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

"In other words..."

Luo Feng became interested and asked curiously, "Won't other sorcerers sense that I'm carrying this Kumanthong?"

"This also depends on their individual abilities."

Alan said.

"However, whether it's a Kumanthong or a ghost that whispers secrets, any sorcerer is very sensitive to the appearance of these spirits. If you don't want to cause trouble, it's best not to use these things to test another Ajarn sorcerer, lest you arouse his hostility."

He warned Luo Feng that while these methods might be fine for monitoring or eavesdropping on ordinary people, using them against other Ajarn masters or sorcerers with their own methods would cause conflict.

"And another thing, I'm naturally very sensitive to smells. I can smell the earthy scent from the grave on the Kumanthong even from a distance!"

The man in his early thirties spoke frankly in a deep voice, saying that he had possessed spiritual insight since childhood, but not the kind of spiritual insight that one might have; rather, he was extremely sensitive to smells.

"Teacher Putaoun recognized my talent, which is why he took me in as a disciple and taught me the magic of the Lanna Witchcraft School..."

Luo Feng nodded silently.

Aranshi's talent must have been recognized by Putaon and carefully nurtured by him—which shows that Aranshi's strength is not weak.

"Brother Alanshi, you must be practicing the Eel God Dharma, right?"

Luo Feng tried asking a question.

He knew that the five major methods of the Lanna Witchcraft School had mutually reinforcing and restraining effects.

The Eel God Technique can effectively counter the Crocodile God Technique.

This sounds a bit strange, but there's a reason for it.

Eels are depicted as scaleless snakes, and are said to be the retinue of the Naga in Thai mythology.

Naga is the water dragon in Buddhism.

These water dragons are often enemies of the crocodile demons who also live in the water.

Unlike the Naga, who are water dragons that need water, the Crocodile Demons can move on land and also wreak havoc in the water. The Naga are often harassed by the Crocodile Demons and driven out of the local waters.

In fact, in Thai folklore, the Naga people are divided into several tribes with different ranks, occupying all the waterways in Thailand and establishing a fairyland-like kingdom in underwater caves.

One of them, the Black River Naga, lived deep within an underground river as deep as the ocean. In order to defeat the Crocodile Demon tribe, they created the Eel God to fight against the crocodiles.

Unlike the Naga, the Eel God can breathe in water through gills and on land through lungs. It can also travel between the water and land realms and can command its subordinates, namely mountain leeches and loaches, to fight against the Crocodile Demon.

"You guessed right."

Alan nodded with a smile.

"I make a living hunting crocodiles in the central region, so dealing with crocodiles is no problem for me..."

"In that case, I don't need to come at all."

"Hahaha……"

Alan laughed a few times and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's not the case. Actually, there might be other reasons besides the crocodile infestation in Kelong Village... So, I really need a helper."

This fellow disciple then led Luo Feng to the shaded area where the monks rested and explained the situation in Kelong Village to him.

Aransit, from the central region of Thailand, made his living by catching and killing crocodiles.

His years of practice of the Eel God Technique gave him great advantages in this regard, and he did not need to fear crocodiles... Moreover, he did not act alone, but took in several crocodile hunter disciples and led them to hunt crocodiles.

"Killing is not a good thing, but since crocodiles eat people, someone has to kill them and save them. My parents were fishermen and lost their lives to crocodiles... I killed the crocodiles with the idea of ​​saving more people and accumulating good karma for my parents."

Alan sat down and started smoking his own hookah.

Of course, the most important thing is that killing and hunting crocodiles can make money.

Crocodiles are valuable from head to toe. Their meat is edible, and their bones, shells, tails, paws, oil, and penises can be used in medicine.

Whenever a crocodile attack occurs in a certain area, locals will hire them to hunt and treat the crocodiles.

Over the years, Alan Shi and his crocodile hunter apprentices have made a lot of money with this skill.

After the crocodile plague in Kelong Village, several of Alanshi's crocodile hunter apprentices arrived ahead of time. However, two of the apprentices, who had many years of experience, were killed by crocodiles that very night.

"The crocodile hunter died in the jaws of a crocodile; it's just karma, nothing to worry about."

Alan said coldly, "But my two apprentices were both experienced crocodile hunters, and their deaths are somewhat suspicious."

"I suspect that someone is secretly pulling the strings, using witchcraft to instruct those crocodiles to attack the villagers."

"Is there such a thing as witchcraft used to control crocodiles to attack villagers?"

Luo Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

"The art of controlling crocodiles does exist, but few people know it."

Alan lowered his voice and said, "I wouldn't take such a small trick seriously, but the enemy has been hiding in the shadows. We're in the dark while they're in the light, so I have no choice but to be careful!"

His words made Luo Feng suddenly realize the truth.

"From what you're saying, senior brother, the other party isn't an outsider, but a local from Kelong Village, is that right?"

"clever."

Alan nodded.

Of the five crocodile hunter apprentices he sent to Kelong Village, three survived. One of them returned to report to him and explained the situation in Kelong Village.

"Half of the people in Kelong Village are fishermen, and the other half make a living by growing rice."

Alan explained the situation of the village.

He said that the village has a good relationship with the surrounding villages and has not had any feuds. In recent years, no outsiders have come near the village.

"However, the Songkan family, the village chief of Kelong Village, acts very domineeringly. It is possible that they have offended someone in the village... After all, three men in their family have already died, all of them dragged into the water by crocodiles."

In addition, a total of eight people died in Ricklong Village during this period: three men from the village chief Songkan's family, a mother and daughter, and three fishermen.

"Senior brother, judging from what you're saying, you should already have some leads, right?"

Luo Feng heard him speak so clearly and felt that Alan must have some clues.

"There are just some clues."

Alanshi smiled and said, "I know someone in this village who should know something about this... Let's talk as we walk!"

……

……

Alanshi and Luofeng headed towards the village where Kelong Village was located.

Neatly arranged scarecrows line the farmland along the roads outside the village.

Smoke rose from the rooftops of several houses, indicating that someone was cooking.

Instead of entering the village, the two of them turned onto a small path and walked into a lush forest. After a short while, they saw a small wooden house.

This wooden house is located at the foot of a small hill, with an old well in front of it.

The cabin wasn't large, but its doors and windows were tightly shut, giving it a mysterious feel, and there wasn't a sound to be heard.

The sun hadn't set yet, and the heat hadn't dissipated, but this place didn't feel hot; instead, it had a chilly, damp feel...

"This is the residence of a sorceress in Kelong Village, who is also a herbalist. She is very knowledgeable about herbs and medicine! I think she might know something..."

Alan claimed that this shaman was of the Meng ethnic group, and the people around her called her Bomona. Originally, if the villagers of Kelong Village got sick, they would mostly come to her for help.

"This old woman can also cure ghost diseases, but as Pomona gets older, some tasks become difficult for her..."

Alan smiled wryly: "I actually know this old lady. More than ten years ago, I came to Kelong Village once and had a personal grudge with her... Although it wasn't a big deal, it was still a bit embarrassing to ask her for help."

He then said seriously, "One of the reasons I asked you to come here is that I hope to use your... no, I hope to use Professor Putaoon's face to get Pomona to tell the truth."

"Senior brother, what do you mean by that?"

"The teacher is a very influential figure in the entire Northern Thai witchcraft community."

Alan lowered his voice: "Wizards everywhere will give him some face. When you went out this time, didn't your teacher make you wear this cloth? This thing is like his symbol. Pomona may not give me a good look, but seeing you come here wearing this cloth will at least show some goodwill."

Luo Feng frowned slightly, wondering to himself, "So this is the purpose of my being here?"

"Of course, there are other things I hope you can help with, junior brother..."

He smiled and looked at the wooden house.

"There are some witchcraft arrangements here, so we must not let the Kumanthong out. We need to visit the homeowner directly. Only after she responds can we act, so as not to violate her taboos."

"OK."

Luo Feng nodded slightly.

The two arrived at the wooden house, and Alan knocked on the door.

"Is anyone there? Pomona, are you here?"

He called out several times, but no one responded.

Alan frowned slightly, reached out and pushed, and found that the door was not locked, so it was pushed open.

"What happened?"

He stepped across the threshold and entered the house, with Luo Feng following closely behind.

The two entered the wooden house and found that all the furniture and utensils were still there, but they were covered in dust and cobwebs in the corners, as if it had been abandoned for quite some time.

"Has that old hag, Pomona, left?"

Aranshi looked around, and suddenly his gaze fell on a wicker chair with a straw doll on it.

"What is this?"

He frowned slightly and reached out to grab the straw doll.

In that instant, Alan was hit.

The scarecrow, which looked no bigger than the palm of a hand, seemed to burst open, with many straws sprouting from it and covering Alanshi's entire face.

Straws sprouted one by one, spreading incessantly, burrowing into Alanshi's mouth and nostrils, bundle after bundle, pushing their way inside.

In a very short time, Alanshi couldn't even utter a sound. His eyes widened, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead stood out.