I asked him to drink water, actually to relax him so I could use the Ghost Eye Secret Art to control him.

Jiang Jiuyuan misunderstood my intention. She took an unopened bottle of mineral water from the hotel owner and even took the cap that the owner had twisted off.

I clearly saw Jiang Jiuyuan's right little finger twitch lightly on the bottle opening as she took the cap, and a little undetectable powder quietly fell into his bottle.

Secret medicine of the Thief Sect?

I had heard Lao Liu say that there were many secret medicines in the Thief Sect that could make people tell the truth.

The people of the Thief Sect valued quick battles and quick resolutions when doing business. They didn't have time to slowly force the victim to reveal the location of their hidden property, but secret medicines were always effective.

However, secret medicines also had a drawback. That was, they could only answer what you asked and would never let anything slip.

While I was still hesitating whether to stop her, the owner had already drunk the medicine.

Jiang Jiuyuan calculated the time by pinching her fingers and nodded slightly to me.

When I looked at the hotel owner again, his eyes were already showing a dull state.

I asked, "After your grandfather died, has your house been opened?"

The owner replied, "My dad has always done things according to my grandfather's instructions and never been careless. Later, before my dad passed away, he called me over. What he told me was exactly the same as what my grandfather said before his death."

"He kept telling me, 'Remember, you must put me under the Little Dragon Pagoda, remember that.'"

I couldn't help but frown slightly at this point. Jiang Jiuyuan, who was standing near me, also panicked and waved her hand at me repeatedly.

She was telling me that she didn't expect it to be like this.

I nodded slightly to her, and she quickly flipped the hotel owner's eyelids, "He..."

I raised my hand to stop her, signaling her to stand back.

The hotel owner was clearly under the influence of the secret medicine, but he spoke no differently from a normal person.

Who exactly was I talking to?

I suddenly opened my ghost eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Can you be sure that the person who spoke to you then was your father?"

"I don't know!" the hotel owner said, "At that time, I also felt that my dad's voice was wrong, and that voice was the same as my grandfather's before he died."

"At that time, I was still wondering if people always sounded the same when they were about to die?"

I pressed, "Later, you buried your father in the Little Dragon Pagoda?"

"No!" the hotel owner said, "The Little Dragon Temple is too small to fit a person, at most it can fit an urn!"

I suddenly asked, "After my two friends moved in, what happened?"

The hotel owner suddenly stopped talking, as if he didn't see me, sitting motionless in his chair.

I tentatively asked him, "What day of the week is it today?"

Seeing that he didn't respond to my question, I drew out my dagger and pressed it against his neck. "I'll ask you again, what day of the week is it?"

As I spoke, I gently pushed my hand forward, and the tip of the knife immediately cut through his skin, and blood stained his collar red.

Jiang Jiuyuan whispered, "Could he have been hit with a Jiangtou curse?" (Jiangtou: a type of black magic)

A flash of inspiration struck me, and I raised my hand to search his body. After grabbing his left hand, I rolled up his sleeve. A string of strange characters immediately appeared tattooed on the hotel owner's left arm.

After touching the tattoo a couple of times, I asked, "Who tattooed this on you?"

The hotel owner replied, "It was my grandfather, tattooed on me when I was a child. He said it was the thing that saved our family's lives, passed down from generation to generation. My dad and I both have it."

When I turned to look at Jiang Jiuyuan, she whispered, "I also know Jiangtou magic!"

Many people think that Jiangtou magic is an evil art that is popular in Southeast Asia.

In fact, Southeast Asian Jiangtou magic was brought to Southeast Asia by domestic sorcerers during the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was only later that it combined with local witchcraft during its evolution, gradually forming its own school. Then, it became more and more mysterious under the promotion of film and television.

Some people in the domestic sorcerer world also use Jiangtou magic, but the Chinese sorcerers classify Jiangtou magic as a left-way art, or a secret art of the Witch Gate, so there is no such title as Jiangtou master in the sorcerer world.

If someone else came over, they would definitely say "cast a curse," but Jiang Jiuyuan opened her mouth and said "descend," indicating that she was very familiar with Jiangtou.

The string of secret texts on the hotel owner was indeed Jiangtou magic.

I bit the tip of my right index finger and pointed it at the hotel owner's tattoo.

This tattoo on the hotel owner was not a life-saving rune. It could only make people answer fixed questions in specific situations. In other words, these secret texts were treating the living person as a gramophone.

The owner said that the tattoo could save his life, only in certain specific situations, such as now, to make the owner say the corresponding secrets, to prove to the visitor that he actually didn't know anything, and that he wouldn't talk nonsense if he didn't enter this house, thereby preventing the other party from silencing him.

It seems that this family of pagoda sweepers had long known that someone would come to their door one day and had also prepared life-saving measures.

Now, it all depends on what the result will be when I point this finger down!