The Deathly Deal with the Devil

Almost fifteen minutes later, Mei Wei got out of the room. He stood outside of the room and looked at the three symbols left by the monk Bharika. A Bodhi Tree on the right side, a Stupa on the left side and a wheel of Dharma was drawn on the upper wall.

These were the symbols that prevented Favio's spirit from getting outside of the room. He slowly extended his hand and touched them. The ink felt dry and rustic on his fingers. He frowned as he tried to rub it and as a result the symbolic drawing actually started erasing!

Mei Wei was still touching the symbol. In reality he was a little scared. The monk must have put so much spiritual energy to lock that spirit inside. So how could he do that….

 Suddenly, the old monk's smiling face appeared in his mind. There was a knowing smile on Bharika's face. It felt like he was happy at whatever Mei Wei was going to do.