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He will make him pay a thousand times, a hundred times the price.

The gray-robed man paused, but his clear voice continued, "Young Master, I find this matter suspicious. If someone is made a mute slave, it's to prevent them from revealing any information. Why then make them learn to write?"

The boy stopped, chuckled softly, his laughter sounding eerily eerie in the night. He was exquisitely beautiful, and after a long pause, he said, "Lian, do you really think I can't see through anything?" The boy turned around, his eerie purple eyes gazing intently at him. "For Yijun, even knowing it's a trap, even if I face a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I will do it. Even if it takes me to hell, I will ensure that nothing happens to Yijun."

The boy's face was aloof and indifferent, with a beauty and determination like moonlight, and his eyes were full of coldness and wickedness.

The gray-robed man stared at him, his sapphire blue eyes filled with an indescribable complexity.

“They underestimated me, An Jin, thinking I was so easy to defeat. Lian, they all say that Young Master Jin is a demon, and I think they are absolutely right. If you harm Dao Jun Jin, or any one of you, I will turn this world into hell.”

"Young Master..." Lian hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. He had changed. Ever since he lost his memory four years ago, he had changed, becoming stronger and more fearsome. But why did he feel sorry for him and even more willing to follow him for the rest of his life?

The boy stood quietly for a while, then sighed softly and said, "Send a letter to Qingci, Gekong, and Xiaoqi. Yijun's illness cannot be delayed. If Qingci is here, he can hold on for a while." The boy had his back to him, so Lian could not see his expression. The boy said casually, "If anything happens to me, please take good care of Yijun and Jin Kingdom for me."

"Young Master—"

Before Lian could react, the young man in white had already gracefully departed.

A white, animal-like figure followed behind him.

Lian was stunned for a moment, a chill running down his spine. He had a bad feeling; he should hurry and get them ready, because perhaps the real war was about to begin.

"Mom, will you die?"

“Baby, how could that be? With Mom here, you’ll be fine.”

The little girl whispered, "I know, I've always known."

“Actually,” she suddenly laughed, “I know Mom already remembers a lot, but since Mom doesn’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask. Yijun just wants to become stronger and protect Mom well in the future, so that you will never be hurt again. Master told me that you suffered a lot in the past, and that I must be sensible and listen to you. I always remember, Mom. When Yijun grows up, I will go back and get back every single scar on your body.”

“Silly child,” the boy, who had been dressed in white robes and looked cold, suddenly showed endless tenderness between his brows. “It’s my fault. You are still so young and should have a simple childhood like other children. It’s my fault.”

Suddenly, the little girl's face contorted in pain, and she vomited several mouthfuls of blood. But she still managed a weak smile and said to the boy, "Mom, don't worry, I'm not afraid at all. Yijun isn't afraid of death at all. If there's a next life, Yijun still wants to be your daughter." After saying that, she fainted.

The boy, supporting the girl who had fainted from the pain, clenched his fists and said, almost word by word, "I will make those who hurt you suffer the most unbearable punishment in front of you. Trust me, Mom." He wouldn't even spare a four-year-old child; it's unforgivable!

Looking at the person who was still groaning in pain while unconscious, the boy's eyes turned red with hatred.

The witchcraft and black magic of the southwest.

It was cast on a child, and it was the most powerful curse.

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143. The Lost Soul (Part 2)

"Jiangtou" is a type of witchcraft that is prevalent in the Miao region of southwestern China.

To cast a spell involves great risk and even suffering for the caster. If they are not careful, the spell can backfire and kill them. Therefore, unless there is a major conflict of interest or a deep-seated hatred, no one would usually cast such a spell. Black magic is an evil art and a form of magic that can harm people. As a result, it is banned in many countries, and black magic practitioners have a very low social status and are ostracized. They usually hide or walk in the mountains and rarely come to crowded places.

Among all forms of black magic, the most powerful is the Golden Silkworm Blood Curse, also known as the Soul-Losing Skull Curse. The caster must possess special abilities, otherwise the next blood curse will cause them to lose half their life. The Golden Silkworm Blood Curse is even more powerful; the caster will surely die. If someone survives after casting this curse, then that person must be a formidable black magic practitioner with special abilities.

The person who casts the spell must use their own blood as a catalyst. During the casting, they cut their right middle finger with a clean blade, squeeze out a drop of blood onto the object being cast, and then combine this with a blood incantation to enhance the power of the curse. Moreover, the curse can only be lifted when the person who cast the curse breaks it. The method to lift the curse is known only to the person who cast it. In other words, if the person being cursed cannot find the curse caster before they die, and if the curse caster willingly lifts the curse for the person being cursed, then the person being cursed will undoubtedly die.

However, the chances of the curse being broken are very small, because when a curse is broken, the curse caster will suffer a backlash. Curse casters with insufficient power often die from the backlash of their own curses. Even if a curse caster is highly skilled, they may still suffer a backlash and be severely damaged. They must find a place to recuperate in order to escape the calamity of their curse being broken.

Another theory suggests that if one wants to remove a curse without suffering a backlash or losing their life, the curse caster needs to pay a certain price, and no one can say for sure what that price is. Therefore, even if you find a curse caster, it doesn't necessarily mean that the curse caster can remove the curse from the person who was cursed.

When I brought Yijun back to the post station, I immediately went to find a doctor. Unexpectedly, all the doctors in Xianyang City were so frightened by Yijun's symptoms that they all ran away on the spot. Even those who didn't run away were quite frightened. Although they didn't know much about this kind of black magic and blood curse, they had been practicing medicine for many years and could tell that this kind of black magic was cast by a very powerful black magic master, so they all left.

Finally, Lian found a senior doctor from Jin Kingdom in Xianyang City. After examining her, the doctor sighed, frowned, and told us the long and detailed story above.

Thinking of the boy in the gray robe, and the way he deliberately bumped into Yijun, it was clearly premeditated. Presumably, our tracks were discovered as soon as we entered Xianyang City, and Yijun became their target.

Because they understood that Jin Shao herself had no weaknesses or flaws, her only and fatal weakness was her most beloved daughter. Therefore, their target became Yi Jun. Along the way, we were secretly protected by the people of Jin Kingdom, but we did not expect such a big mistake to occur. We underestimated them and they set their sights on four-year-old Yi Jun.

To treat a four-year-old child so cruelly, they are truly inhuman. Since they are so eager to see me, An Jin, then I will fight them. They are after me, and I don't want Yi Jun to suffer any unnecessary harm.

I don't know how cold-hearted I've become, nor do I know how I managed to extract this only clue from that thin, mute boy slave in the dungeon that Jin Kingdom built in Later Qin.

When the old doctor left, he only said that she would have at most a month to live. If the condition could not be cured after a month, Yi Jun would slowly rot all over her body, oozing pus. Then, the corpse worms would begin to sprout from where she had fallen and begin to suck blood from her body until she bled out and became a dried corpse.

One month, at most I only have one month.

So even though I knew it was just a trap to lure me in, I still went without hesitation, because only by reaching the end of the trap could I see the sorcerer and have a chance to capture him and break the blood curse on Yi Jun.

The paper he held in his hand contained only a few short sentences: "Liuyue Manor in the suburbs, Tu seeks out the strange and divine doctor."

This person doesn't know how to solve it, but he knows how to solve it, until someone can solve it.

When I arrived there, it was just beginning to get light. My eyes, which I hadn't slept for several days, were a little red and sore.

When I arrived there, I saw a very old manor. The bluestone walls were covered with green vines, the stone lions in front of the gate were leaning, and two old and tattered red lanterns hung in front of the gate, swaying in the somewhat desolate wind.

I looked at the somewhat strange and old house, composed myself, and then walked over and knocked on the door.

The sound of tapping on the ancient wood created a chilling effect in the desolate and quiet surroundings.

I waited for a while, and then an old man with a hunched back opened the door. He looked at me with a calm expression, as if he had known I would come all along.

"Is there something you need, young master?"

I noticed that her eyes were somewhat cloudy, yet there was a glimmer of clarity within them. Since that was the case, I didn't need to hide from her. I looked at her and respectfully said, "Junior An Jin has come to pay a visit."

"Oh," he nodded indifferently, without announcing anything, and simply opened the door to let me in.

He lowered his eyes and said, "My master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come in."

I nodded and stepped inside. Only then did I realize that the manor was the same inside and out, like a long-abandoned estate. There were fallen leaves and weeds everywhere, and the houses were old and dilapidated. It looked a bit like a place where paranormal events had occurred or a haunted house.

Thinking about it, I realized how ridiculous I was. The past is gone, so why do I still remember those ghost stories and horror movies I'm watching now?

Looking back, I realize how naive and childish I was back then.

Led by an old servant, I followed him through winding corridors and several arched doorways. The whole way was eerily quiet, with a scene of decay and desolation. Even the flowers and plants in the gardens, which hadn't been tended to for a very long time, were all covered in weeds.

This mountain villa may seem small, but it's actually a winding, layered complex that seems to have no end.

I followed him all the way. He didn't speak, and I didn't ask anything either. Everything was eerily quiet. There wasn't even the sound of insects chirping or birds singing. Everything seemed to have stopped. I felt as if I was in a frozen space, isolated from the world and far removed from places where people live.

My expression was calm, but I could tell that this courtyard was definitely not as simple as it looked; it was strangely eerie.

Finally, he stopped in a room in an inconspicuous corner. I looked around and saw lush, verdant bamboo forests, somewhat eerie, and even the air was cold. My face stung from the slight breeze.

"Master, the person has been brought."

A hoarse voice came from inside the room, seemingly from an old man. He gave a faint "hmm" and said, "You can go down now."

I held my breath; the person inside was none other than the eccentric healer, Tu Mi.

Chapter 144 The Young Divine Doctor

I remained calm and pushed open the door. The old wooden door made a grating cracking sound, but in the blink of an eye, a cold arrow grazed past my hair. My heart skipped a beat, and I saw a few strands of hair fall down. If I hadn't dodged in time by hearing the sound of air movement, the arrow would already be embedded in my head.

I was taken aback, but quickly said with cold disdain, "I never thought a divine doctor would resort to such underhanded tactics."

A few strange laughs came from inside, and a cold voice said, "Everyone in the martial arts world knows that I, the Strange Doctor, have this peculiar habit. If you're not prepared, don't come in, lest you don't leave alive."

"A quirk?" I muttered to myself, a little puzzled. I had no idea. And before this, I had never heard of this strange doctor.

But I sneered, even if you have mountains of knives and seas of fire waiting for me, I, An Jinzhao, will brave them.

I pushed the door open forcefully. Only then did I realize that the interior was nothing like its apparent simplicity. In the opposite open space, a person sat leisurely brewing medicine. Wisps of smoke obscured his face, making it impossible to see clearly. But I was certain it was a confident face.

I looked down at my feet and realized I was in a trap. One wrong step and I could be killed.

I stared at the array for a long time, then burst out laughing, feeling a little dizzy. This strange doctor is really just a kid; he confidently set up such an array to harm people. I'm really puzzled as to why the people who came to him before me were stumped by this, which only fueled his confidence in his arrays.

I pondered for a long time.

The formation he set up was strikingly similar to the Plum Blossom Formation in Gomoku (Five in a Row). The Plum Blossom Formation is known for its offensive capabilities, so it's no wonder he used it in his formation.

In Gomoku (Five in a Row), the Plum Blossom Formation is a complex and multi-faceted game, making it difficult to defend against if the key points are not identified. In other words, if I can't find the key points, I might fall victim to this little trick.

The most distinctive feature of the Plum Blossom Formation is the combination of three diagonal formations and four opposing formations. By pulling and stretching, it creates openings for attack while disrupting the opponent's defensive connections, thus creating opportunities for victory and kills.

However, I sneered. This formation has a fatal opponent: the Bagua Formation, which is easy to defend.

The essence of the Eight Trigrams lies in sealing off all of the opponent's attacks. Once the Eight Trigrams are arranged in a formation, even if you want to manipulate them, you can't. The key to arranging the Eight Trigrams formation is not in the form, but in the intention. So at this moment, my eyes were fixed on the formation before me, the yin lines, the yang lines... the connecting pieces... my mind was racing, my thoughts were gradually clearing. Then suddenly, a vast open field appeared before me, and everything suddenly became clear.

The diagrams unfolded clearly before me, connecting to form a path. I smiled knowingly, a sense of clarity welling up within me, and my eyes shone with confidence.

A cold voice came from the other end: "I advise you to leave quickly."

I looked up and scoffed.

The next second, before he could react, I appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

I looked at him with a cold smile. His eyes were full of astonishment; even his hand, which had been stirring the medicine in the jar, stopped, and the spoon fell to the ground. He clearly hadn't expected anyone to get through his mechanism.

"You, how could you?"

Before he could finish expressing his surprise, he was speechless for the next second because my fingers were already tightly gripping his throat.

If he struggles even slightly, I can ensure he never sees the sun rise again.

His eyes had calmed down by now, and he was unmoved by my threats, only looking at me with curiosity.

It was only then that I noticed that this person, this miracle doctor, was actually a teenager! A teenager who looked even younger than me!

His pale skin made him look unhealthy. I could clearly see the blue veins under his skin. His lips were dry, pale, and thin. He was rather thin, like a frail and delicate young man.

I have some doubts.

Is this the hoarse-voiced, eccentric miracle doctor Xu Mi?

Seeing my surprise and doubt, he forced a somewhat sickly smile and said coldly in a hoarse voice, "Strange, isn't it? I've had a strange illness since I was a child, and I've remained the same since the day I came of age. They all say I'm a devil, and they're all afraid of me, but I'm just someone who's sick and needs medication to stay alive. I'm already sixty years old."

I looked at this "young man" with mixed feelings of surprise and uncertainty. Sixty years old—that did match his voice and the rumors circulating in the martial arts world. Looking at this strangely young face, I suddenly realized that immortality wasn't such a good thing after all. A sixty-year-old man with a youthful face was truly bizarre.

Seeing my astonished gaze, he seemed completely bewildered, perhaps because he was already used to such looks.

“By the way,” he turned to me and asked, “how did you break my formation?”

I chuckled: "That's easy. Every child in our area can do it."

Upon hearing this, his face flushed slightly with anger and humiliation. He looked at me and said angrily, "How dare you insult my masterpiece! Don't try to fool me."

I smiled innocently, then said dismissively, "How do you know I'm not telling the truth?"