Chapter 275

I envy Pangzi; in my memory Pangzi is always an optimist. After today's worries, having cried and laughed, tomorrow he can still live happily, heehee hahaha. People say, those who are weary in heart never get fat; even a nitwit starved to extremes won't get thin. So I am destined by nature to be skinny, and Old Master Wang is destined by nature to have the physique of Maitreya Buddha.

That night I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep for a long time. This was the first time I felt so repressed I wanted to cry; when I lay on my left side I thought of Yao Yirong, and when I lay on my right side I saw Han Duo's sweet smile with a blush. Well, I was lying there trying to sleep, thinking of no one.

As a result, while I was lying there trying to sleep, a light and nimble voice sounded in my ear.

"Hai Sheng, are you asleep?" Murong Jia Jia suddenly appeared at the bedside, like a ghost—no, Murong Jia Jia is originally a ghost.

"No… I haven't slept," I sat up with panda eyes, looking at Murong Jia Jia suspiciously and asked: "You told me tonight that you'll soon leave me—what does that mean?"

Since she appeared, I might as well voice this doubt.

Murong Jia Jia gave a bitter smile and shook her head: "I don't know either; these days I've been repeatedly having the same dream."

"In the dream, my body and hands are covered in blood; all around are fallen corpses, vengeful spirits wailing in my ear, weeping as they reach for me. The picturesque rivers and mountains, dyed bit by bit red by my hands, finally become.... a human purgatory, where people struggle in a sea of blood, howl, and utter unwilling lament." Murong Jia Jia's body trembled; that was excitement. She raised her own hands, her eyes showing disbelief and pain.

"Wow, you're filming a movie!" I didn't even think, just fell asleep headfirst. Everyone says TV is harmful; if I had known, I wouldn't have let Little Fat lead Murong Jiaja to watch so many TV dramas.

What a cute little fat kid, the son of the mighty killing god Bai Qi, every time he appears he shouts Diga, palms together emitting laser rays. What a beautiful fairy Murong Jiaja, now she's directly got a delusional disorder. TV dramas, they're truly harmful.

Interrupted by Murong Jiaja like that, I actually felt sleepy, and I just felt myself drifting off into a drowsy sleep.

Until the next morning, a thunderous shout woke me up.

That shout consisted of just one word: "Dad~~" — the voice filled with disbelief and sobbing, it was Pangzi's voice. When I rushed out of the room, I saw Pangzi with red eyes squatting on the ground. Beside him lay QingSongShu and Yang Qiye.

I was startled badly, anxiously ran over; after I crouched on the ground and checked the breaths of Yang Qiye and QingSongShu, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were just unconscious, with no danger to life.

"What's going on?" I wiped Pangzi's tears clean and asked him.

Pangzi choked up, unable to speak, while Han Duo shook her head and explained to me: "This morning, Uncle Seven and Uncle Qing were sent back by the police; when they returned they were lying on stretchers, continuously unconscious."

Han Duo's words shocked me greatly; why did QingSongShu and Yang Qiye fall unconscious? Undoubtedly it's because of the child's murder; these days QingSongShu has been sleeplessly investigating the killer of the children.

Now, even QingSongShu and Yang Qiye are unconscious; the methods are heavenly, and QingSongShu, who has cultivated the Dharma Eye divine ability, has also been ambushed — just how terrifying is the person behind this?

"QingSongShu was attacked while dueling in magic, look at his forehead," Han Duo said, pointing at QingSongShu's forehead.

QingSongShu's forehead has two vertical lines; whenever he uses the Dharma Eye divine ability, this line, like the vertical line of the Third Dharma Eye of Patriarch Huaguang, always appears. This shows QingSongShu fainted during a magic duel. However, when he lay down, his hand kept pointing to the sky, and the muscles on his face remained tense.

From QingSongShu's standing perspective, that hand was pointing forward. In my mind I began to imagine the scene when QingSongShu fainted: he discovered the killer, and chanted a spell to open the Third Dharma Eye, but at that very moment of grappling, he encountered something that shocked him greatly, causing him to lose his composure; the hand pinching the Seal Finger started pointing forward, and his facial expression turned incredulous.

What exactly did QingSongShu encounter that made his usually composed self lose composure?

"Dad, wake up, Uncle Seven, wake up, in just a day's time, how did you both end up like this? Tell me, what exactly happened?" Pangzi sobbed, tightly gripping QingSongShu's shoulder.

"Pangzi, calm down; crying is useless now. Let's all calm down and not lose our composure, okay?" I comforted Pangzi; seeing him dazed and helpless, clutching QingSongShu's shoulder tightly, his whole person like a lost-soul patient, I couldn't help but slap him hard, hoping to wake him up.

When Pangzi fell to the ground, Han Duo suddenly exclaimed: "Hai Sheng, Pangzi, look."

Han Duo pointed to QingSongShu's neck, where a red, flower-like pattern appeared just below the occipital region. If I hadn't slapped Pangzi hard, and if Pangzi hadn't gripped him so tightly, shaking his neck when he fell, we might never have seen this pattern.

"What is this? How could a flower imprint appear on QingSongShu's neck? Could this be a clue deliberately left by the killer?" I muttered to myself.

Han Duo firmly shook her head: "No, this is not a flower, it's the Blood Soul Curse, the legendary Blood Soul Curse." As she said this, she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Blood Soul Curse, what is that?" I and Pangzi asked in unison.

Han Duo exclaimed in shock: "This is a curse recorded in my Mei Shan. The strength of the curse depends on the caster. It casts with its own soul, tightly linked to the caster. If you can break this incantation, it means you have killed the other party; conversely, the stronger the other party's magic, the stronger the blood curse becomes."

"No, to be precise, the curse's power is over ten times the opponent's cultivation. Unless you have magic power more than ten times greater than theirs, you cannot break this incantation." Han Duo shook her head, redefining it.

"You mean QingSongShu and Yang Qiye's unconsciousness is due to this flower's doing?" I asked doubtfully.

Han Duo hesitated not at all, immediately nodding. Pangzi, unable to wait, drew talismans with chicken blood from slaughtering a chicken, applying his familiar method of breaking curses onto QingSongShu.

However, as Pangzi broke the curse, he violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. QingSongShu remained unmoved, and the blood-colored little flower showed no sign of fading.

"Don't try; if you could break this curse, the other party wouldn't have cast it." Han Duo shook her head.

"Then, in your knowledge, is there any way to break this curse?" Since we can't break it, we have to place our hopes on Han Duo.

"Yes, the best way to break this curse is to kill the caster." Han Duo said, word by word, very seriously: "This curse is closely tied to the caster's cultivation. Moreover, the curse's power is ten times, even a hundred times or more, the caster's cultivation. For an ordinary person to break the curse is extremely difficult, so the best way is to kill the caster. This is the curse's most peculiar aspect, yet also its weakest point."

"What more is there to say? Just go find where my dad fainted. I swear I'll drag out that damned bastard and hack him to pieces." Pangzi said hatefully, without hesitation, began packing his magical implements and headed out.

"Hai Sheng, listen to me first." As I was about to go into the room and pack things together with Pangzi, Han Duo grabbed me.

"This matter isn't that simple." Han Duo warned me not to act rashly.

"I know this isn't simple, but we must always find the killer!" Han Duo's words were correct; the killer's eeriness truly makes one's heart tremble.

"No, I'm talking about Qing Uncle and Seven Uncle and them." While I was doubtful, Han Duo shook her head and said firmly: "The Blood Soul Curse has many uses; what state the cursed person shows depends entirely on the caster's intention. He can make a person live in nightmares lifetime after lifetime, unable to sleep peacefully; he can make a person have hallucinations every day, waving a knife to self-harm. But have you thought about why the other party would cast such a curse? Since he can curse Qing Uncle, he certainly could kill Qing Uncle and them."

"Why would the other party keep Qing Uncle and Seven Uncle, and just kill Qing Uncle outright? Wouldn't that be better, settling it once and for all? Why would he do such an unnecessary thing? And why is he keeping Qing Uncle and Seven Uncle? Have you thought about this?" Han Duo finally took a deep breath and said: "Hai Sheng, I think we should calm down now, not think about anything, wait until calm returns to our minds, then we'll decide what to do, okay?".