Dean Lu quietly walked to the wall, stood beside the metal cart, used his body as a cover, blocked the camera, and took a small glass tube for blood test from the cart with his left hand and put it in his pocket.

Kaohsiung paced back and forth in the ward, looking impatient, sometimes peeking at me, and then at Dean Lu and the family members. I didn't understand what he meant, so I leaned over, and the two of them stood on the windowsill and looked out, Kaohsiung took out a cigar, sniffed it under his nose, and looked at me with a complicated look. I knew he had something to say to me, but now was not the time, or it was inconvenient, but unfortunately I was not a roundworm in his stomach and couldn't guess what he wanted to say.

Half an hour passed, and Azanbudan began to cast a spell, he used the unique spiritual control technique of the Ghost King Sect, the purpose was to re-use the Yin method to imprison the ghost baby spirit, re-bless, and make it obedient for a while. In fact, we all know that if there was no little ghost boy, this old man would have died a few months ago, and now he is purely using the infant spirit and the black law to renew his life. It was already a miracle to be able to live for five months, but it was beyond the confinement of the infant spirit, and it was up to Azanbudan to get it done. Azambudan sat between the bed and the window, with his back to the camera, so that he could not see it, and even if it was played back on the screen, at most he would feel that the person who came had been sitting and watching the old man.

Ten minutes later, suddenly the electrocardiograph made two "didi" sounds, and the old man's family hurriedly came over to see. I saw that the waveform of the ECG was beating very slowly before, but now the heart rate is actually increasing, from 278 to more than 30. The family members were all staring at the instrument, their expressions were surprised, and their hands were shaking. In this way, the heart rate of the instrument finally stabilized at about thirty-five or sixteen, and Azambudan also turned in the direction of the instrument and continued to chant the mantra. In order not to let the surveillance find out that it was boring, I deliberately walked to the right side of Azambudan, covered half of his face with my body, and pretended to look at the instrument. Dean Lu sat on the edge of the bed, and the two family members of the elderly were blocked by their bodies, he raised the old man's left hand, took out the automatic blood collection glass tube, punctured the old man's five fingers and belly, got a small half tube of blood, and quietly handed it to Kaohsiung.

Azanbudan blessed for more than ten minutes, and then opened his eyes, Kaohsiung whispered that the blessing was over, and the master would go next door in a while, and specially use the blood supply method to bless the little ghost boy in person. The family members breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. There was a knock on the door from outside, and I vaguely heard someone asking, "What's the matter? Is the ECG broken?"

Dean Lu walked over and opened the door: "Be quiet, didn't I tell you not to knock on the door?" The people outside looked inside, and someone asked what was going on, why did the old man's heart rate suddenly rise.

"Who knows!" Dean Lu shook his head: "Maybe he saw a philanthropist come to see him, the old man was in a good mood, and he recovered a little." Don't look at him, he can't open his eyes and can't speak, but his ears and hearing are normal, and his heart is clear. This answer obviously made the people suspicious, and the two slowly walked into the ward, came to the side of the instrument and looked at it carefully.

The three of us took the opportunity to come out, and Kaohsiung deliberately said with a heavy heart: "If you are sick like this, where can you recover? This is called returning to the light, I have seen too much!" The people in the corridor all heard his words and looked at each other with different expressions, but more people seemed very happy. At this time, Ah Wen cried and said that she had to die. Kaohsiung was in front, I was behind, sandwiched Azanbudan in the middle, came to the office that Dean Lu said and pushed the door in. There were several desks inside, filing cabinets against the wall, and a side door, but there was only one doctor. As soon as I was about to speak, he gestured to stop talking, locked the door, and pointed to the metal cabinet in the corner. He took out the key and opened the bottom layer, and removed a number of document bags, revealing a small black wooden box.

The doctor carefully took out the wooden box, as if afraid of breaking it, and several symbols were written on the lid with white paint. Kaohsiung took the wooden box and motioned for the doctor to avoid it first, but the doctor nodded, opened the side door and walked in. Kaohsiung opened the lid of the wooden box, revealing the ghost boy padded with a red cloth inside. It was black, lying on its side and curled up, no bigger than an adult's palm, with a square piece of gold leaf taped to it. Kaohsiung handed the small half-tube of blood to Azambudan, he opened the plastic cover of the glass tube, and slowly dripped the small amount of blood in it from head to toe on the ghost boy's body.

It's strange that this ghost boy seems to have been dried for a long time, and the blood drips into it immediately, and nothing can be seen. Azambudan placed the wooden box on his desk, held the ends of the box in both hands, and began to chant mantras in a low voice. Kaohsiung and I stood by the door, and I asked in a low voice, "Do you think these people are strange?"

"Don't talk too much. Kaohsiung replied. I was even more puzzled, and asked if you already knew the details. Kaohsiung listened with his ear to the door for a while, and asked me if I could see that the corridors were all rich people, I thought about it, they were indeed very well-dressed, and it was not clear whether they had money or not, but they should not be poor.

Kaohsiung said: "When I first drove to this street, there were a lot of mutual aid associations, see?" I nodded again and again, Kaohsiung said that he had known this kind of mutual aid associations for a long time, not only in Taiwan, but also in Hong Kong and Japan, but Hong Kong was previously under the jurisdiction of Britain, and now it is under the jurisdiction of China, and neither of these countries likes to engage in such inhumane things on a large scale, but Japan has a lot of them, because Taiwan was a Japanese colony in the early days, and everything can be learned from Japan.

I hurriedly asked, "Inhumane?" Amin said that the Mutual Aid Association is a charity that specializes in burying the elderly in families who cannot afford funeral expenses?" Kaohsiung said yes. I'm even more confused, so why do you say it's inhumane.

Kaohsiung snorted twice: "It was before, but it has already changed its taste in the later stage." People are gambling by nature, especially Asians, especially Chinese. Gradually, some people found business opportunities in it, and found that taking the old man's death as a bet was exciting and could do good deeds, so it became like this. "I was amazed, and I thought that from the time I walked into the mutual aid club opened by Amin's father, to the whole time I had passed through until now, I felt that something was not right.

"The bets are not insurance companies or trade associations at all, are they?" I asked. Kaohsiung said of course not, the two sides are usually mutual aid associations and rich people. Judging from the situation of the old man in this business, there must be more people who bet on him to die quickly, and the odds are low, and there are fewer people who bet on him to live for a long time, but the odds are also high. No matter who wins or loses, the family members of the elderly can indeed receive dividends, and the money is more than enough for the burial of the elderly. But sometimes, the family members of the elderly will also quietly bet in order to make more money.