Taboo Mage - Chapter 129 - The Little Fox's Fury

I shot a glance; this person was indeed quite persistent.

Lin Huan looked at me ingratiatingly, probably already bought off by Du Jun, waiting for a chance to come and plead with me.

I couldn’t be bothered with him and headed straight towards the warehouse.

“Hey, what is this… doesn’t look like a dog, let me touch it!”

Du Jun’s curious voice came from behind. I turned my head to see that the little fox, which had been following behind me, was intercepted by Du Jun, who was reaching out to pick it up.

The little fox, in reality, is very proud and dislikes strangers touching it. As expected, before Du Jun’s hand could even graze the little fox’s fur, it had already bared the sharp hooks on its claws and scratched Du Jun’s arm.

“Ah!”

Du Jun cried out in pain, standing up while clutching his arm. I raised an eyebrow with a bit of schadenfreude, glancing down approvingly at the little fox. It wagged its head and tail, inviting praise from me, and I quickly petted its fur in encouragement.

“Mr. Du, are you alright?”

Lin Huan, on the other hand, was terrified.

Du Jun was his idol, and now his idol was bleeding right in front of him. Lin Huan was like someone who had seen a ghost or perhaps as if he had a personal crisis, almost bouncing off the roof!

He rushed into the storeroom in a few steps and soon came out holding a large roll of bandages and some hemostatic medication.

That was what Jue Chi had sent me last time when I injured my hand while carving a life amulet.

Watching Lin Huan’s panicky demeanor, I found it somewhat disdainful. Although mischievous, the little fox knew how to control its force. Du Jun had only sustained a minor scratch-not even severe enough to require a rabies shot.

Turning around, I led the little fox to continue into the warehouse. I had just set one foot inside the doorway when Lin Huan’s shriek suddenly came from behind.

“Damn! Boss! Come look at this!”

I turned my head and glanced in the direction where the two stood. Lin Huan was holding up the bandage, and I could see that amidst the bright red blood, there were unexpectedly green elements.

Frowning, I quickly walked over and turned Du Jun’s arm around for a closer inspection.

The wound on Du Jun wasn’t large, just a slight scratch on the flesh, but the strange thing was that the red blood was mixed with green liquid.

I initially thought Lin Huan had used a dirty bandage, so I personally fetched a clean one and made a slightly deeper cut on Du Jun’s wound.

Indeed, the green liquid was mixed in with the blood.

“You didn’t notice this before?” I asked, looking up to see the astonishment and fear on Du Jun’s face as he looked at his arm, prompting my suspicion.

Du Jun shook his head. “The last time I got injured was a year ago.”

I understood then; someone of Du Jun’s status would rarely do dangerous stunts himself during shoots-those would be handled by a stunt double. Even if he wanted to do them himself, the directors and agents might not agree.

It seemed virtually impossible to pinpoint when exactly something went wrong with Du Jun’s body.

I had Du Jun sit on the couch and fetched the talisman paper from Jue Chi out of the warehouse, designed specifically to ward off evil. Whether it’s a Chinese ghost or a foreign one, once it’s in my hands, I won’t fear any mischief it might cause.

I placed the soul suppression talisman on Du Jun’s forehead and recited the incantation. Du Jun began to shiver, cold sweat seeping down his face. I focused intently on the wound on his arm.

The talismanic incantation catalyzed the green liquid in the wound, causing more to flow out. Lin Huan carefully wiped it away with a tissue.

Once the wound began to bleed fresh red blood, I removed the talisman, and gestured to the little fox.

The little fox leaped onto the armrest of the couch, extending its tongue to lick Du Jun’s wound a few times.

Though surprised, Du Jun didn’t question it further.

Animal saliva has healing properties, and since the little fox is a spirit fox, its saliva can almost completely heal wounds.

Sure enough, by the time the little fox jumped off the couch, Du Jun’s arm was almost completely healed. He looked at his arm in astonishment, then at me and the little fox.

I let out a sigh of relief and waved my hand. “Alright, it’s fine now, you can leave.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, Du Jun suddenly stood up and knelt down before me with a thud.

“Master Gu! Please, I beg you, help me! I really don’t want to die! Every night, I dream of a terrifying person who says he wants to drag me to the Netherworld! I might not have done many good deeds, but I definitely haven’t done anything evil. My career is just starting, I don’t want to die!”

Du Jun, in his expensive suit, clutched my pants with dusty hands. Seeing this man, who always seemed so high above, now kneeling here for the sake of his life, I felt a twinge of sympathy.

But then, everyone cherishes their life, myself included.

“Boss, I know what you’re worried about. We’re just helping take a look. Besides, Du Jun didn’t ask you to make a life amulet for him. As long as you don’t make one, you won’t suffer any backlash.” Lin Huan spoke with a compassionate look at Du Jun, who remained on his knees.

I considered it. The kid had a point.

So, I helped Du Jun up and had him sit on the couch. I made a deal with him: I would only help resolve the issue with the Buddha amulet and would not create a new life amulet for him.

Du Jun quickly agreed, and to be safe, I took out my phone and recorded our conversation.

According to Du Jun, every night he dreamt of bizarre and terrifying things. To find out what was really going on, I had Du Jun stay in the shop overnight, so I could observe him at any time.

That night, Lin Huan thoughtfully laid a quilt on the couch, offering his own bed to his idol. The little fox, as usual, would sleep in my room.

Before leaving, Jue Chi had placed a Buddha statue in my room and left the little fox with a task of standing guard before the Buddha statue for at least five hours each day.

The little fox, playful by day, had to fulfill its duties by sleeping in front of the Buddha statue at night. I even bought a soft cushion for it.

On that particular night, while I was drowsily half-asleep, I suddenly felt something soft crawling across my cheek. I thought the little fox was up to mischief again and was about to toss it out.

But then, a dull pain shot through my arm. Startled, I opened my eyes wide to see a shadowy figure standing at my bedside in the darkened room…