Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 231 Magic

"As the Marquis said, it is evil spirit." Lu Ziqing said.

"This is a forbidden technique within the Maoshan sect. Those with bad intentions use it to harm others. However, due to its overbearing and evil aura, the caster needs great luck to suppress it, otherwise they will be haunted by karma. Therefore, this technique can only be used once."

It was the first time that Xiao Yan heard Lu Ziqing talk about something so unfamiliar and beyond his comprehension, and he felt uneasy.

"So this technique has no weaknesses? How can we break it?"

"There is a weakness." Lu Ziqing said, "The caster needs to write talismans and burn them in front of the substitute for 27 consecutive days. During this period, it is easy to be discovered. If you meet someone of the same faith, they can break the spell. I was careless and let that person take advantage of the loophole."

"What a vicious sorcery," Xiao Yan said. "If it can make people's lives worse than death and kill people without them even noticing, then doesn't that mean it can harm anyone it wants?"

"I just said that no one dares to use it a second time." Lu Ziqing said, "Also, it requires something close to the person being treated."

"You mean..." Xiao Yan reacted for a moment, then was shocked, "Someone took your personal belongings and gave them to that demon?"

Lu Ziqing nodded in agreement. Xiao Yan was filled with anger and suddenly clutched the quilt tightly.

"The only people you can get close to are in this house, and in the Imperial Hospital. Who are those patients you visited?"

Lu Ziqing said: "The Imperial Hospital and the patients should not be able to get along. There is still a distance between them."

"That's the man in this house." Xiao Yan's eyes were grim, and his voice had turned cold. "He should be detained and tortured."

"Now is not the time." Lu Ziqing said, "I have to deal with that demon while I still have breath. He will definitely kill me if he curses me every day. Tonight, please help me meditate and regulate my breathing, and then help me put my things in place and keep no one in the house."

Hearing the words "he will surely die", Xiao Yan's heart tightened. He didn't dare to say anything else. He just carefully helped Lu Ziqing sit cross-legged and watched him weakly enter a state of meditation.

In the secret room on North Street, incense and candles were burning brightly. Qiu Zhenlin was lying on the couch, talking in his sleep. After a while, he was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

He shuddered, turned over and continued to sleep. After a few breaths, he sat up again. It was unknown what he was thinking about. He seemed to have sensed something and walked to the altar and picked up the straw man to look at it.

After a while, he held the straw man tightly, turned the seven needles, and inserted them deeper.

"what--"

Lu Ziqing suddenly cried out in pain, vomited a mouthful of blood and rolled over on the bed. Xiao Yan was immediately frightened and froze in shock.

He had never seen Lu Ziqing vomiting blood and suffering in front of him like this before. He had no time to think about it, and was only anxious and afraid.

Xiao Yan hugged Lu Ziqing to comfort him, but Lu Ziqing curled up in pain, grabbing the fabric on his arm and trying to bite his hand.

"No."

Xiao Yan immediately raised his hand to hold Lu Ziqing's face. His hand had been bitten. He frowned and endured the pain. Lu Ziqing was in so much pain that sweat broke out on his face and his neck turned red.

Xiao Yan held him tightly and let him bite for a long time before he finally relaxed. Lu Ziqing regained consciousness and loosened his mouth. The teeth marks on his palm were already bleeding.

He collapsed weakly in Xiao Yan's arms and said weakly, "I'm... sorry."

Seeing his expression, Xiao Yan felt incredibly distressed. He reached out and cupped his sweaty face, wiping away the blood. He asked nervously, "How is it? Does it still...does it still hurt?"

Lu Ziqing shook his head weakly and rested for a while. With anger in his eyes, he said with difficulty: "Help me up."

In the morning, the medicine pot on the kitchen stove was steaming. Xiaowu stirred it with chopsticks, looking worried.

"It's already the fourth day, and the door to your room is closed. I wonder what happened last night?"

Xiao Liu fanned the fire and replied, "It should be fine with the master guarding inside."

Speaking of the master, Xiao Wu was also worried. "The master didn't eat anything until last night, and only drank some water. What should we do if this continues?"

He sighed, "The young master is seriously ill and can't get up, and the master has no appetite. If this were in a play, they would be called the star-crossed couple."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiaoliu fanned him with a palm-leaf fan. "Young Master is not a woman, what's the point of reading those storybooks all day? Hurry up and serve the medicine over."

Xiao Wu said "Oh" and was about to take the medicine and porridge out when he looked up and saw Park Yoo-jin walking in. He had never been so close to a beauty in private, and his heart was so nervous that it was in his throat.

"Miss Park, Miss Park."

Park Yoo-jin casually asked, "Is this your husband's medicine? I'll just take it over."

Seeing Xiaowu's useless look, Xiaoliu rolled his eyes slightly, turned to Park Youzhen, and said politely: "Don't bother Miss Park with this kind of thing, we can do it ourselves."

Park Youzhen looked melancholy. "My master has been seriously ill recently and I haven't been able to help much. Please let me serve the medicine and food. Otherwise, I will feel guilty."

Before Xiaoliu could say anything else, Xiaowu spoke up before him, "Miss Park is truly kind and beautiful. I'll trouble you to make the trip."

"What are you talking about, little brother Wu?" Park Youzhen said, "We are here to serve the master, so this little thing is our duty."

As she spoke, she picked up the food tray and went outside. Xiaoliu lowered his eyes and saw Xiaowu standing there in a daze, as if he had been possessed.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Wu took a few seconds to react before turning his eyes to Xiao Liu, seemingly asking for confirmation with a smile, "She, she just called me Brother Xiao Wu, did you hear that? Such a beautiful woman is really..."

Xiao Liu went to clean the stove with a speechless look on his face. "Look at you, you're so obsessed with a woman just by calling her? If I touch you, won't your soul leave your body?"

"What do you know?" Xiao Wu was still savoring the thought. "This is no ordinary woman. It's a pity that I'll never meet her in my lifetime."

Park Yoo-jin knocked on the door of the main house with the medicine, but no one answered. She stood in the wind and waited for a while.

Just as she was about to think about it, the door opened. Xiao Yan stood at the door with a serious face and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

Whenever Park Youzhen saw him, she felt inexplicably weak in her heart and her hands trembled slightly. "My Lord, here are the medicine for the official, the young master, and your porridge."

Xiao Yan didn't respond, but took the tray and was about to leave. When he closed the door, Park Youzhen glanced at a half-exposed table in the room. A yellow cloth was hanging down, and the half sword body shook. The wind that blew in blew a piece of yellow paper to the ground.

When the door closed, her heart skipped a beat and she turned and went into the bedroom. Kazaar was sitting in front of the chessboard studying the new chess game he had learned. She hurriedly closed the door and went in.

"Don't study your thing yet, the master is alive."

"What?" Kazar looked at her in disbelief. "Sir, wasn't he going to die? How come he's alive?"

Park Youzhen said, "I just delivered medicine and accidentally saw someone in the house. There was a table with some incense and candles on it, like the ones used by monks in our country."

"Mage?" Kazaar reacted for a moment. "You said the master is a mage? People here call him a demon, so..."

"I didn't expect him to be so lucky." Park Youzhen narrowed her eyes and considered, "How much money can I get for this information?"

Kazar looked troubled. "This... My lord is finally alive. Otherwise..."

"What's wrong with you?" Park Yoo-jin's face fell. "How long have you been here and you've already forgotten why you came here? If you don't explain to him, you have to explain yourself."

"I..." Kazar pinched the chess piece, feeling embarrassed. "I really don't want to stay here anymore, and I don't want to go back to the palace."

Park Yoo-jin looked at her useless teammate with a look of disappointment.

"You want to leave now? You're just dreaming. If you don't go, I will."