After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 39 - 00 Seven Arrows with Nail Head Seeking Recommendation and Monthly Tickets
39: 0039 Seven Arrows with Nail Head (Seeking Recommendation and Monthly Tickets)
39: 0039 Seven Arrows with Nail Head (Seeking Recommendation and Monthly Tickets)
When he got home, he saw Huang Kaiwen was still awake.
Barbara immediately rushed over, passionately sharing how much she missed him.
“Dear, you have no idea how terrifying Africa can be.”
“You must be exhausted.”
Huang Kaiwen said, steeling himself.
With Barbara’s return, he would soon meet those wizards, and Huang Kaiwen was feeling uneasy.
“It’s so poor there; many children have nothing to eat.”
Hearing the young lady say this, Huang Kaiwen immediately looked at her warily and asked, “Did you donate money?”
“No, but I plan to encourage others to donate.”
“Good, being charitable is commendable.”
Huang Kaiwen patted the young lady’s back and laughed.
Using your own money for charity is one thing, but using others’ money is another matter entirely.
We’re not donating money; we’re just providing a platform.
By the end, the reputation will still be ours, and who knows, we might even make some money.
There’s not much money at home to begin with, less than two hundred million euros; continuing with charity would eventually lead to bankruptcy.
Seeing how sensible the young lady was, Huang Kaiwen gave her a princess carry into the house.
Thunder from the sky met fire from the earth, and they reveled till dawn.
The next day was a holiday, and Huang Kaiwen had no plans to get up early.
But he hadn’t even fully woken up when the young lady woke him up.
“Hmm?”
Huang Kaiwen, half-asleep, glared fiercely at the young lady, thinking that if she didn’t have a good reason, no one would get out of bed today.
“Get ready, I’ve brought the wizards over to break the curse for you.”
Huang Kaiwen: “…”
“Honey, hurry up, the wizards I invited are all very well-known.”
What else could Huang Kaiwen say?
He could only obediently get out of bed, wash up, and wait for those charlatans to arrive.
Barbara’s efficiency was no joke.
Approximately 40 minutes later, four “highly powerful” wizards were already standing in Huang Kaiwen’s living room.
Before Huang Kaiwen could speak, Barbara had pushed him onto the couch.
Then, the four wizards examined Huang Kaiwen as if they were visiting a zoo.
It was unclear what was wrong with them; they were almost in his face.
Seeing nails that were over 10 centimeters long, Huang Kaiwen was afraid that any slight movement could disfigure him.
One wizard, covered in face paint and with astonishingly yellow teeth, had a smell so bad that Huang Kaiwen didn’t even know how to describe it; it made him want to vomit.
“Evil spirits are at work, evil spirits are at work.”
“Kurulu has told me that this is a malicious blood curse, it needs holy medicine to be lifted.”
“Bleeding, we must let blood!”
Listening to the wizards speaking in either French or English, Huang Kaiwen found it unreliable.
Especially the one talking about bloodletting; are you sure you didn’t learn that from 18th-century European medical practices?
So many figures of history had literally been bled to death.
A group of rulers’ descendants, possibly all believers in God, could they actually summon the local African gods?
Huang Kaiwen placed his last hope on the wizard who hadn’t spoken yet and was dressed in animal skins.
Noticing the benefactor looking at him.
This wizard immediately spoke up, in a perfect London accent: “I’ve encountered such curses before.
They were cast using the caster’s own blood and are terribly difficult to dispel.
Fortunately, I have brought the remains of a previous shaman.”
Damn!
Huang Kaiwen felt like he wouldn’t survive the day.
Under the threatening gaze of the young lady, Huang Kaiwen resigned himself to his fate.
Half an hour later, in his own yard.
The Ababa wizard was stirring a large pot, continuously pulling out dark things from a bag of urea and throwing them in; Huang Kaiwen recognized dried lizards, but not the other items.
He swirled his large stick around his twisting body, muttering under his breath, looking just like a villain from “The Smurfs”.
Huang Kaiwen sat on the side, with a Gugulitu witch doctor covered in tattoos and wearing a mask, hopping around him, endlessly waving a long spear.
Seeing his colleague stealing his show, the Kurulu witch doctor with a coconut tied to his staff also started performing his rituals, throwing powder into the campfire which flared intermittently.
Huang Kaiwen seriously doubted he was throwing in white phosphorus.
Finally, Oliseba, with his long fingernails, under Huang Kaiwen’s desperate resistance, finally gave up on bloodletting therapy, but his curses were still very bloody.
Sacrificing ten chickens for their blood, he took out a primate’s skull, dunked it in, and started chanting.
These witch doctors from Africa each displayed their supernatural abilities, terrifying Huang Kaiwen.
Seeing the unease on Huang Kaiwen’s face, Barbara gently persuaded him, “Dear, just endure a little, it will be over.
These are some of the most renowned witch doctors in Africa.
Ababa comes from Nigeria, and he’s helped many high-profile figures before.
Oliseba specializes in countering witchcraft, a renowned witch-killer, he will surely get revenge for you.
The Kurulu witch doctor once cast a spell that wiped out an entire tribe…”
After a while, Oliseba, who had arrived first, fished out the skull.
Huang Kaiwen asked with a look of despair, “There’s no meat on this, how do I eat it?”
“Smash it, smashing it will break the curse.”
Huang Kaiwen, now elated from hell to heaven, immediately complied, violently smashing the primate skull.
The two dance-performing witch doctors also finished their task quickly, as it was all physically demanding work.
Unfortunately, Huang Kaiwen eventually could not escape Ababa’s magical potion.
He grimaced and drank it, a taste indescribable surging from his crown down to his lower body.
Huang Kaiwen rushed to the bathroom immediately.
By the afternoon, after more than 20 trips to the restroom, Huang Kaiwen was still suffering from vomiting and diarrhea.
It got a bit better after 4 p.m.
“Master.”
Albert knocked on the study door and came in, saying, “There’s a witch doctor outside asking to see you.”
“Don’t see him, haven’t I said it before?
No effectiveness, no payment.”
Huang Kaiwen grumbled, waving his hand from the desk.
“But he said he came especially from China.”
“Really?”
Huang Kaiwen, although skeptical that a compatriot could treat his systemic disease, saw no harm in meeting him.
“Bring him in.”
A few minutes later, a bald man joined them in the study.
“Master Huang, I am here today specifically to resolve your issue.”
“Oh?”
Huang Kaiwen looked at him with a forced smile, asking, “How does the master plan to resolve it?”
“To treat the symptoms without treating the root cause is equal to not treating at all.
I plan to kill the person who cast the spell from the source, to let all the witches in the world know you are not to be messed with.
Next time, no one will dare to touch you.”
Holy shit, this guy is ruthless.
Huang Kaiwen had not expected him to be so blunt; could it be a Shaolin Martial Monk taking up freelance work?
Was this, like, assassination on demand?
Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s changing expression, the bald man took out a worn, ancient book from his cloth bag and presented it before Huang Kaiwen, saying, “The ancient treasure, the Book of Seven Arrows, Master Huang must have heard of it.
No one can escape it, once used, that witch doctor is done for.”
“Hold on, master,”
Huang Kaiwen sat up, legs crossed, and asked, “I heard this treasure belongs to Lu Ya, how come it ended up in your hands?”
“You only know one part and not the other.
Back in the days, during the Western religion era, this treasure was destined for our church.
Lu Ya bestowed it onto our second religious leader, and thus it came into our possession.”
Holy shit, that sounds so logical.
This really feels like the Western Church.
But don’t you fucking know that the ‘Investiture of the Gods’ is bullshit?
I’m a college graduate, at least.
You think you can deceive me, treating me like a fool?
Huang Kaiwen clapped continuously, pressing a bell to call Albert in.
“Since the master possesses such a valuable treasure, then, please, stay in Milan to perform your spell.
I know the Book of Seven Arrows requires 21 days to work; I’ll pay immediately if it’s effective.”
“Albert, find two bodyguards to protect the master well, even when he goes to the toilet, don’t let him out of the bodyguards’ sight.”
Watching the con artist being dragged away by the old butler, Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth hard.
You just wait if it doesn’t work in 21 days.
Today, having swallowed a bellyful of ‘magical’ medicine and not knowing how to vent his anger, Huang Kaiwen found someone had just delivered themselves to him.
