Chapter 1459: The Black Magic Master

Cai Minghua has nothing now, but before he became penniless, this guy took out a sum of money in advance and invited a magician from Nanyang to come to Hong Kong to help him, and when he hired the magician named "Chachai", he had already paid according to the other party's offer.

So, even though Cai Minghua has become penniless now, because he paid in advance, the magician has to continue to fulfill his deal with Cai Minghua.

As for the magician, he cannot break the contract. If he breaks the contract, it will inevitably have a great impact on his own evil magic. It is unknown whether the magic power that has been cultivated hard will be lost overnight.

The power of magic is unquestionable, but this kind of magic also has many taboos to follow, including the one that must be followed if an agreement is made with someone, whether it is for the magician or the employer.

It is for this reason that the sorcerer Chachai from Nanyang did not leave when Cai Minghua was in such a state of despair, but surprisingly continued to perform his employment agreement with Cai Minghua.

You know, according to Cai Minghua's current situation, no one would say anything if the sorcerer Chachai left like this. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Cai Minghua was finished.

And if most people, like Chachai, had already received money from Cai Minghua, they would probably choose to leave Hong Kong and not continue to perform the employment agreement.

But Chachai could not do this because he was a sorcerer.

If he chose not to perform the agreement, it would not only affect his future improvement in magic power, but also affect his transactions with some little ghosts, dead spirits, and demons using evil magic.

The reason is very simple. Although the sorcerer himself has magic power and mysterious means, these magic power and means are obtained through communication with those demons, little ghosts, and dead spirits.

If he is dishonest here, it will inevitably affect the views of those guys, so that those guys will also worry that he will do the same to them, which will be bad.

Of course, more people think that Chachai thinks that his mission this time is very simple and he doesn't think it's dangerous.

He has done this kind of thing a lot, and every time he succeeded, and he has no failure, so he naturally has confidence.

In his opinion, this time is no different from the hired tasks he has taken before. It's nothing more than helping the employer kill a few people so that the employer can get rid of the troubles he is facing. There is nothing difficult about it. It is a piece of cake for him.

As for whether the people the employer wants him to kill are good people, this is not something Chachai needs to explore. As long as the employer pays the price he asks, then Chachai will not care about those things.

That's right, Chachai only recognizes money!

And all the head-falling masters are basically the same as Chachai, and he is not an exception.

But it is precisely because of the style of the head-falling masters who only recognize money that they always have no shortage of business coming to them.

If you think about it carefully, it's not surprising at all.

It is indeed more cost-effective and more secretive to hire these head-falling masters to do things than to hire those ordinary killers.

Therefore, when wealthy merchants and underworld forces in the Nanyang area want to solve any troubles and people, they will first think of looking for a magician.

However, for this reason, there is often a surprising situation where two magicians fight against each other.

It is nothing else, the two magicians are hired by two hostile forces respectively.

Once such a situation occurs, it will be really fun.

And the magicians who work for both sides will also have a life or death.

It can be said that the magician's business is not without risks, but this situation does not happen often.

But from this point of view, people in the Nanyang area admire magicians so much.

Chachai communicated with Cai Minghua with his mind and got the names of five people from Cai Minghua,

and then started his own action.

And Wang Jiahui became the first person Chachai must kill.

As the saying goes, "Take money from others and help them get rid of disasters." This is the golden rule of all the sorcerers. No one can violate it. Once violated, no matter how profound their magic power is, no matter how powerful the gods and demons they come into contact with are, their magic power will be destroyed in a short time, and they will become a terrible cripple.

The reason why evil magic is called evil magic is mainly because of the word "evil", that is, the source of their power is not very regular. According to the Chinese practice world, it is a very evil thing.

But the power of the sorcerer is also unquestionable.

In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Central, Chachai placed his magic tools one by one in front of him, and sat cross-legged on the ground. There were also many candles lit in the room. These candles looked very wrong to the naked eye, and they were not the same as ordinary candles.

The reason why these candles looked very wrong was that the candles were made from corpse oil, so they must be different from ordinary candles.

In front of Chachai, there was a small black urn.

Cha Chai opened the lid of the small jar, and inside the jar was a small pile of white bones. The moment he opened the lid, the whole room suddenly became gloomy and the temperature dropped a lot for no reason. The burning candles around also shook violently a few times.

Two dark-skinned women with typical Southeast Asian looks appeared in Southeast Asian robes and knelt down on the left and right behind Chachai.

These two women are very beautiful. Although their skin is a little dark, it does not hinder their beauty.

However, the eyes of these two women are very empty, without any agility at all, which greatly reduces their beauty and gives people the illusion that "these two girls have no souls", because in combination, these two girls really have the meaning of playing zombies.

Chachai has black tattoos all over his body, which makes him look full of mystery and looks a bit unapproachable.

Whether it is the black man in front of him with a small skeleton, or the two women with empty eyes behind him, they are actually his reliance on walking around the world and traversing Southeast Asia.

Obviously, it is not simple.

At the same time, this is also his life-saving capital.

Since it is capital, it must be impossible to take it out so easily.

So, Chachai shifted his sight to a white porcelain plate next to the black man. This porcelain plate was very large, almost the size of two human faces, and a shrunken black spider was placed on the plate.

"It's you!"

Chachai muttered in Nanyang dialect, then reached out to pick up the plate and placed it in front of him, and then formed a seal with both hands and began to chant.

Strange and inexplicable syllables came out of Chachai's mouth. This was not the language of any country in the world. It sounded like Chachai was talking weird nonsense.

As Chachai began to perform the ritual, a low cry was faintly heard in the presidential suite. At first, it seemed that there was only one person, but slowly the cry became more and more, and soon it became like many people were crying.

And these crying sounds have a mysterious power.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders at this time, otherwise hearing this strange and mysterious cry would definitely make people lose their minds and do some very intense and irrational behaviors, and even self-harm is not impossible.

The light in the whole room disappeared, replaced by a green light, which was completely out of nowhere, making people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. At the same time, the whole room was filled with an atmosphere that made people feel depressed, dull, and trembling from the depths of their souls.

It was like the sound of tens of thousands of women sobbing slowly became smaller, but it did not completely disappear, just became smaller, becoming faint but more creepy.

As the sobbing sound became smaller, it was replaced by the sounds of seductive chanting, cursing, begging, wailing, and fighting with metal and iron. In front of Chachai, a thick black fog rose up for no reason.

In the black fog that rose and dispersed, mysterious figures flashed from time to time, and these looming figures looked very mighty and tall, but they did not look like human bodies.

When this black fog that kept gathering and dispersing appeared, Chachai trembled violently, then picked up a sharp blade beside him and cut his left wrist fiercely. Blood immediately spurted out from the wound on his wrist, but strangely it did not fall on the ground, but was attracted by the black fog and floated over, as if the black fog had a strong suction force.

The blood sank into the black fog, and a very satisfied voice came out of the black fog, and then a very hoarse voice came out of the black fog, and the words were very difficult to understand, as if they were alien languages.

However, Chachai seemed to understand what the other party said. After hearing what the creature in the black fog said, he seemed to be shocked and became very energetic.

Then he also said a long string of words that were almost similar to the creature in the black fog, but the communication between them seemed a bit like a lunatic muttering to others.

A beam of black light shot out from the black fog and hit the chattering Chachai, making the obscure tattoo on his body darker. As the black light was emitted, the black fog quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace in a very short time.

However, the weird, green atmosphere in the room did not change.

The two beautiful women with empty eyes behind Chachai were still kneeling there. Obviously, the scary and weird scene just now did not have much impact on them.

"Haha! The Rakshasa King has given me new power, making my magic power more profound. I think the Rakshasa King is very eager for the five people I want to kill today."

Chachai began to fiddle with the large white porcelain plate in front of him, and at the same time took out a bag of very special powder from his arms, picked out a little bit and sprinkled it on the shriveled black spider in the large disk, and whispered to himself...