Chapter 482: The Talented Musician Paganini


    People were weirdat times. Last night, when we were in deadly danger, I hated that I couldnt just pull Li Mazi and run away from this ce. I didnt want to linger in this churchfor even one second. As the danger was nowgone, I became curious about the female ghosts identity.


    That ghost must have been dormant in this church for quite a long time.If not, the churchshouldnt havethat much Yin energy!


    Moreover, since it had transformed into thatred ring-shapedobject, it was enough to prove that the ghost wasnt a departed soul. It was a spirit that had taken shelter inanotherworldly item.


    Otherworldly merchantsarealways curious about otherworldly items. Itslike when a farmerseesanotherfarmerwitha better crop even though they cultivated on the samend. Of course, hewouldwant to know the other mans technique.


    It didnt matter whetherIcould get the item or not.It was an upational habit!


    Li Mazi understood my idea. Moreover, hewas alsointerestedin this otherworldly item. We started to searcharoundthe church. Eventually, we found a violin inside a leather suitcase that was coveredina thickyer of dust.


    Yesterday, when the female ghost appeared for the first time, she had used the melodic music from a violin to bewitch us. I could feel the Yin energyfromthe violin in front of us.Ithought it was the otherworldly item where the ghost was dwelling!


    However, after studying the musical instrument, wedidnt find anythingspecial about it. The wooden body of the instrument had some cracks, and the only thing I found interesting was that the violins four strings were light red, which was simr to the rope Li Mazi had used to hang himselfst night.


    Even so, I didnt see anything strange about those strings. I felt somewhat disappointed.


    Li Mazi pushed me a few times.LittleBrother Zhang, if this stuff can nurture such a powerfndfurious spirit, it should be worth a lot of money. Should we take it?


    No. Immortal Lu is right.Weshouldfollow therules when in a foreign country.


    I sighedand putthe violin backinits suitcase. I wiped off the dust on the leather suitcase and left with Li Mazi.


    On the way back, I noticed that thebruiseson Li Mazis neck had almost disappeared, and only afaint gray line remained.Thiswas a normal physiological phenomenon. It would disappearpletely in a few days. I could now ease my worries.


    When wereturnedto the hotel, Ru Xue and Yin Xinyues eyes were teary. They began to sob loudly as they had thought that they wouldnt be able to see us again. Li Mazi and I had to exert a lot of effort tofort them.


    After this incident, wewerent inthe mood to continue our tour. Since Li Mazi and I needed to rest, we decided to stay in the hotel for another day. Then,we would fly back home.


    Unexpectedly, after a nap, thebruisereappeared on Li Mazis neck.


    Moreover, it looked evenbigger. The thumb-sized wide bruise hada lot ofblistersthat werethesize of a grain ofrice.They wouldburst and ooze bloody pus after just agentle contact. Li Mazi didnt dare to talk, drink, or eat. He had to endurethehorrible pain even when he gulped his saliva.


    When Ru Xue wasnt watching him, he seized the chance and typed a line of words on his phone. He showed it tome. LittleBrother Zhang, this time,I dont think Ill make it. You should give me a quick death!


    I felt like my heart was bleeding, but I didnt know what to do. The neckwasdifferent from other body parts. If we were careless, hewouldreally die!


    Left with no choice, I had to ask Yin Xinyue and Ru Xue to stay in the hotel while I was going totakeLi Mazibackto the church. This time, even if Lu Dongbin didnt agree, I would try to kill that ghost!


    I had given her a chance,and she didnt appreciate it. Sinceshe wanted to kill Li Mazi, I had to deal with her!


    When we passed by the lobby, the staff member that had reminded me yesterday saw us and greeted us. He gaveus a thumbs-up.I guessed he thought we were awesomebecausewehad returnedalive after dealing with that ghost.


    I was worriedaboutLi Mazi, so I just gave him a polite nod and proceeded to the door.


    Unexpectedly, when the young staffer saw the bruise on Li Mazis neck, his face turned pale. He screamed, Your friend is poisoned. You must help him detoxify it!Otherwise,he will die soon!


    Itappeared as though he knew this sickness. I haltedto listento him.


    It turned out that the church behind the hotel was calledGhost Castle.


    People who visited that ce wouldwake up at nightandfind abruiseon their neck. Fortunately, a doctor in this neighborhood could treat this sickness, so all the victims were cured.


    I was bewilderedand feltuncertain. Youmean...Thece is haunted but no one has died yet. Is thatright?


    Yeah, its true. The staff member nodded.


    We then introduced ourselves. He was a local Italianwho workedas a waiter in this hotel. He was called Marco.


    He was really friendly. He said,Zhang, I know that doctors address. Do you need me to take you there?


    Yes. Thank you. I felt touched.


    Then, I got intoMarcos car with Li Mazi. On the way, I kept thinking about one issue.If that female ghost had never killed anybody, she wasnt a malicious spirit.Why did shepester Li Mazi?


    Fromwhattook cethis morning, she seemed tohavespared Li Mazi. Why did she change her mind all of a sudden? Did something happen that we didnt know about?


    I decided to go back to that church to check after Li Mazi got his neck treated. If possible, I would help that female ghostascend.


    The doctor was calledPaolo. He lived on a ranch in the West of Mn around a dozen miles away from the hotel. There were so many bridges andnarrow streetsalong the way, butMarcoseemed to know the route well.


    Before entering Dr.Paolos ranch, I secretly asked,How do you know this ce so well?


    Haha.Dr.Paolos my father!


    I was speechless.


    When we met Dr.Paolo, he was ying golf. He was a chubby,middle-aged man with an aquiline nose.Hiseyes were small but bright.He was the same sort of person asSenior Shu. They both had a humble appearancebut were incrediblytalented!


    However, I didnt expect thatPaolocould speak Chinese fluently. Moreover,he sounded very professional, and he only askedLi Maziabout the disease.He didnt ask whatwe had encounteredorwhat we had experienced.


    Dr.Paoloasked us to wait after Li Mazi told himhow he felt,headingto theranch-stylehouse. We didnt know what he was up to. After about fifteen minutes, he came back with a bowl of dark paste and a bottle of golden olive oil.


    Paoloasked Li Mazi to drinka little bit ofolive oil. Then, he applied the dark paste onthebruise.


    From theconfident expression of the father and the son, I thought this treatment would work. However,it wasbeyondmy expectation that itwould workso quickly. After smearing the paste on Li Mazis neck,Paoloread something in Italian. Then, the bruise disappeared at a speed the naked eye could observe!


    Li Mazi could speak again in less than ten minutes!


    Of course, I understood it wasntanordinary medical treatment.However,it was none of my business. Li Mazi was cured, and that was all that mattered. I didnt need topry into their secrets.


    As I was thinkingaboutvisitingthe Ghost Castle one more time, Imustered my courageand askedPaoloif he knew the story there.


    He lifted his cup of coffee and asked, Friends from China, do you know Paganini?


    Yes, I know him. He was a great violinist! I nodded.


    From what I had heard, Paganini was thecreatorof many violin songs in the world. I didnt know anything else about him. However,ifPaolomentioned his name, the violin in the leather suitcase should have something to do with him!


    Unexpectedly,Paoloseemed to be stimted after I said that. No! Hedoesntdeservepraise. He was a devil. A pure devil fromheadto toe!


    Paolo told me thatPaganini was just a street artist, and not many people liked his songs at that time. His violin performances on the street could barely help him make ends meet. Later, a young and beautiful female violinistfell in love withhim. She even imparted him with her unique skills.


    Paganinis life changed greatly ever since then. However, his violin performance had always been inferior to his teacher, who was also his lover.


    Later on, Paganini cruelly murdered his teacher. He disemboweled the womanand usedher intestines to make the four strings of his violin.


    From that day onward, Paganinis music seemed to have magic thatcould makepeople infatuated with it. He started to gain fame and glory.


    In hister years, Paganini suffered from a serious mental sickness, which eventually took his life. On his deathbed, heconfessed the truth. Paganinis titleasa devil genius was spread from there.


    My heart ached afterI listenedto the story.Thatwoman had loved the wrong man,and I couldnt understand what kind of thoughts or state of mind Paganini had when he killed his lover.


    It was nowonder the ghost of the female violinist hadnt left this world.Although her resentful energy was sky-reaching, in thest moment, she would control hermind. She never wanted to kill anybody.


    You want to help her?Paoloasked me with interest.


    We hadnt said anything, but we both knew what the other partywanted to do.There was no need to say anything.


    I nodded and smiled. Shouldnt I help her?


    Good luck to you, my friend. Good luck to her, too!Paolosmiledand hugged me. Then, he got on his horseand gallopedaround his ranch.


    Before leaving, I gaveMarcoa jade thatI had kept on mefor many years. My grandpahad givenme this blessed jade when he was alive. It could help avoid bad luck and neutralize the danger.Marcodidnt refuse itandgraciouslyreceivedthe item.


    I was happy tobefriend himand his father!


    When we returned to the hotel, the sky was dark. To not make Yin Xinyue and Ru Xue worried, Li Mazi and Ivisited them before headingtoward the church. We wanted to see the female ghost and ask her if she hadsomething she needed help with.


    When we were about to reach theentranceto the church, wesmelleda horrible stench. It was pretty much the sameasthe pungent smell we hadsmelledwhen we first encountered the ghost.


    Normally, if no one trespassed the church,the ghostwouldnt show up. But if someonewasin there now, who would it be? The locals didnt dare to visit this church.


    We didnt turn on the shlightand madeour wayintothe church.


    I vaguely heard somealkin Chinese. Moreover, I seemed tohaveheard this voice somewhere before.


    Since the distance was far and the voice was low, we could somewhat understand the conversation. That Chinese man was threatening the ghost. He wantedher to pester Li Mazi one more time. Otherwise, he would smash her soul!


    Screw it! I want to see whothat bastard is!


    Li Mazi couldnt stand still when he heard the voice. He jumpedand lungedtoward the shadow.


    I wasalso furious.What theheckis going on here? Some fellow from mycountrywasplotting againstme in a foreign country?


    It seemed that ever since we hade to Mn, we had stepped into the other partys trap.


    The other party heard the noiseand shhe shlight on us. When that person saw us, he was bewildered. He didnt care about the female ghost and rushedto the back of the church. When Li Mazi and Igot there, he was nowhere to be seen. Hehad runfaster than a rabbit.


    However,as we were about to leave, Li Mazi stepped on a solid object. He stooped and saw a domestic mobile phone from our country.


    Iunlockeditand tried to find some clues. Unexpectedly, thstcallsthis personhad receivedwerefrom