Otherworldly Merchant
Chapter 482: The Talented Musician Paganini

People were weirdat times. Last night, when we were in deadly danger, I hated that I couldn’t just pull Li Mazi and run away from this place. I didn’t want to linger in this churchfor even one second. As the danger was nowgone, I became curious about the female ghost’s identity.

That ghost must have been dormant in this church for quite a long time.If not, the churchshouldn’t havethat much Yin energy!

Moreover, since it had transformed into thatred ring-shapedobject, it was enough to prove that the ghost wasn’t a departed soul. It was a spirit that had taken shelter inanotherworldly item.

Otherworldly merchantsarealways curious about otherworldly items. It’slike when a farmerseesanotherfarmerwitha better crop even though they cultivated on the same land. Of course, hewouldwant to know the other man’s technique.

It didn’t matter whetherIcould get the item or not.It was an occupational habit!

Li Mazi understood my idea. Moreover, hewas alsointerestedin this otherworldly item. We started to searcharoundthe church. Eventually, we found a violin inside a leather suitcase that was coveredina thick layer of dust.

Yesterday, when the female ghost appeared for the first time, she had used the melodic music from a violin to bewitch us. I could feel the Yin energyfromthe violin in front of us.Ithought it was the otherworldly item where the ghost was dwelling!

However, after studying the musical instrument, wedidn’t find anythingspecial about it. The wooden body of the instrument had some cracks, and the only thing I found interesting was that the violin’s four strings were light red, which was similar to the rope Li Mazi had used to hang himself last night.

Even so, I didn’t see anything strange about those strings. I felt somewhat disappointed.

Li Mazi pushed me a few times.“LittleBrother Zhang, if this stuff can nurture such a powerfulandfurious spirit, it should be worth a lot of money. Should we take it?”

“No. Immortal Lu is right.Weshouldfollow therules when in a foreign country.”

I sighedand putthe violin backinits suitcase. I wiped off the dust on the leather suitcase and left with Li Mazi.

On the way back, I noticed that thebruiseson Li Mazi’s neck had almost disappeared, and only afaint gray line remained.Thiswas a normal physiological phenomenon. It would disappear completely in a few days. I could now ease my worries.

When wereturnedto the hotel, Ru Xue and Yin Xinyue’s eyes were teary. They began to sob loudly as they had thought that they wouldn’t be able to see us again. Li Mazi and I had to exert a lot of effort to comfort them.

After this incident, weweren’t inthe mood to continue our tour. Since Li Mazi and I needed to rest, we decided to stay in the hotel for another day. Then,we would fly back home.

Unexpectedly, after a nap, thebruisereappeared on Li Mazi’s neck.

Moreover, it looked evenbigger. The thumb-sized wide bruise hada lot ofblistersthat werethesize of a grain ofrice.They wouldburst and ooze bloody pus after just agentle contact. Li Mazi didn’t dare to talk, drink, or eat. He had to endurethehorrible pain even when he gulped his saliva.

When Ru Xue wasn’t watching him, he seized the chance and typed a line of words on his phone. He showed it tome. “LittleBrother Zhang, this time,I don’t think I’ll make it. You should give me a quick death!”

I felt like my heart was bleeding, but I didn’t know what to do. The neckwasdifferent from other body parts. If we were careless, hewouldreally die!

Left with no choice, I had to ask Yin Xinyue and Ru Xue to stay in the hotel while I was going totakeLi Mazibackto the church. This time, even if Lu Dongbin didn’t agree, I would try to kill that ghost!

I had given her a chance,and she didn’t appreciate it. Sinceshe wanted to kill Li Mazi, I had to deal with her!

When we passed by the lobby, the staff member that had reminded me yesterday saw us and greeted us. He gaveus a thumbs-up.I guessed he thought we were awesomebecausewehad returnedalive after dealing with that ghost.

I was worriedaboutLi Mazi, so I just gave him a polite nod and proceeded to the door.

Unexpectedly, when the young staffer saw the bruise on Li Mazi’s neck, his face turned pale. He screamed, “Your friend is poisoned. You must help him detoxify it!Otherwise,he will die soon!”

Itappeared as though he knew this sickness. I haltedto listento him.

It turned out that the church behind the hotel was called‘Ghost Castle.’

People who visited that place wouldwake up at nightandfind abruiseon their neck. Fortunately, a doctor in this neighborhood could treat this sickness, so all the victims were cured.

I was bewilderedand feltuncertain. “Youmean...Theplace is haunted but no one has died yet. Is thatright?”

“Yeah, it’s true.” The staff member nodded.

We then introduced ourselves. He was a local Italianwho workedas a waiter in this hotel. He was called Marco.

He was really friendly. He said,“Zhang, I know that doctor’s address. Do you need me to take you there?”

“Yes. Thank you.” I felt touched.

Then, I got intoMarco’s car with Li Mazi. On the way, I kept thinking about one issue.If that female ghost had never killed anybody, she wasn’t a malicious spirit.Why did shepester Li Mazi?

Fromwhattook placethis morning, she seemed tohavespared Li Mazi. Why did she change her mind all of a sudden? Did something happen that we didn’t know about?

I decided to go back to that church to check after Li Mazi got his neck treated. If possible, I would help that female ghostascend.

The doctor was calledPaolo. He lived on a ranch in the West of Milan around a dozen miles away from the hotel. There were so many bridges andnarrow streetsalong the way, butMarcoseemed to know the route well.

Before entering Dr.Paolo’s ranch, I secretly asked,“How do you know this place so well?”

“Haha.Dr.Paolo’s my father!”

I was speechless.

When we met Dr.Paolo, he was playing golf. He was a chubby,middle-aged man with an aquiline nose.Hiseyes were small but bright.He was the same sort of person asSenior Shu. They both had a humble appearancebut were incrediblytalented!

However, I didn’t expect thatPaolocould speak Chinese fluently. Moreover,he sounded very professional, and he only askedLi Maziabout the disease.He didn’t ask whatwe had encounteredorwhat we had experienced.

Dr.Paoloasked us to wait after Li Mazi told himhow he felt,headingto theranch-stylehouse. We didn’t know what he was up to. After about fifteen minutes, he came back with a bowl of dark paste and a bottle of golden olive oil.

Paoloasked Li Mazi to drinka little bit ofolive oil. Then, he applied the dark paste onthebruise.

From theconfident expression of the father and the son, I thought this treatment would work. However,it wasbeyondmy expectation that itwould workso quickly. After smearing the paste on Li Mazi’s neck,Paoloread something in Italian. Then, the bruise disappeared at a speed the naked eye could observe!

Li Mazi could speak again in less than ten minutes!

Of course, I understood it wasn’tanordinary medical treatment.However,it was none of my business. Li Mazi was cured, and that was all that mattered. I didn’t need topry into their secrets.

As I was thinkingaboutvisitingthe Ghost Castle one more time, Imustered my courageand askedPaoloif he knew the story there.

He lifted his cup of coffee and asked, “Friends from China, do you know Paganini?”

“Yes, I know him. He was a great violinist!” I nodded.

From what I had heard, Paganini was thecreatorof many violin songs in the world. I didn’t know anything else about him. However,ifPaolomentioned his name, the violin in the leather suitcase should have something to do with him!

Unexpectedly,Paoloseemed to be stimulated after I said that. “No! Hedoesn’tdeservepraise. He was a devil. A pure devil fromheadto toe!”

Paolo told me thatPaganini was just a street artist, and not many people liked his songs at that time. His violin performances on the street could barely help him make ends meet. Later, a young and beautiful female violinistfell in love withhim. She even imparted him with her unique skills.

Paganini’s life changed greatly ever since then. However, his violin performance had always been inferior to his teacher, who was also his lover.

Later on, Paganini cruelly murdered his teacher. He disemboweled the womanand usedher intestines to make the four strings of his violin.

From that day onward, Paganini’s music seemed to have magic thatcould makepeople infatuated with it. He started to gain fame and glory.

In his later years, Paganini suffered from a serious mental sickness, which eventually took his life. On his deathbed, heconfessed the truth. Paganini’s titleasa devil genius was spread from there.

My heart ached afterI listenedto the story.Thatwoman had loved the wrong man,and I couldn’t understand what kind of thoughts or state of mind Paganini had when he killed his lover.

It was nowonder the ghost of the female violinist hadn’t left this world.Although her resentful energy was sky-reaching, in the last moment, she would control hermind. She never wanted to kill anybody.

“You want to help her?”Paoloasked me with interest.

We hadn’t said anything, but we both knew what the other partywanted to do.There was no need to say anything.

I nodded and smiled. “Shouldn’t I help her?”

“Good luck to you, my friend. Good luck to her, too!”Paolosmiledand hugged me. Then, he got on his horseand gallopedaround his ranch.

Before leaving, I gaveMarcoa jade thatI had kept on mefor many years. My grandpahad givenme this blessed jade when he was alive. It could help avoid bad luck and neutralize the danger.Marcodidn’t refuse itandgraciouslyreceivedthe item.

I was happy tobefriend himand his father!

When we returned to the hotel, the sky was dark. To not make Yin Xinyue and Ru Xue worried, Li Mazi and Ivisited them before headingtoward the church. We wanted to see the female ghost and ask her if she hadsomething she needed help with.

When we were about to reach theentranceto the church, wesmelleda horrible stench. It was pretty much the sameasthe pungent smell we hadsmelledwhen we first encountered the ghost.

Normally, if no one trespassed the church,the ghostwouldn’t show up. But if someonewasin there now, who would it be? The locals didn’t dare to visit this church.

We didn’t turn on the flashlightand madeour wayintothe church.

I vaguely heard someonetalkin Chinese. Moreover, I seemed tohaveheard this voice somewhere before.

Since the distance was far and the voice was low, we could somewhat understand the conversation. That Chinese man was threatening the ghost. He wantedher to pester Li Mazi one more time. Otherwise, he would smash her soul!

“Screw it! I want to see whothat bastard is!”

Li Mazi couldn’t stand still when he heard the voice. He jumpedand lungedtoward the shadow.

I wasalso furious.What theheckis going on here? Some fellow from mycountrywasplotting againstme in a foreign country?

It seemed that ever since we had come to Milan, we had stepped into the other party’s trap.

The other party heard the noiseand shonethe flashlight on us. When that person saw us, he was bewildered. He didn’t care about the female ghost and rushedto the back of the church. When Li Mazi and Igot there, he was nowhere to be seen. Hehad runfaster than a rabbit.

However,as we were about to leave, Li Mazi stepped on a solid object. He stooped and saw a domestic mobile phone from our country.

Iunlockeditand tried to find some clues. Unexpectedly, thelastcallsthis personhad receivedwerefrom…

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