”Professor“ of Human Physiology
Wang Dajun, a typical northern hooligan, was dressed in a black mink coat, tight-fitting jeans, and polished leather shoes. Essential for the thug look was a thick gold necklace around his neck. As he stepped out of his Mercedes, two lackeys followed him, one carrying a bag and the other holding a phone. This ensemble could easily rival the status of provincial and ministerial officials.
In the northern region, all thugs adhered to a uniform style. These essentials were non-negotiable; otherwise, you wouldn't be considered a true thug.
Every night, regardless of the hour, Wang Dajun would visit the Jinghong Hotel. In his own words, his body needed to vent the excess heat, and if he didn't release it, he wouldn't be able to pull up his pants the next day.
Entering the hotel, the staff lined up to greet him. Those who recognized him nodded and addressed him as "Jun Ge" or "Dajun." Those unfamiliar would wonder how this guy was so impressive that he commanded such respect.
Waving to the hotel manager, Wang Dajun, accompanied by his two lackeys, entered the elevator. He asked, "Did we get any new merchandise recently?"
"Brand new and absolutely pure. Just finished training and untouched by anyone. I've kept her for you. I'll have her cleaned up for you later in the evening. You can just mount and ride," the manager replied.
"I like your straightforwardness. There's potential in you. In the future, within Tangshan's big brother circle, there'll be a place reserved for you." Exiting the elevator, Wang Dajun let his lackeys roam freely and went into a suite. Swiftly undressing after a quick shower, he sprawled on the bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
In less than ten minutes, a knock on the door interrupted Wang Dajun. Stark naked, he opened the door. A woman in a short skirt and white blouse stood outside, her head bowed. Visible scars adorned her exposed skin.
"Come in, Jun Ge will give you a lesson in physiology. Let's explore the origins of humanity. Let me tell you, Jun Ge is an authority in this field, having practiced for many years. He has mastered theories that ordinary people may never comprehend in their lifetime. His practical experience is extremely rich, with a rising trend towards the pinnacle of physiological studies," Wang Dajun swayed his hips, grabbing the woman and pushing her onto the bed. "Theory combined with practice is the best way to verify the truth. Let's ascend to the clouds together."
Just as Wang Dajun was deep into his discussion on human origins with the woman beneath him, the room's temperature suddenly dropped slightly. A shadowy figure materialized, its eyes revealing an irresistible gleam. Baring its fangs, the figure lunged towards the woman beneath Wang Dajun.
At the critical moment, the woman beneath suddenly opened her eyes wide, staring directly at Wang Dajun. Startled, he shivered, "Why are you staring at me? It's not time for exchanging glances yet. Focus on the lesson. Damn it, it's only been ten minutes, can't you concentrate?"
"Wang Dajun, I want your life," the possessed woman suddenly opened her mouth wide, her hands wrapping tightly around Wang Dajun's neck as she viciously bit towards it.
Terrified, Wang Dajun shuddered, "What are you doing? It's insane!" Quickly pushing the woman away, he jumped off the bed, his shoulder blade bearing a large chunk bitten off, blood oozing profusely.
The woman possessed by the ghost stood up rigidly from the bed, her eyes round and staring. Baring her teeth and claws, she pounced towards him.
"Damn, gone mad!" Wang Dajun, bewildered, forgot to dodge. The possessed woman floated towards him, a scene that seemed very unscientific to Wang Dajun, who had spent years studying human anatomy at its peak.
Stunned, Wang Dajun forgot to evade. The possessed woman suddenly grabbed him, locking her hands around his neck. Wang Dajun's eyes bulged, feeling like he was caught in a tightening curse. The grip around his neck was getting tighter and tighter.
Just as Wang Dajun was about to give in, a message echoed in the ghost's head: "Release him. You can't take his life. Someone will avenge him. If you kill him, your sins will worsen. Thinking of reincarnation is a delusion. I will intervene and end you."
The ghost's hand paused, struggling with indecision. The warning from Xiang Que made her hesitate. Should she kill Wang Dajun immediately, or wait for someone else to take care of him later? She couldn't decide. For a vengeful spirit like her, seeking revenge was the only obsession.
Xiang Que sighed and conveyed another message, "Do you still want me to swear an oath or something? You know, we Feng Shui practitioners rarely make promises to entities like you. Once spoken, it brings karmic consequences. I won't let a small ghost like you jeopardize my cultivation. You should understand who has more to lose. I warn you for the last time, release him, or I'll end you."
The ghost no longer hesitated. She knew that Xiang Que could easily extinguish her without further warnings. Releasing her grip, she gasped for breath. Wang Dajun, relieved, quickly opened the door and ran out stark naked. Just as he emerged, he saw three of his subordinates heading towards him, their demeanor changed.
"Boss, this world is too crazy. We were just teaching some human physiology, and we almost lost our lives," one of them said, their tone altered.
"What? Damn it!" Wang Dajun was dumbfounded. Two of his subordinates had pieces of flesh missing from their necks, and another had half of his face bitten off.
If Xiang Que hadn't warned them in succession, Wang Dajun and his men would undoubtedly have been devoured by the four female ghosts tonight, leaving only bones and scraps. The four women, deceived into coming to the Jinghong Hotel, would not only have lost their lives but also harbored immense resentment. If Wang Dajun hadn't previously invited the consecrated deity to guard the hotel, this group of people would have been done for.
"Let's go, to my office," Wang Dajun finally realized.
When he had invited the consecrated deity to the hotel, a monk had performed the ritual, and Wang Dajun had paid a considerable amount for it. The monk had warned him that if anything bizarre happened in the hotel, it would be a sign that the consecrated deity had been disrupted.
The monk had seen through Wang Dajun, understanding that his accumulated grievances would bring imminent disaster. Therefore, after taking Wang Dajun's money, the monk had given him a warning. If the hotel's deity was disrupted, Wang Dajun was supposed to return to his office, where a Buddha statue had been enshrined. That statue, having received offerings and prayers, wouldn't be easily disturbed.