Chapter 129: Hitting a Petty Person

　　Huang Junkun suddenly became this enthusiastic.

　　Lu Fei couldn't help but turn his head, squinting at him.

　　"What's that? You mean the part about eating shit while standing on your head?"

　　"Ah, that was all a joke, don't take it seriously." Huang Junkun laughed awkwardly.

　　"It's fine. Your hobby is a bit niche, but as a classmate, I'll respect it."

　　Lu Fei smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and after saying goodbye to the classmates, he left in a taxi.

　　As the taxi drove away, Huang Junkun's smile instantly turned from warm to sinister.

　　"You're dead for trying to steal my woman!"

　　Antique Street.

　　"Boss, you're back."

　　When Hu Zi saw Lu Fei walk into the pawnshop, he immediately put down his phone and stood up.

　　"Hu Zi, take a quick look, is there something on my back?"

　　Lu Fei's expression was somewhat serious as he turned his back.

　　Hu Zi took a look and shook his head: "No, boss."

　　"Nothing?" Lu Fei frowned, took off his jacket, and revealed his back, saying, "Take another look."

　　"Oh my, boss, there's a little figure stuck to your back!"

　　This time, Hu Zi shouted and reached out to tear it off, but was stopped by Lu Fei.

　　"Wait, don't touch it yet! Go get some mud now."

　　"Okay!"

　　Hu Zi knew that something was definitely wrong, so he didn't dare to dawdle. He immediately grabbed a shovel and went outside to dig for mud.

　　Lu Fei prepared the water, and as soon as Hu Zi returned with the mud, he mixed it with the water and shaped it into a small clay figure about the size of a palm.

　　Then, he took a tissue from his pocket, unfolded it, and revealed two broken hairs inside.

　　He mixed the broken hairs into the small clay figure, and then used a knife to carve the name and birth date on the back of the clay figure.

　　"Huang Junkun, Boss, who is this person?"

　　"A classmate of mine."

　　"Classmate?"

　　Hu Zi was dumbfounded.

　　He remembered that when they were making the soul capturing stakes with the small clay figures, Lu Fei had said that a clay doll mixed with hair and carved with a birth date was a substitute for a person.

　　Why did the boss want to make a substitute for his classmate?

　　"Now you can tear the little figure off my back. Be careful not to damage it." Lu Fei handed the Sinisterium Pawnshop's special gloves to Hu Zi.

　　"Okay." Huzi suppressed his doubts, deftly put on gloves, and carefully peeled the little figure off of Lu Fei's back bit by bit.

　　The little figure was only as long as a finger, made of yellow paper, with arms and legs, and a row of small, strange symbols on the back.

　　Although the cutting was simple, it gave a very lifelike feeling.

　　"Quick, stick it to the clay figure's back!"

　　Lu Fei took a look and said immediately.

　　Huzi quickly stuck the little figure onto the back of the clay figure.

　　The little figure instantly seemed to come to life, stretching its limbs and clinging tightly to the back of the clay figure, soon merging with it completely.

　　"Boss, what's going on?" Huzi was dumbfounded.

　　"Hitting the little figure, you should have heard of it, right?" Lu Fei washed his hands and placed the clay figure on the table.

　　"Of course I've heard of it." Huzi looked at the clay figure and then at Lu Fei, "Boss, did this guy offend you? You're going to hit him."

　　"It was he who wanted to harm me first, now let him taste the flavor of lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot." Lu Fei gave a slight smile, "Huzi, go buy some delicious food. There's a good show to watch later."

　　"Alright!"

　　Late into the night.

　　Under a dark and gloomy bridge.

　　A hunched and emaciated old woman squatted on the ground.

　　Several large, black rats circled around her feet, and in front of her was a pile of burning yellow paper.

　　The flickering firelight cast intermittent light and shadow on the old woman's aged and sharp face.

　　"The time has come."

　　The old woman picked up a straw figure, mumbled a few words, and her cloudy eyes flashed with excitement.

　　"Hit your dead head! Hit until you have no place to vent your anger!"

　　She picked up a shoe insole and slammed it hard against the scarecrow's head.

　　Smack!

　　The force was so great that the scarecrow's head instantly caved in.

　　At the same time.

　　In the courtyard of Sinisterium Pawnshop.

　　"Boss, look, the clay figure is moving!" Hu Zi pointed at the clay figure on the stone table and shouted in surprise.

　　Just now, the clay figure suddenly quivered, and then its forehead caved in as if it had been hit by something with great force.

　　"The good show has started." Lu Fei's lips curled up as he peeled a peanut and tossed it into his mouth.

　　Somewhere in a residential area.

　　"Ah——"

　　Huang Junkun, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up with a start, clutching his head and screaming.

　　His cries of agony woke up his parents, who pushed the door open and rushed into their son's room.

　　"Son, what's wrong?"

　　"My head, my head hurts so much!"

　　Huang Junkun was in agony, clutching his head.

　　"Headache? Do you have a cold..." Huang's mother sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her son's forehead, but she was terrified by what she felt, her face turning pale.

　　"Son, your forehead…"

　　Under the light, Huang Junkun's forehead had inexplicably caved in.

　　"What's going on..." Huang's father also turned pale with fright.

　　Before they could react any further.

　　Huang Junkun let out another heart-wrenching scream.

　　"Ah! My hands…!"

　　Huang's parents were horrified to see that their son's hands had broken at an unbelievable angle.

　　Under the bridge.

　　"Hit your dead man's hand! Hit until you can't take any money!"

　　The sharp-faced old woman, holding a shoe insole, kept hitting the scarecrow with an expression of excitement and satisfaction in her eyes.

　　"Hit your little feet! Hit until you can't wear shoes!"

　　"Hit your little mouth! Make it so you can't even catch your breath!"

　　"Hit your little eyes! Make them turn red and go blind..."

　　After a series of attacks, the scarecrow was completely disfigured and contorted, but she finally stopped, still wanting more.

　　"Boy from the Lu family, you're still too green to fight with me!"

　　The cackling, weird laughter of the old woman with a pointed face echoed in the dim and gloomy bridge tunnel.

　　In the courtyard of Sinisterium Pawnshop.

　　"Boss, the clay figure has turned out like this, can your classmate still survive?" Hu Zi, looking at the grotesquely twisted limbs of the clay figure on the table, felt his heart jump with fright.

　　"Don't worry, he won't die." Lu Fei clapped the peanut shells off his hands, "But having all one's bones broken will probably be more unbearable than death."

　　"Hiss—" Hu Zi sucked in a breath sharply.

　　He never imagined that the methods for harming someone could be so cruel; how deep was the grudge that person held against the boss!

　　However, it serves him right for the pain, who told him to play dirty tricks on the boss!

　　"Son, you must hold on."

　　At this moment, Huang Junkun, whose whole body of bones were broken and who had fainted from the pain, was rushed to the hospital by his parents late at night.

　　"Boss, does this classmate of yours have a deep grudge against you?" Tiger asked again.

　　"I don't know either. We weren't very close when we were in school, and after graduation, we had no contact at all. Where would the enmity come from?" Lu Fei shrugged, a trace of confusion on his face.

　　When Huang Junkun patted his back, he suddenly felt a chill, and his innate magical power began to circulate instinctively.

　　This was the sign of being affected by a spell.

　　But Huang Junkun was just an ordinary person; how could he know anything about spells?

　　Lu Fei was puzzled, but his magical power wouldn't react without reason, so he kept his composure, pretended to pat Huang Junkun's shoulder, and quietly took two strands of his hair.

　　If the other person had done nothing, then everything would be fine.

　　If he dared to have ulterior motives, then don't blame him for retaliating in kind.

　　As it turned out, that guy really did use some trick on him.

　　But why?

　　Lu Fei didn't like to guess, so he decided to go and ask for an answer in person.