they found was that on the night the girl disappeared, the beggar followed her into a small alley. When I use the information mining service, it doesn't bring any results. In the end, they had to release him because there was not enough evidence to detain him.
From then on, the tea room often whispered mean things about the old beggar, like anyone who was intimate or showed pity towards him like Ms. Phung would mysteriously disappear. That's why there's an incident where the singers here treat an old man like a leper. As for Linh, she doesn't care about that because she thinks "a weak old man can hardly cause loss." Save it for a certain singer named Phung"
But it seems that Linh's thoughts have now been completely broken because the old man only used one arm in all his actions, from the time he grabbed Linh's shirt to the time he took her up. It was only one arm that was enough to show her how terrifying the power of the person standing in front of her was.
In this dire situation, Linh did not care about that but just wanted to escape from him and continue to seek death.
_ pop.
A direct slap on Linh's cheek made her dizzy and almost fell.
_ Apart from hiding, what else can a young person like you think of?
The old beggar glared straight at Linh's face and asked, the girl seemed hesitant.
_ then you see everything I...
_ Forget about the excuses, you'll be very happy if you die, those little bastards who orchestrated the plan to destroy your reputation last night will be very happy. And your family will always have a bad reputation, understand?
The old beggar interrupted, Linh seemed to feel that those cold eyes could see everything that happened to her. All the despicable plans or fake words of jealous people cannot escape him. After a few minutes of struggling, the young singer finally had to sit helplessly on the ground.
_ But what should I do now, when all the disadvantages are facing me?
Linh said, the old beggar looked at her with cold eyes.
_ As long as you want, I can help you get revenge. Not only that, her singing career will advance like a kite.
The old man said, his voice was a bit gloomy, making Linh feel that the beggar standing in front of her was not from this world. And I don't understand why she made the decision to leave her fate up to him so quickly.

Probably because after the recent drama, the name Linh Linh died, what's left is just a soulless body, so whether you believe or doubt what a stranger says is not important.
_ call me old Tong.
The old beggar said, then looked into the distance and repeated the sentence again:
_ I will help you advance your career very far... in return...
_ I agree to any price.
Linh interrupted old Tong's words, her eyes clearly showing determination. Now, deep within that gentle face, there was no longer any benevolence, but a hint of cruelty. If others have not hesitated to trample on her honor to step up, there is no reason to forgive. Being merciful in this world filled with false glory means plunging yourself into the mud. years cannot be washed away. Unfortunately, it was only when Linh fell into this situation that she realized that.
_ Okay then follow me.
Old Tong said then quietly turned and left. Linh saw that and quickly chased after him. Soon the two of them arrived in front of a small alley. Looking inside, they only saw darkness covering the entire narrow passage that was only enough for two pedestrians to avoid each other. From a certain corner of that dark night, Linh heard the sound of a cat coming as if it wanted to tear apart the silence that existed inside.
_ come in.
Old Tong said, this time he took the initiative to hold Linh's hand. She felt the rough fingertips touching her skin, very cold, and then she didn't want to withdraw her hand but just followed him into the small alley. In the darkness, she couldn't tell how far she had gone. She only knew that when she stopped, she felt like she was standing in front of an old iron door. In Linh's ear, she heard the sound of the lock being opened, then the sound of the oil-dried hinges "creaking" before a bit of light came out from inside, just enough to illuminate a small corner of the alley. This monstrosity.
_ this is my house.
Old Tong said and then stepped inside. Linh watched and felt something cold and gloomy. After that, she had no way to turn back so she took a deep breath and set foot inside the house. Stepping through the door, she saw straight into her eyes a large altar covered with blue, red, purple, and yellow talismans, gently swaying by an unintentional wind. On the table top are nearly a dozen bowls of incense still smoking next to flickering candles providing light for the whole room. But what caught Linh's attention the most were the ceramic jars placed below the altar. They looked no different from the jars of medicinal wine often found in normal families if it weren't for the strange characters engraved on them. .
_ A few jars of holy water are nothing.
Old Tong said, I don't know when that old beggar came around Linh's back, leaned into her ear and spoke with a hoarse voice that sounded like it was coming from hell.
_ Yes.
Linh replied, she knew with such a close distance between the two of them what would happen next. That is not what she cares about, after all she is not a pure girl now so satisfying his desire in exchange for a promise is not strange at all.
As for Mr. Tong, after turning around and closing the door of his house, he walked to Linh's side once more. This time his eyes were fixed on the singer's graceful body.
_ take off your clothes.
The old man said coldly, his voice seemed to be giving orders to the person standing in front of him. This made Linh feel a bit surprised, she thought this old beggar or shaman would at least drag her into a certain room and then take action. Why does he want to do sex between men and women right in front of the altar that is still filled with incense smoke?
_ What do you think? I told him to take off all his clothes and lie on the counter so I could perform the magic.
Old Tong said, pointing to the counter placed in front of the altar. At this time, Linh let out a loud noise and walked towards the other board. Although he was a little embarrassed to have to lie naked on a plank in front of bowls of incense, whether it was worshiping demons or gods, the humiliation that those people caused tonight was unforgivable. She tightened her hands and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, then finally threw her underwear aside.
_ very good.
Old Tong looked at Linh's white body without a single piece of clothing, nodded slightly, then walked to the altar, took an old brush and a knife made of stone along with a small wooden box. where Linh placed everything on her belly.
_ ready ?
The old man asked, Linh pursed her lips and nodded. At this time, he picked up the blade of the knife, raised it high, caught a seal and whispered the spell, the sound invited the ghosts and gods to climax, suddenly he grabbed Linh's right hand and cut a deep wound into the finger. the girl's pointer with a very quick movement.
_ Asian.
Linh cried out in surprise, then quickly gritted her teeth to endure the pain. And that old shaman also quickly collected the blood flowing from the girl's finger until it was enough for a tiny cup of love mat. Putting the bowl aside, Mr. Tong took out a small tall bottle from the box and applied it to Linh's index finger. Immediately, the wound stopped bleeding and showed signs of healing very quickly, even visible to the naked eye.
After taking Linh's blood, old Tong mixed it with a black liquid with a pungent smell taken from one of the five ceramic vases placed below the altar. After mixing the two things together, he whispered the spell again, held the pen in his hand, dipped it in the mixture and then carefully drew the spells on Linh's body.
The scent of the ink mixed with Linh's blood and the liquid of unknown origin made her feel nauseous and wanted to vomit everything in her stomach. After that, she tried to hold her breath and swallow everything so that the shaman could finish the ritual. When the spell ended, he put the remaining ink bowl in front of Linh.
_ drink it.
He said, then pulled Linh up and placed the cup of water in her hand. Linh looked at the black, tar-like liquid that smelled like a dead fish and could only gag.
_If I don't drink this whole cup of medicine, my magic won't work.
The old shaman said coldly. At this time, Linh had to hold her breath and close her eyes to swallow all that liquid into her stomach. Afterwards, she felt that its aftertaste was not bad, if not delicious.
_ good, now take this every day and rub it all over your body before leaving the house.
Old Tong said and then gave Linh a jar made of black wood, inside containing a thick brownish-black mixture like the tall jars used in the countryside. But here this thing gives off a light, fragrant scent as if it wants to draw Linh's sense of smell closer.