Chapter 5: Witch's Song

In those years, Qin Mu's skills in medicine could be considered passable; at least he did not waste the judge's pen and the Yin-Yang cauldron in his hands. However, his abilities in divination were utterly dismal, to the point that even an average Taoist could perform calculations, yet he could not. If it were not for the fact that shamanic rituals were not solely focused on divination, Qin Mu might have starved to death long ago

"Don't!" Zhu Tian exclaimed with some pain, his face already filled with trepidation. He did not dare to say much more and immediately recounted his situation to Qin Mu in detail, fearing that if he delayed, Qin Mu would demand an additional ten or eight years.

Zhu Tian was still in a daze when he suddenly heard someone speaking, and it was a fox that was talking. As Qin Mu helped him up, he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Bai in the corner, "Did I just hear it speaking?"

At this moment, Qin Mu resembled a salesperson, leaving Zhu Tian in a daze, and even Xiao Bai was astonished, almost exclaiming, "Mu Mu, when did your skills improve to this level?"

Zhu Tian's face was already drenched in tears. He regretted not coming to this clinic yesterday. Now, it felt so refreshing to pour out all these absurd things. Zhu Tian raised his head, wiped his face haphazardly, and stared at the young man in front of him without blinking.

Doctor Qin! The topic was about successfully transferring Qin Mu, but unexpectedly, Zhu Tian grabbed Qin Mu's hand and said with great excitement: "Doctor Qin, please save me!"

Upon hearing that Zhu Tian encountered Qian Shan while dining at the night market, Qin Mu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is Qian Shan?" He had not seen this person in his deductions.

I actually feel that he was dazed by your finger," Xiaobai said candidly.

Doctor Qin's handwriting is... well... not bad. Zhu Tian was at a loss for words to describe it; he had not received an education, and coupled with the fact that Qin Mu's handwriting was truly uncomplimentary, Zhu Tian could only feel that this doctor's writing was crooked and awkward. It was simply a perfect match for this building. However, thinking of the doctors in hospitals who write prescriptions with their own flamboyant styles, some of whom were even worse than the one before him, he suddenly felt a sense of respect.

"No, how could a fox speak, hahaha..." Qin Mu shook his head and laughed, "How did you end up here?" Qin Mu asked knowingly, as he had long used divination to deduce the reason.

It is still better this way. This fat man has been in a state of panic for several days; he needs some mental relaxation. If we continue to question him, he is likely to break down. Qin Mu said wearily, although it was just a small segment of "Zhu Ge," he was already out of breath, giving a wry smile and saying, "My skills are lacking."

In a spirit of mutual joy, Zhu Tian used his 30 years of life as a bargaining chip to gain assistance from Qin Mu

"The three photos in the email are the appearances of the three individuals after their deaths, aren't they?" Qin Mu inquired speculatively

Looking at the large man before him, who resembled a sieve, Qin Mu realized that it was not appropriate to continue questioning. If he persisted, this man might be frightened to death by those memories. Sometimes, this is how people are; at the moment of action, they feel nothing, but when recalling those experiences, they begin to feel a twinge of fear.

However, I did not expect that the result of my phone call for confirmation would be that all three of them were gone, and their deaths were exactly the same as described in that email. Jin Chen died by suicide; he used an axe to cut open his own neck. Lian Xiangnan drank boiling molten iron and was burned alive, while Qian Shan drowned. That email contained three photos. At this point, Zhu Tian was filled with extreme fear, his speech was intermittent, and he was trembling all over, almost unable to hold his cigarette.

The segment of the witch song sung by Qin Mu is merely a small excerpt from Chapter 10, specifically intended for concentration and nurturing. After listening to the song, one may feel relaxed and fall into a deep sleep. The latter half of Chapter 10, however, deals with the act of strangling those who are in a dream state. As for whether it is possible to achieve a lethal effect through sound, Qin Mu does not know, as he has never conducted such an experiment

Xiao Bai secretly gave a thumbs up, not bad, knowing how to respond with a rhetorical question, let's see what Qin Mu has to say this time, hum, techniques, that is Qin Mu's weakest area

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow, feeling an indescribable strangeness as he looked at Zhu Tian, who wore a face of sadness and desolation. He recalled the day Zhu Tian entered, his face marked by an otherworldly aura, and his expression grew a bit more serious. Several friends, who had played together since childhood, had unexpectedly gone their separate ways. It seemed that besides some nonsensical rivalry, there must be other factors at play, yet Zhu Tian did not speak the truth.

"Doctor Qin, this consultation fee..." Zhu Tian said somewhat awkwardly, "Is it possible to lower the consultation fee a bit?"

Qin Mu found an old brush from somewhere, licked it with his mouth, and opened a thread-bound booklet that would never appear again in this era. He neatly wrote the two characters "Zhu Tian" in small seal script.

It was merely a matter of youthful pride back then. Upon hearing Qin Mu inquire about this, Zhu Tian's face appeared somewhat unnatural as he flicked the ash from his cigarette, unsure whether it was a sense of nostalgia or sorrow: "After parting ways, we all kept in touch, but we no longer met. In our youth, we were naive, and a trivial dispute of pride remains unresolved to this day. If it weren't for receiving the email, I wouldn't have looked into it; it turns out none of the old friends from back then are still around."

Alright. Qin Mu noted down a few cryptic symbols in the booklet, then closed it with a snap. Only then did he smile brightly at Zhu Tian's expectant face: "You can briefly tell me about your situation, starting from the very beginning"

It is evident that the novice underestimated the reaction ability of his master. Qin, the official, said with utmost seriousness: "Oh, I see, Mr. Zhu. I hope you can directly inform me of some of your circumstances. Although I could ascertain your situation through divination, it would require a considerable amount of spiritual energy, which is unnecessary to waste, as you can tell me directly. However, if you insist on having me deduce it... then in that case... I would hope to increase the consultation fee... then in that case... I would hope to increase the consultation fee..."

Qianshan died last month! As soon as Zhu Tian mentioned Qianshan, he shuddered, and the image of Qianshan's laughing face surfaced in his mind. What was originally a very pale complexion now appeared even more pallid, as if he could collapse at any moment. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, trembling as he tried to light it.

Xiao Bai lightly returned to the table, and just by looking at Zhu Tian's expression, one could tell that it was not genuine praise. Yet Qin Da Sha still accepted it with a cheerful demeanor, looking utterly arrogant, which was simply infuriating. Alas... the misfortune of the Wu Sect, the misfortune of the Wu Sect. It is better not to see, as this little fox has actually laid down on the table and fallen asleep.

The "Wuge" is a collection of songs passed down orally by shamans throughout the ages, consisting of a total of thirty-three chapters. Each chapter requires the use of a staff or other props to achieve the best effect. The earliest Wuge was primarily used in sacrificial rites, where large-scale sacrificial activities led by shamans necessitated continuous chanting of the Wuge on the altar, accompanied by dance and the use of props, to facilitate communication with the deities.

Zhu Tian showed a troubled expression, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Qin Mu was speechless, um... this scene seemed to have occurred before. Qin Mu still pushed Zhu Tian's hand away in disgust, patted his shoulder, and said, "Get up and let's talk." Qin Mu sat back down at the only table in the living room, and Zhu Tian knew he had gone too far. Feeling quite embarrassed, he scratched his head and then sat down opposite Qin Mu.

Yet, there are still those who believe it. After listening to a lengthy discourse by Qin Mu, Zhu Tian looked at Qin Mu with eyes full of admiration: "A master, indeed, a master!" Zhu Tian's praises for Qin Mu were unending, almost rushing over to hug Qin Mu and give him a couple of hearty kisses.

Zhu Tian nodded vigorously, recalling the vivid red phrase "You are next" in Lia's room, and he couldn't help but shiver

Qin Mu was somewhat puzzled and curiously asked, "What kind of event has occurred that would lead a childhood friend to say such things?"

The young man sang a strange tune, "Zhu Tian, look at my fingers. The trajectory of my fingers' movements." As he spoke, his index finger seemed to draw a peculiar trajectory in front of Zhu Tian, who watched with unblinking eyes.

The Witch Songs are divided into thirty-three chapters in total. Chapters one to ten pertain to communication with deities, chapters eleven to twenty are classified as offensive, chapters twenty-one to thirty are for blessings, and the last three are categorized by Qin Mu as forbidden spells due to their unclear effects and extreme complexity, requiring a significant amount of spiritual power. To this day, Qin Mu has been unable to sing them all. These classifications were made by Qin Mu privately, and as a result, he has faced considerable punishment from the previous generation of witch priests, who accused him of desecrating the Witch Songs.

When Zhu Tian woke up, the first thing that caught his eye was the pair of bright, sparkling eyes of Xiao Bai. Seeing Zhu Tian awake, Xiao Bai was so excited that she momentarily lost herself, exclaiming: "Mu Mu, you are awake, you are awake!"

If there were no talisman water, Qin Mu's accuracy in divination would approach zero. Yet, he still pretended to be impressive. From a superficial perspective, most of what Qin Mu said to Boss Zhu was likely nonsense.

Xiao Bai listened with his ears twitching, those unscrupulous merchants, just a few more days, tsk tsk ... ...

Qin Mu was not so agitated as to forget everything; he waved Xiao Bai aside and squeezed in front of Zhu Tian, sincerely helping him up from the ground. Zhu Tian's seemingly expensive Armani was covered in a thick layer of dust on the back.

The little white beside her kept watching everything Qin Mu was doing: "You actually used 'Wuge', Mu Mu, why not just hypnotize him directly"

As Qin Mu hummed alternately in a lively and gentle manner, the expression of the fat man gradually relaxed, and he gently leaned on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

Qin Mu laughed and said: "As for the consultation fee... well, it's negotiable. You get what you pay for. If Boss Zhu is only willing to pay me in cash, then I can only guarantee Boss Zhu's safety for a few days. As for what happens afterward, that's no longer my concern..."

Qin Mu's gentle persuasion: "Boss Zhu, think about it, using thirty years of your lifespan in exchange for a lifetime of peace, how cost-effective is that? As soon as you came in, I calculated this for you. You have a blessed and long life, living past a hundred years is not a problem. This is just a reduction of thirty years; for you, thirty years merely makes your lifespan the same as an ordinary person, which is not a loss at all..." As soon as you came in, I calculated this for you. You have a blessed and long life, living past a hundred years is not a problem. This is just a reduction of thirty years; for you, thirty years merely makes your lifespan the same as an ordinary person, which is not a loss at all..."

With the numbness from the tobacco, Zhu Tian let out a long breath and gave a bitter smile: "Qian Shan grew up with me... I only learned about this recently. If it weren't for that inexplicable email this morning, I wouldn't have reached out to those old friends. After all, we had agreed back then that we would never meet again in this lifetime."

Qin Mu rubbed his temples in annoyance. The chubby man across from him had his head buried in his hands, looking sorrowful. Qin Mu glanced at him and said, "Chubby, look at me."

Such a strange melody echoed in his ears, and Zhu Tian's originally fearful heart gradually calmed down. He felt a warm force rising within him, a gentle power that enveloped him, allowing his tense nerves to slowly relax, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep

Because Zhu Tian's tonnage has reached a level that even Qin Mu reveres, Xiao Bai and Qin Mu have unanimously decided to wait for Zhu Tian to recover on his own, rather than transferring him.

Subsequent generations of "witch songs" have made some modifications based on the original foundation. Qin Mu, who lacks a musical aptitude, invested considerable effort in learning these songs back in the day, as there are no documented records of the blessing songs; they rely solely on the memories of the previous generation of shamans, which significantly increases the difficulty of learning them.

Zhu Tian's hands were trembling, and after several attempts, he was unable to light the cigarette. Qin Mu, unable to bear the sight, reached out to light it for him, to which Zhu Tian repeatedly expressed his gratitude

After reaching an agreement, Zhu Tian suddenly felt as if he had lost something after pressing his fingerprint. Regardless of whether this feeling was real or not, it left him quite displeased. After paying the consultation fee, upon hearing Qin Mu say this, he responded with some dissatisfaction, "Aren't you able to calculate? Why don't you give it a try?"

Qin Mu: "... ..."