu with sympathetic gazes.

Chen Yaozu felt his face flush under their stares: "Why look at me like this, how old am I? They've been married 16 years, that person can't possibly be me!"

That guy with partial Native American bloodline suddenly said: "What's impossible about it? In America you can legally marry at 11, in some South American countries the age requirement for marriage isn't strict either. If you married early, what's strange about being in your twenties and married 16 years!"

Of course that's what he said, but actually they all knew this absolutely couldn't be the young man before their eyes.

Still, Antonio had experience, so he spoke up: "Since you want to use this matter to provoke yourself, I reckon you'll have to endure these strange looks."

"After all, if you don't treat yourself as that man, you won't be able to fly into a rage."

Chen Yaozu could only accept it: "Alright, let's begin!"

I am that pitiful man, he said to himself in his heart.

Cindy glanced at Antonio, saw him nod, and had no choice but to drive the ducks onto the scaffold.

She thought for a moment, how to make it more provoking.

She lowered her head and pondered a while; when she raised her head, a slightly sharp voice pierced through the heart of Chen Yaozu who was hypnotizing himself like a blade, every word and sentence bone-chilling.

"What do you have to be proud of?"

Must admit, Cindy really has the potential of a Hollywood star; her questioning carried endless mockery, even her tone of voice was mockery to the utmost.

If Chen Yaozu truly were that man, each of these enlarged words would be like meticulously chosen arrows, striking his self-respect precisely and unerringly.

Pity he isn't, but almost; he's hypnotizing himself, I am that man, I am that man.

Just then, the wooden talisman in his mind suddenly emitted a thread of coolness, and then Chen Yaozu felt himself gradually entering the right state, a sort of medium-possessed feeling.

Then he really had an illusion that Cindy's words were about him.

Thinking like this, his eyes began to blur.

"Married 16 years, not a single child your wife bore is yours!

These years raising three children, do they have one cent of relation to you?

But……"

Chen Yaozu closed his eyes, his breathing gradually grew heavy, his throat seemed choked, his heart began to ache.

How can this be, a person shouldn't be this shameless……

【Everyone must have had the experience of being trapped in a nightmare, the so-called ghost pressing bed.

At that time, the dreamer would inexplicably be very afraid, very afraid; the more afraid, the more unable to move.

One can think of things that make oneself angry; once rage rises, one can break free.】

But Cindy did not plan to let him go; after all, she still had a Ghost on her back, waiting for him to fly into a rage.

If he could not fly into a rage, would she have to keep carrying this Ghost until she was killed by her?

So, a woman's talent for acting was brought into full play by him at this moment.

She leaned close to Chen Yaozu's ear and whispered in an utterly mocking low voice:

"Every penny you have earned these 16 years has turned into her support for another man; your sweat, your effort, all became stepping stones for someone else's happiness."

Cindy's words were utterly ruthless, tearing the self-hypnotized Chen Yaozu's inner world into shreds.

"Even this child she gave birth to recently is not yours!"

This sentence was like a final blow, plunging Chen Yaozu's world completely into Darkness and Despair.

"You are a thorough and utter fool, a pitiable worm who is deceived and betrayed yet remains completely unaware!

Even when that woman was discovered, she still dared to threaten you, still dared to bring her ex-husband to blow you up! Yet you dare not get angry!

What are you afraid of……

You really are like a dog……"

(Chapter End)