I said, "Huang Chengcheng has his own business, and he is not a brand dealer, so you will have the opportunity to communicate in the future." Mr. Tang seemed disappointed and asked me for Huang Chengcheng's number. I don't want to give it in my heart, and I hate people who fake it, but for the sake of face, I still give it.

When he arrived in Ayutthaya, Kaohsiung said that it was the residence of a friend of Azan MAN, who usually came here. It is a small place similar to a Chinese county town, with streets that are neither wide nor narrow, lined with bungalows, and occasionally two-storey. The car stopped in front of a certain residence, Kaohsiung took me and Mr. Tang in, the door was not closed, and then went inside through a small foyer-like room, which was a relatively large room, with two large tables against the wall, which were full of offerings, and there were several statues of great gods, which looked like the ten faces of Buzhou, the old man and the tiger head were all in the body, each of which was taller than the real person. Large and small Kuman Thong and human skulls are placed below, and there are also bundles of Dharma wax and very * plates, which contain scattered Buddha medals and thigh bones, which are blue-black, and there are two skulls without jaws.

Seeing these bones, Mr. Tang's face turned pale, and I saw that his hands were also a little trembling. A young monk dressed as a man sat cross-legged, opposite two women, probably in their thirties, talking. In Thai, I could understand what was being said about blessing the Yin card, and I realized that these two were also card dealers, but not Chinese. Seeing the three of us coming in, the two women joined us in salutation, and Kaohsiung and I returned the salute and sat in the corner of the house.

The two women chatted with the young monk for less than ten minutes, and then the woman took her leave, and we got up and waited for the woman to come out of the house and sit down opposite the young monk. Kaohsiung introduced that this is Master Azan MAN, I saw that he was not only white and fat, but also had a happy face, which had nothing to do with any "Yin Monk".

Kaohsiung said: "This is the customer, I want to make a yin thorn charm that can strongly attract partial wealth, and the side effects are as small as possible." Azan MAN nodded, beckoned the client to sit down, asked him about his profession first, I translated, Mr. Tang looked at me, and asked if he wanted to tell the truth.

"The master will answer whatever he asks, even if you are a professional killer, you have to say it, it's okay. Kaohsiung said. Mr. Tang asked us to translate directly, and I told Azan MAN that the customer was in the counterfeiting industry, and Azan MAN nodded and said that you can stab the talisman now, but you have to mix the ink first, and you have to use the customer's blood, so the effect is better.

As he spoke, I asked Mr. Tang to stretch out his left hand and tell him to endure the pain, make a cut, drop more blood, and mix your blood with the tattoo ink, so that the yin charm that comes out will have a better effect on fortune. Mr. Tang said, "Why do you want to do this, I won't be in any danger, right?" I smiled and said of course not, just take a little blood, not drain your blood. Mr. Tang swallowed his saliva and stretched out his left palm, I looked into Azan MAN's eyes and asked him how to cut the best and how much blood he needed.

"Cut the belly here, and ask for a third of the bottle. AZAN MAN GESTURED WITH HIS HAND. I held Mr. Tang's left palm with my right hand, and the blade quickly slashed through his left palm. Blood flowed out immediately, and Kaohsiung grabbed the small glass bottle and continued it underneath, and it didn't take long for nearly half a bottle. Azan MAN signaled to OK, Kaohsiung closed the stopper tightly on the glass bottle, and I saw a small aluminum box near the floor mat, which contained rolls of gauze and two bottles of hemostatic powder, it seems that Azan MAN often does this to Shanxin.

To help Mr. Tang stop the blood from the wound, Azan MAN took the blood bottle and took out two bottles from the drawer of the cabinet next to him, which were not transparent and had no labels on them, and the two bottles were exactly the same from the outside. Azan MAN turned out the transparent empty bottle again, uncorked the two bottles, poured the liquid inside into the transparent empty bottle, which was dark gray and blue, poured about two-thirds of the position, and finally poured Mr. Tang's blood into it. In the process, Azan Man chanted the mantra in a low voice, starting and stopping. After plugging the mouth of the bottle, it was gently shaken, and the color of the fluid changed to blue and purple, and during the shaking process, Azan MAN was also blessed with a mantra.

Azan MAN opened the bottom drawer of the wooden cabinet and took out a slender metal tube, much like the old cigarette pouch pot in Northeast China, but not so thick, about the thickness of a ballpoint pen. The whole is brass-colored, thin at one end and thicker at the other. He pulled out the copper stopper with a thick end, took out a copper funnel, inserted the hole into the thick end of the metal pipe, and slowly poured the mixed liquid in the glass bottle into it, perhaps a special tool, and the liquid in the glass bottle was completely emptied, and no half drip came out. Azan MAN plugged the copper plug and twisted the wall of the pipe at the thick end.

"Let's get him to sit up straight on his knees and strip naked. Azan MAN said. Kaohsiung conductor Mr. Tang knelt straight opposite Azan MAN, with his back to him, and Azan MAN asked me to bring a copper basin in the corner of the house, which contained clear water, but it emitted a strange smell, with medicinal and spice smells, and there seemed to be some pepper smell, which I couldn't tell. Azan Man took a white cloth casually, dipped it in this water and wiped it on Mr. Tang's back a few times, and then used this cloth to pad the tip of the copper pipe, and asked me to tell Mr. Tang that he could endure the pain, and that he couldn't move with his eyes closed and couldn't speak, and then turned off his mobile phone.

Mr. Tang did everything he said, and Azan MAN began to stab the talisman. He recited the mantra for two or three minutes before pricking and then began to pin down. Perhaps because of the frequent stabbing of symbols, Azan MAN did not type the manuscript with a pen, but directly and quickly stabbed it. At first, I couldn't see the pattern at all, but after twenty minutes, I gradually realized that it was originally a pattern of baby shooting, but it was very abstract, except for the curved horn on the top of the head, the pattern was basically composed of distorted mantras, and the base was all mantras.

After stabbing the baby, Azan MAN stabbed the mantra on the top of the head and the base of the baby's Dharma Xiang, like a line running through the entire Dharma Xiang, up to the back of Mr. Tang's neck, and down to the waist, as if the baby was being led by a rope. At the same time as piercing this line, Azan MAN began to keep blessing with mantras, I saw Mr. Tang half-hanging his head, facial muscles tense, clenching his teeth, as if in pain, the fan in the corner of the house shook his head back and forth, whirring, but the sweat on Mr. Tang's forehead was still dripping down, I also love to sweat, looking at Mr. Tang's appearance, I even felt hotter.

After finally stabbing it, the pattern around Mr. Tang's back was all red and swollen, and Azan MAN asked me to take a clean towel, soak the French oil in the copper basin and pour it on Mr. Tang's back for a few more minutes, which can play a role in reducing swelling and relieving pain. I thought to myself, it turns out that the oil can also be used as disinfectant.