I was a charlatan in India

Mina froze upon hearing her father's voice.

She instinctively looked towards the door, then slowly shifted her gaze back to Linga, revealing a pleading expression.

Shenhe pondered for a moment and then gave a response.

Go ahead, I'll take care of everything.

Mina then calmed down a little.

"Father, I'm here."

She responded.

I don't know what this girl is thinking. Getting pregnant is fine, but getting married is not.

While Shenhe was inwardly grumbling, he tried his best to mobilize the incense ash from the surrounding area.

He discovered that if the incense ash had been offered to him, it was easy to move it, but if it did not belong to him, it was relatively difficult to extract it.

It seems that if we want to expand this ability, we need to make believers change the incense ash more frequently.

However, he currently has only three followers: one is not yet born, one is about to get married and has limited mobility, and one is even dependent on himself for food and clothing.

Sigh, being a god isn't easy.

The door was pushed open.

Vasudiv walked in first, his face revealing an barely suppressed gloom.

It felt like someone had swindled a lot of money from me.

He was followed by a man, who was probably the so-called "doctor".

The doctor was about forty years old, with a pair of dark, oily, and extremely cloudy eyes.

He had an old cloth bag tucked under his arm, bulging and revealing tools with sharp edges.

He coldly scanned Mina's entire body as if he were inspecting livestock at a market, finally fixing his gaze on her protruding belly.

"Is it her?"

The doctor paused slightly, then confirmed again.

He wasn't quite sure.

Judging from her appearance, this girl was at least seven or eight months pregnant; how could it have taken so long to be discovered?

This is a Brahmin's daughter; she should be the center of attention.

"Don't ask any more questions, just clean it up quickly."

Vasudiv did not answer directly, but simply stepped aside, crossed his arms, and leaned against the door frame.

Mina's nails dug deeper and deeper into her palm.

The doctor put down the cloth bag and untied the ribbons.

Inside, several rough earthenware jars, yellowed strips of cloth, and a copper strip about the length of a forearm with one end worn into a hook were visible.

The copper hook was covered with scratches and dark rust, the purpose of which was unknown.

It's definitely not suitable as a medical tool; it's a weapon in itself.

"Let me check the situation first."

As the doctor spoke, he walked towards Mina, extending a hand with black mud embedded in its fingernails.

Mina trembled and closed her eyes in disgust.

Vasudiv frowned slightly upon seeing this.

This doctor is a Dalit from the black market, which is a type of person who isn't even considered human, an untouchable.

If it weren't for the fact that this matter was so disgraceful that it needed to be kept quiet, he would never have allowed such a thing into the house, let alone let it touch his daughter.

This is simply a desecration of the family.

Killing a proper doctor would likely cause trouble, but killing this Dalit is no different from crushing an ant.

After this is over, we should get rid of this garbage as soon as possible.

Just as the dirty hand was about to touch Mina Sari, a cloud of incense ash rose up without wind and flew towards the doctor's face without warning.

"Cough, cough cough."

Caught off guard, the doctor inhaled some ash and immediately choked and coughed.

The smell of his breath was sour and foul, making Mina frown involuntarily.

The doctor waved his hand awkwardly in front of him, squinted his bewildered eyes, looked at the closed window with a puzzled expression, and then at the ground.

"Where did this dust come from...?"

He muttered something, thinking it was a coincidence.

He spends most of his time dealing with all sorts of dirty corners and "trouble," and he has a high tolerance for the environment.

Vasudiv frowned, said nothing, but his eyes grew even more impatient.

The doctor shook his head, regained his composure, and reached out his hand again.

This time, their target was Mina's wrist; they wanted to drag her to the bright spot in the center of the room.

This time, even more incense ash was stirred.

They avoided Vasudiv's sight, like several thin gray streams, swiftly climbing up the doctor's trouser legs and hem.

Then, it suddenly burrowed into his nostrils, which were slightly open from coughing!

"Achoo! Achoo!! Achoo!!!"

The doctor sneezed three times in a row, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he curled up completely.

He covered his nose in terror, his eyes widened, and he looked around anxiously before suddenly turning to look at Mina.

Business as usual.

But the burning pain in my nasal cavity and the taste of dust in my mouth were definitely not hallucinations.

"What are you dawdling about?!"

Vasudiv finally lost his patience and growled, "Stop pretending, I can pay more!"

"No...no, sir, this house..."

The doctor's voice trembled as he pointed to the air, then to his own nose.

"This house is a bit eerie..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Vasudiv snorted coldly: "Get on with it."

"I didn't pay you to sneeze!"

"Either you do it now, or you get out of here, and you won't get a penny!"

Thinking of the generous reward, the doctor swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the fear that was about to spill from his mouth.

Maybe...maybe I was just too nervous?

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Without further hesitation, he turned around and grabbed the cold copper hook from his cloth bag.

The rough texture gave him a twisted courage.

Looking at the grotesque tool, Mina couldn't help but tremble.

Even with the protection of the heavens, she was still terrified.

Vasudiv frowned deeply as well, but he did not stop it immediately.

He had heard that these quack doctors used extremely rough methods to induce abortions, but he wasn't sure what the hook was for.

It couldn't possibly be intended for my daughter, could it?

If it's truly inappropriate, it's not too late to stop it then.

He lowered his arm and began to approach the doctor.

Suddenly, the incense ash that had already seeped into the doctor's body burst forth all at once.

They spun rapidly, frantically churning the doctor's airway, forming layers of black barriers directly in his throat, instantly making it impossible for him to breathe!

At the same time, more incense ash clouded his eyes, blurring his vision.

The copper hook fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ugh! Hah—!!"

The doctor suddenly knelt down, clutching his throat tightly with both hands, scratching futilely at his face and neck, but unable to grasp anything.

Soon, his eyes bulged out and became bloodshot due to the intense feeling of suffocation!

run!

This is too eerie, this house is too eerie!

He turned around in a flustered manner, shoved aside the astonished Vasudiv, and fled outside without looking back.

"A monster... There's a monster in the house! An evil spirit!!"

The piercing screams faded into the distance.

"Get away from me! Leave me alone! It's not my fault...!"

Vasudiv slowly straightened up, his face filled with bewilderment and surprise.

Shenhe deliberately avoided his gaze.

The energy consumed when the Dharma Wheel was manifested made Shenhe realize that there were probably other extraordinary powers in this world.

Vasudef, being the head of a Brahmin family, might know these channels and could potentially be able to deal with him.

Therefore, Shenhe did not want to be exposed immediately.

Of course, the crisis is not over yet, and Vasudiv cannot give up.

This time, the incense ash scared the doctor away, but if this happens several times in a row, the doctor might bring in some helpers.

Shenhe dared not even imagine what he, a false god, would encounter at that time.

He had to quickly spread rumors to divert Vasudiv's attention from the matter.

At this moment, Vasudiv felt more bewildered than anything else.

Despite being a clergyman, he almost never believed in evil spirits or gods.

However, it seems that something did happen just now.

Or it could be a tactic used by low-level scum, creating a false sense of mystery and then waiting for you to offer a higher price to find him again?

Vasudiv was unsure for a moment.

His gaze fell on the tools left by the doctor, paused for a moment, and then shifted to his daughter's face.

Mina remained standing against the wall, her hands protecting her lower abdomen, her face still somewhat pale.

But... something is definitely not right.

Given my daughter's personality, she should be even more frightened.

But at this moment, her face showed a sense of certainty and determination.

That's not right.

Something gives her confidence.

Vasudiv scanned the room, finally settling his gaze on the black stone linga.