No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiaomai, sitting on the chair, suddenly went berserk again.

Neither of the women was in a state of shock.

Wheat actually broke free of the ropes, her arms bleeding from the tightness, but as if she felt no pain, she roared and lunged at the nearest young woman, biting her with her teeth bared.

"Mo Yunhan!"

Jiang Qingwan shouted.

Mo Yunhan acted almost simultaneously, delivering a chop to the back of Xiaomai's neck.

Xiaomai fainted again and he helped her to a chair.

The three men were terrified.

"What happened? Didn't they drink the last dose of talisman water?"

"I used it, I just used it, why isn't it working?"

Jiang Qingwan stepped forward to check.

He withdrew his hand after a moment.

The girl has been cursed.

She looked at the man.

"You said there are a few other people in your village who have also developed the same symptoms?"

The man nodded.

"Yes, there are six in total. My daughter, Xiaomai, is the youngest. Is it because she's a girl and young that she's less likely to get better?"

Jiang Qingwan didn't explain further.

He took out a blank talisman from his pouch at his waist.

Just as she was about to bite her finger, Mo Yunhan offered his hand, gently spreading her fingertips with his inner force, indicating that she should use it.

Jiang Qingwan glanced at him, but didn't stand on ceremony.

He quickly drew a talisman while holding his fingers.

He then condensed a wisp of spiritual energy and gently placed the talisman on Xiaomai's forehead.

The talisman quickly disappeared, transforming into a thin golden thread that pierced into Xiaomai's brow.

As Jiang Qingwan withdrew her fingers.

Wheat began to convulse again.

The young woman was eager to step forward, but Jiang Qingwan stopped her.

"Wait."

Having witnessed Jiang Qingwan and her companion's skills at the ancestral hall, the man quickly pulled his wife back.

"Your Highness is capable; she will surely be able to cure our daughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wheat convulsed even more violently.

Suddenly, he arched his body and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

In the blood, a plump white worm was wriggling wildly.

Yet, as if deprived of nourishment, it quickly withered and died.

As the insects were expelled, the wheat slowly awoke.

He opened his eyes and called out in a hoarse voice, "Father, Mother."