Give Me the Key
The pain came without warning. Though Lotus Incense threw all her strength into going berserk, she couldn't so much as touch Qian San.
The old woman and the little girl left were even more helpless to resist.
Qian San quickly subdued all three women and tied Lotus Incense up. In despair, she asked him why he was doing this.
Qian San didn't hide the truth from her. He said plainly that he wanted to make a vengeful ghost puppet, one he could use.
The requirements were strict. Even one wouldn't be enough—not enough for him to defeat the child in the organization who had caught Master of Ten Thousand's attention.
So he came up with a plan. He would join together women who were related by blood and whose birth charts were entirely yin, born in a yin year, yin month, yin day, and yin hour, to create a "stitched ghost."
Finding one person with an entirely yin birth chart was easy. Finding three who were related by blood was exceptionally difficult.
So Qian San searched for a long time before he finally found Lotus Incense's family.
And to keep the stitched ghost under control, he needed to establish a connection between ghost and human. With the husband as the head of the household, Qian San had a way to use the name of husband and wife to control Lotus Incense's stitched ghost after her death.
That was why he had put on this whole act of pretending to be a blind fortune-teller.
Her little sister was young and didn't understand much, but she knew death was near and began to cry in terror.
The grandmother was grief-stricken. She sighed deeply, a numbness settling over her as she hugged the little girl close and kept telling