Chapter 547: Thanks to the Crown Bestowed by Heaven's Eye, QingSongShu Has Fainted

I envy Pangzi; in my memory, Pangzi is always an optimist. After today's depressions, crying and laughing, tomorrow he can live happily again. People say, those who are weary in heart never get fat; even a good-for-nothing starved to the extreme won't become thin. So I am born destined to be a skinny one, and Wang Da Ye, born destined 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 suppressed to the point of wanting to cry; when I lay on my left, I thought of Yao Yirong; when I lay on my right, it was Han Duo's sweet face glowing with a red blush. Well, I was lying there asleep, thinking of no one, and no one thinking of me.

As a result, while I was lying there asleep, a light and agile voice sounded in my ear.

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

"No... not asleep," I sat up with panda eyes, looking at Murong JiaJia 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 JiaJia 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 red bit by bit by my hands, finally become.... a human purgatory, where people struggle in a sea of blood, howl, and utter unwilling lament." Murong JiaJia's body trembled; that was excitement. She raised her own hands, her eyes showing disbelief and pain.

"Holy crap, you're filming a movie!" I didn't think, just flopped onto the bed and fell asleep. Everyone says TV is harmful; if I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have let Little Fat lead Murong JiaJia to watch so many TV dramas.

What an adorable little fatty, the son of the mighty killing god Bai Qi, who whenever he appears shouts "Diga" and puts his palms together to emit laser beams. What a beautiful fairy Murong JiaJia, now directly suffering from delusion. TV dramas, truly harmful indeed.

Being interrupted by Murong JiaJia like that, I actually felt sleepy, and I drifted off into a hazy sleep.

Until the next morning, a sky‑shaking loud shout woke me up.

That loud shout consisted of just one word: "Dad~~" The voice held 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 Qi Ye.

I was greatly startled, hurriedly ran over, and after I crouched on the ground to check the breaths of Yang Qi Ye and QingSongShu, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was only unconsciousness, no danger to life.

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

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

Han Duo's words shocked me greatly. Why did QingSongShu and Uncle Yang faint? Undoubtedly because of the child's murder; these past days QingSongShu has been sleeplessly investigating the killer of the children.

Now, even QingSongShu and Yang Qi Ye are unconscious—methods reaching the heavens, and QingSongShu, who has cultivated the Dharma Eye divine ability, also fell to a sneak attack; just how terrifying is the person behind this?

"Uncle QingSong was attacked while dueling with magic—look at his forehead," Han Duo said, pointing at QingSongShu's forehead.

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

If we consider QingSongShu standing, that hand points forward. In my mind I began to imagine the situation when QingSongShu fainted: he discovered the killer, began chanting to open the Third Dharma Eye, but at that very moment of grappling, he encountered something that shocked him greatly, causing him to lose composure; the hand pinching the Seal Finger started pointing forward, and his facial expression turned to disbelief.

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

"Dad, wake up, Uncle Yang, wake up—only a day has passed, how did you both end up like this? Tell me, what exactly happened?" Pangzi sobbed, clutching QingSongShu's shoulders tightly.

"Pangzi, calm down; crying now is useless. Let's all calm down and not lose our composure, okay." I comforted Pangzi; seeing him dazed and helpless, gripping QingSongShu's shoulders tightly, his whole person like a lost‑soul patient, I involuntarily slapped him hard, hoping to wake him up.

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

Han Duo pointed to QingSongShu's neck—a red, flower‑like pattern just below the base of his skull. If I hadn't slapped Pangzi hard, 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 be imprinted on QingSongShu's neck? Could it be a clue the killer deliberately left?" I muttered to myself.

Han Duo firmly shook her head: "No, this isn't a flower; it's the Blood Soul Curse, the legendary Blood Soul Curse." As she spoke, 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 Mountain. The strength of the curse depends on the caster. It casts using its own soul, tightly linked to the caster. If you can undo this incantation, it means you have killed the other party; conversely, the stronger the other's magic, the stronger the blood curse becomes."

"No, to be precise, the curse's power exceeds ten times the opponent's cultivation. Unless you have more than ten times their magical power, you cannot undo this incantation." Han Duo shook her head, redefining it.

"You mean QingSongShu and Yang Qi Ye's unconsciousness is caused by this flower?" I asked doubtfully.

Han Duo hesitated not at all, immediately nodding. Pangzi, unable to wait, used the method of killing a chicken to take blood and draw talismans, applying the curse‑breaking technique he knew well onto QingSongShu.

However, while Pangzi was breaking the curse, he violently vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. QingSongShu remained unmoved, and the bloody little flower showed no sign of fading.

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

"Then, in your knowledge, is there any way to undo this curse?" Since we can't undo it, we have to place our hopes on Han Duo. Sister-in-law's Miao Brush Pavilion Yin Mountain Daoist's Notes.

"Yes, the best way to undo 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, the caster's cultivation. Ordinary people trying to undo it face extreme difficulty, so the best method 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 cut him into a thousand pieces." Pangzi said hatefully, without hesitation, began gathering his magical implements and headed out.

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

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

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

"No, I'm talking about Uncle Qing and Uncle Yang." As I wondered, Han Duo shook her head firmly: "The Blood Soul Curse has wide uses; whatever condition the cursed person shows depends entirely on the caster's intent. He can make people live in nightmares lifetime after lifetime, unable to sleep peacefully, or make them have daily hallucinations, waving knives to self‑harm. But have you considered why the other side would cast such a curse? Since he can curse Qing, he certainly has the ability to kill them."

"Why would the other side keep Qing and Yang alive instead of just killing Qing outright and ending it? Why go to all this trouble? What is the purpose of keeping Qing and Yang? Have you thought about that?" Han Duo finally took a deep breath and said: "Hai Sheng, I think we should now calm down, not think about anything, and when clarity returns to our minds, we can decide what to do, okay?"