Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book

Returning home, Huang Kaiwen saw that Barbara was still awake.

Barbara immediately rushed over, pouring out her longing with enthusiasm.

"Darling, you have no idea how terrifying Africa is."

"You've worked hard."

Huang Kaiwen said, biting the bullet.

He knew that once Barbara returned, he would have to meet those witch doctors, and Huang Kaiwen felt uneasy about it.

"It's so poor there; many children have nothing to eat."

Hearing the young lady say this, Huang Kaiwen immediately looked at her vigilantly and asked, "Did you donate money?"

"No, but I'm preparing to mobilize others to donate."

"Good, having a kind heart is a good thing."

Huang Kaiwen patted the young lady's back and said with a smile.

What kind of skill is it to do charity with your own money? Doing charity with other people's money is the right way.

We won't donate money; we'll just provide the platform.

When the time comes, the reputation will still be ours, and we might even make some money.

There wasn't much money at home to begin with—less than 200 million euros—and if they kept doing charity, it would be gone sooner or later.

Seeing how sensible the young lady was, Huang Kaiwen swept her up in a bridal carry and took her into the room.

Like thunder meeting earth fire, the joy lasted until dawn.

The next day was a holiday, and Huang Kaiwen didn't plan on getting up early.

But before he was even fully awake, he was called up by the young lady.

"Hmm?"

Huang Kaiwen, eyes bleary with sleep, glared fiercely at the young lady. If she didn't give him a reasonable explanation, no one was getting out of bed today.

"Go get ready. I've brought the witch doctors over to break your curse."

Huang Kaiwen: "..."

"Be good, get up quickly. The witch doctors I've invited are all very famous."

What else could Huang Kaiwen say? He could only get up, wash up, and wait for those charlatans to arrive.

Barbara's efficiency was no joke.

About 40 minutes later, four "powerful" witch doctors were already standing in Huang Kaiwen's living room.

Before Huang Kaiwen could say a word, he was pushed onto the sofa by Barbara.

Then, the four witch doctors began circling Huang Kaiwen, looking him up and down as if they were touring a zoo.

For some reason, they leaned in so close they were practically on his face.

Seeing their ten-centimeter-long fingernails, Huang Kaiwen was terrified that if he moved an inch, he would be disfigured.

The witch doctor covered in face paint had shockingly yellow teeth, and the smell from his mouth was indescribable; it made Huang Kaiwen want to vomit.

"Evil spirits are at work, evil spirits are at work!"

"Ukurukuru tells me this is a vicious blood curse that can only be removed with a divine medicine."

"Bloodletting, we must perform bloodletting!"

Hearing the witch doctors speaking French or English, Huang Kaiwen felt it was all nonsense.

Especially the one talking about bloodletting—are you sure you didn't learn that from an 18th-century European medical textbook?

There were plenty of important figures who had been bled to death.

A group of descendants of the colonized, who were probably all Christians—could they really summon local African gods?

Huang Kaiwen placed his last hope on the witch doctor who hadn't spoken yet, the one dressed in animal skins.

Noticing the financier looking at him, this witch doctor immediately spoke in a pure London accent: "I have seen this type of curse before. It is a vicious curse cast using the caster's own essence and blood. It is very difficult to resolve, but fortunately, I brought the remains of a former priest."

Damn it!

Huang Kaiwen felt he wouldn't survive the day.

Under the young lady's threatening gaze, Huang Kaiwen resigned himself to his fate.

Half an hour later, in his own courtyard.

Abeba the witch doctor set up a large pot, continuously pulling black, murky things out of a urea bag and throwing them in; Huang Kaiwen recognized dried lizards, but couldn't identify the rest.

He stirred the pot with a large stick, his body twisting as he chanted, looking exactly like a villain from The Smurfs.

Huang Kaiwen sat on the side while Gugulitu, a witch doctor wearing a mask and covered in tattoos, danced around him, waving a spear.

Kurulu, a witch doctor with a coconut tied to his staff, saw a colleague stealing his spotlight and began his own ritual dance, throwing powder into the bonfire as he jumped. The fire flared up in bursts, and Huang Kaiwen highly suspected he was throwing white phosphorus.

Finally, Oliseba, the one with the long fingernails, gave up on the bloodletting therapy after Huang Kaiwen resisted with his life, though his spell was still quite bloody.

He killed ten chickens for their blood, took out a primate skull to soak in it, and began to chant.

These witch doctors from Africa each showed their own unique skills, and Huang Kaiwen was terrified.

Seeing the unease on Huang Kaiwen's face, Barbara whispered, "Darling, just endure it and it will pass. These witch doctors are the most famous in Africa. Abeba is from Nigeria and has helped many important figures. Oliseba is particularly skilled at countering witchcraft and is a famous witch doctor killer; he will definitely help you get revenge. Kurulu once cursed a tribe with his witchcraft, and then that tribe disappeared..."

After waiting 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 am I supposed to eat it?"

"Smash it. Smashing it will break the curse."

Huang Kaiwen, going from hell to heaven, immediately followed instructions and smashed the primate skull to pieces.

The two dancing witch doctors finished quickly as well; after all, it was physical labor.

Unfortunately, Huang Kaiwen didn't escape Abeba's divine medicine in the end. He bit the bullet and drank it, and an indescribable taste shot from the top of his head straight down to his lower body.

Huang Kaiwen rushed to the bathroom immediately.

By the afternoon, having already visited the bathroom more than 20 times, Huang Kaiwen was still vomiting and suffering from diarrhea.

It wasn't until after 4 o'clock that he felt slightly better.

"Sir."

Albert knocked on the study door and walked in, saying, "There is a witch doctor outside asking to see you."

"Don't see him. Didn't I say that the reward is only for results?"

Huang Kaiwen, slumped over his desk, waved his hand irritably.

"But he said he came all the way from China."

"Really?"

Although Huang Kaiwen didn't believe a fellow countryman could cure his system-induced illness, there was no harm in meeting him.

"Bring him in."

A few minutes later, a bald man was in the study.

"Donor Huang, this humble monk has come today to solve your problem."

"Oh?"

Huang Kaiwen looked at the man with a fake smile and asked, "How does the Master plan to solve it?"

"Treating the symptoms but not the root cause is no treatment at all. I intend to kill the caster at the source, so that witch doctors all over the world will know you are not to be trifled with. Then, no one will dare to touch you again."

Damn, he was a ruthless one.

Huang Kaiwen hadn't expected the man to say that. Could it be a Shaolin monk out on a job?

Is this... Didi Assassination?

Seeing Huang Kaiwen's expression change, the bald man took a tattered ancient book from his cloth bag and presented it to Huang Kaiwen like a treasure, saying, "The ancient magical artifact, the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book. Donor Huang must have heard of it. No one can escape it. Once used, that witch doctor is dead for sure."

"That's not right, Master."

Huang Kaiwen sat up, crossed his legs, and asked, "I heard this artifact belongs to Lu Ya Daoist. How did it end up in your hands?"

"You only know one thing but not the other. In the early years, when it was still the Western Sect, this artifact had a connection with our sect. Lu Ya Daoist, in an act of kindness, gifted it to the two sect leaders, so it fell into our hands."

Damn, that sounds so reasonable.

This style really does sound like the Western Sect.

But don't you know that Investiture of the Gods is fiction?

I'm a college graduate, at least; are you trying to scam me like this? Do you take me for an idiot?

Huang Kaiwen clapped continuously and rang the bell to call Albert in.

"Since the Master has such a precious treasure, please stay in Milan to perform the ritual. I also know that the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book takes twenty-one days to perform. As long as it is effective, I will pay immediately."

"Albert, find two bodyguards to protect the Master well. Even if he goes to the bathroom, don't let the Master out of the bodyguards' sight."

Watching the scammer being dragged away by the old butler, Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth.

If it's not effective after 21 days, just you wait.

Huang Kaiwen, who had spent the day with a stomach full of "divine medicine," was just wondering how to vent his anger when someone delivered themselves to his door.

Thanks to Xingyun Ya for the tip.