For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Luo Feng slowly focused his attention on the talisman cloth "swaddling clothes" in his hand. He changed his posture and slowly picked up the Kumanthong.

"call!"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, no longer breathing through his nose, but instead gently inhaling through his mouth.

However, the breath I inhaled felt very viscous.

"Jayasanglangkada, Puta, Jida, Malang, Shawahanlang..."

Luo Feng chanted the incantation softly, his voice becoming low, hoarse, and eerie.

At the same time, the tattoo on his back turned into a dark purple color. Around the center of the seven-segment tiger tattoo, a large number of blood vessels rapidly swelled and spread outwards, writhing like living things.

Boom boom boom!

At that moment, his heart began to pound wildly, as if a drum was beating in his chest.

Unbeknownst to them, the red talisman cloth wrapped around the Kumanthong had become unusually heavy, along with the "swaddling clothes".

'These signs... could it be that the chanting is working?'

In a daze, I seemed to hear the sharp cry of a baby, as if some force was resisting my chanting.

This is not a bad thing.

Luo Feng learned from Alichaya that suppressing and subduing such supernatural beings would inevitably encounter resistance.

The swaddling clothes in my hands grew heavier and colder, as if I were holding a piece of raw iron.

The baby's cries grew increasingly shrill, but of course, this was just an illusion...

"Fake Dusa Gasaba, Rasang, Yebiweisu, Nara Saba."

He remained unmoved and continued chanting the incantation. As he chanted, the baby's cries grew louder and fiercer.

The tattoo on Luo Feng's back became more and more prominent, with veins constantly spreading and contracting, spreading and contracting, and a cold and eerie aura flowing endlessly across the seven-section tiger tattoo.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in the pinky finger of his left hand. There was nothing there, but he had the feeling that a child was squatting there, biting his pinky finger hard.

Because he was holding the "swaddling clothes", Luo Feng could not move easily. He felt a jolt in his heart, as if a gust of wind was blowing around him.

That gust of wind gave me goosebumps all over...

"very good!"

Alichaya's voice suddenly rang out, which also brought Luo Feng back to his senses.

He raised his left hand and found a very faint teeth mark on his little finger.

"This tooth mark is the 'mark' left by the Kumanthong for you."

Alichaya laughed and said, "This is a simple form of curse, but it's less effective. In the future, as long as you touch the mark on your little finger and think about it in your mind, you will be able to command the Kumanthong to do things for you."

Luo Feng nodded silently.

Kuman Thong are also ghosts. According to the practices of the Lanna witchcraft school, making Kuman Thong is the same as making a cursed instrument.

Once his seven-section tiger tattoo is complete, he can use the binding spell.

Just now, Luo Feng completed the connection with the Kumanthong and was able to control it.

"After that, you will need to familiarize yourself with how to use it."

Alichaya added, "In addition, there is the matter of making offerings to the Kumanthong. Every three days, one should light an incense stick and offer fresh flowers, white elephant herbs, and purification herbs..."

The old man explained in detail how to worship Kuman Thong and shared his own experiences with Luo Feng.

After he finished speaking, the old man Alichaya told him something else.

"Also, Master Putao wants to speak with you about something. He seems to want you to meet your four new fellow disciples..."

"Are you a new apprentice?"

Luo Feng finally remembered this matter.

"I understand... I'll go see the teacher now."

—There are four other fellow disciples.

……

……

"Ati, you're here."

In Master Putaoung's monastic quarters, besides him, there were five other young people: four men and one woman.

Luo Feng frowned. He noticed that the only woman was the one who had gotten the "Flower-Haired Yaksha Woman" tattoo from Master Putaoon some time ago.

The other person was probably around twenty years old, very young and beautiful, and was sitting upright behind a handsome young man.

"Let me introduce you. These four are young people who participated in the second trial and passed the selection. From now on, they will also be your fellow disciples."

Master Putaom began his introduction with a cheerful smile.

He told Luo Feng that the four young people who passed the trial came from Wankao Village and several surrounding villages. The oldest of them was a tall young man in his early twenties named Basu.

After becoming a disciple of Putaoon, Basu resolved to cultivate the "Eel God Method".

He introduced himself, saying he was a local from Wankao Village and came from a fishing family.

The Eel God Magic, also known as the "Water Dragon Magic" in the Lanna shamanistic tradition, was chosen by Basu, who was likely born into a fishing family.

"Brother Ati, please guide me in the future."

Basu was very amiable, and he gave off a cheerful and outgoing personality, making him seem easy to get along with.

"This young man's name is Kunna. He comes from Nangzhi Village in the south, and he is a bit older than you."

Master Putao then introduced another young man, Kunna.

Unlike Basu, Kunna has high, prominent cheekbones with little flesh and double white eyes, giving him a harsh and unkind appearance.

Kunna was very indifferent and did not introduce himself. He nodded to Luo Feng, as if to say that they had met.

"This is Wangsa, and this is his sister Delinya."

Wangsa was a slightly chubby young man who looked even younger than Ati. His clothes clearly indicated that he was a wealthy man; he wore a Western-style shirt, suspender shorts, and leather shoes.

His sister, Delinya, was dressed in a traditional Thai sarong. She had delicate features, fair skin, a slender figure, and long, flowing hair.

"Greetings everyone, I am Wangsa from Palai Village and the Kongying family. I hope to get along well with all of you fellow disciples in the future..."

When Wangsa revealed that he was from the Kong Ying family, both Basu and Kunna looked surprised.

"The Kong family is a prominent clan in the area. Their ancestors were granted titles by the king."

Master Putao explained with a smile.

"Teacher is joking."

Wangsa laughed too.

"That's ancient history. Besides, my grandfather only received the lowest rank of nobility. The Kong Ying family is no longer considered a noble family; they've long since fallen on hard times and can only make a living by selling medicinal herbs in the city..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng immediately understood that Wangsa's family must be a local gentry force who had been granted titles in the past. Even if they were no longer nobles, they must have amassed a large fortune through business.

Thailand used to have a system of nobility.

There was even a system of nobility, namely Zhaopiye, Piye, Pi, Luan, and Kun. These five nobility titles were similar to Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron, but they were abolished in modern times.

A Khun is similar to a baron, and the king will grant him land of 200-1000 rai. Those granted land of 400 rai or more are nobles and require personal appointment by the king.

Below the title of Kun are Meng, Pan, and Nai, who also belong to the lower-level nobles who do not need to work in the fields themselves.

Later, Thailand underwent reforms, and many noble titles were abolished. However, many former nobles still possessed substantial private property and land, which meant that the power of the gentry and landowners in the country has persisted to this day.

Wangsa was a very talkative person. He talked non-stop, showing his chatterbox personality, and introduced himself in a very casual way... In contrast to this boy, his sister Delinya was a quiet person.

"alright."

Master Putao interrupted Wangsa.

The old man could tell that if he didn't stop him, the boy would start talking and wouldn't know how long he would go on.

"Wangsa, you can talk about that later... Oh, and this last one is Tebo from the Banton family. He has an older brother, Diwan, who had the accident at the Paramita Temple. Ati, you should get to know him too!"

Putaon summoned his last disciple.

"Hello there."

Tebo should be around the same age as Ati, a handsome boy with a somewhat feminine appearance.

He stood up and respectfully bowed to Luo Feng with his hands clasped together.

Luo Feng was also somewhat surprised by Tebo's calm attitude. Logically speaking, Divan's death was somewhat related to him, and he felt that the Bonton family might not necessarily treat him well...

"By the way, Senior Brother Ati, may I ask you a question?"

The boy had a smile on his face, but his eyes held a hostility as sharp as needles.

"Was my brother Divan killed by you...?"

Luo Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

Upon hearing this, Basu and Kunna's expressions changed rapidly, and even Wangsa was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

"Tebo!!"

Master Putao's face immediately darkened, and he raised his eyes to look at the young man from the Banton family.

"What do you mean by that...?"

Although the old monk sat there without making any movement, a sense of dread rose involuntarily in everyone present... as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, making it hard to breathe.