Chapter 233 Four Curses Together

Even though I had known for a long time that the eldest lady was very mysterious, this was the first time I had personally participated in arranging these mysterious things for her.

Liu's mind was extremely complicated.

"Ms. Huo, what is this for?"

Zhang Ming asked stutteringly, his voice full of shock and fear.

But please don’t let it attract ghosts!

He was really afraid of those things. They came and went without a trace and looked particularly ugly. One look at them could shorten his life by ten years.

"You go out first."

Huo Qinghuang did not answer him, but spoke to Da Liu.

"yes!"

Da Liu left the basement without any hesitation, as if there was a ghost chasing him.

As soon as he left, Zhang Ming felt even more uneasy.

But he didn't dare to say anything more, nor did he dare to ask any more questions. He could only watch Huo Qinghuang's actions carefully.

Huo Qinghuang picked up a handful of yarrow from the altar and made a straw man in no time.

But she did not stop. Instead, she picked up another handful of yarrow and made three more straw men in a row.

Then she picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and wrote four names on the straw man.

Qiu Hongsheng!

Qiu Mingxuan!

Liu Yayi!

Qiu Yu!

Zhang Ming widened his eyes as he looked at the four blood-red names, his heart beating almost to the point of bursting out of his chest.

He opened his mouth, but found his throat so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

He really wanted to ask Huo Qinghuang what this was for and why she wrote down these people's names, but fear made him swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Huo Qinghuang seemed to sense Zhang Ming's nervousness. She raised her head and looked at him calmly.

"Don't be afraid. I won't let you do anything beyond your ability. These straw men are the key to the spell."

As she spoke, she picked up a red string and strung the four straw men together one by one. Her movements were skillful and full of ritual.

Then she placed the straw man on the altar and lit eight oil lamps, placing them above the heads and under the feet of the four straw men.

After a moment, she picked up four photos from the altar and handed them to Zhang Ming.

"Come, remember the appearance of these people in your mind."

Zhang Ming bravely took a look at the photo, then quickly looked away.

But he found that the appearances of these four people seemed to be imprinted in his mind and he could not forget them.

What's going on?

I don't want to remember what they looked like!

Zhang Ming was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but the more he tried to forget, the more clearly he remembered.

"You light this."

Then, Huo Qinghuang handed him a piece of yellow paper.

Zhang Ming wanted to refuse, but he didn't have the courage, so he took it tremblingly and put it on the candle to light it.

Huo Qinghuang nodded: "Very good, from now on, you will bow here three times every day for twenty-one days. When the time is up, I will come and tell you what to do."

Although Zhang Ming was very reluctant, he had no choice but to agree.

He came to the cushion, knelt down, and bowed three times devoutly.

"Is that all?"

He turned around and asked, but was stunned the next moment.

The whole room was empty, and there was no trace of Huo Qinghuang.

Zhang Ming's body began to tremble violently, and his teeth were chattering.

Mom, I'm so scared!

I want to go home!

Zhang Ming was so frightened that he almost cried. He looked around the basement in panic, shouting, "Miss Huo! Miss Huo, where are you?"

However, the only response he got was the echo of his own fear.

There was an eerie silence in the basement. The swaying oil lamp flickered in the darkness, as if it would go out at any time, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

His legs went weak and he could barely stand, and he stumbled towards the basement exit.

“Crunch!”

Just then, the door of the basement opened, and Liu Da's burly figure stood in front of the door.

Facing the faint light behind him, Da Liu at this moment looked like the last straw in Zhang Ming's eyes. He rushed forward and held on to him tightly.

Looking at the panicked Zhang Ming, Da Liu frowned and then stepped into the basement.

"My lady asked me to accompany you."

He gave a brief explanation and then stood in the corner without moving.

Even though it was just this, Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

With someone by his side, even if he dies in this basement, there will be someone to collect his body...right?

Zhang Ming swallowed, slowly moved to the futon, and sat down with lifeless eyes.

From that day on, he would bow devoutly three times to the four straw men on time every day.

After each worship, he could feel the mysterious and oppressive atmosphere in the basement becoming stronger, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching him in the darkness.

In the first few days, Zhang Ming could still pretend to be calm, but as time went on, his mind gradually became dazed.

Every night when he fell asleep, he would dream of the hideous faces of the Qiu family. They would pounce on him with their fangs and claws bared, shouting at him to pay with his life.

These nightmares caused Zhang Ming’s sleep quality to drop sharply. He became listless during the day and lost a lot of weight.

In the Qiu family, as Huo Qinghuang's spell began to take effect, the four members of the Qiu family fell into an inexplicable predicament.

Qiu Hongsheng made frequent mistakes when handling affairs in the company. Several major projects that had been negotiated were inexplicably scrapped, partners withdrew their investments one after another, and the company's stock price plummeted.

Liu Yayi frequently encountered accidents when she went out. First, her car suddenly lost control and almost rushed into the river. Then, she was almost hit by falling objects from a high altitude while walking.

Qiu Yu's mental state became extremely bad. She often woke up in the middle of the night and always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her in the room. She couldn't eat or sleep well, and she quickly became haggard.

Qiu Mingxuan is even worse off.

His soul had been swallowed by Yu Niang, and he had become a living dead. He was originally able to stay alive by relying on various nutrient solutions.

But as Zhang Ming worshipped more and more, his vitality quickly declined and he became nothing more than skin and bones.

Qiu Hongsheng and others were extremely anxious and sought help from many top doctors and various expensive medicines, but to no avail.

On the seventh day, Zhang Ming had just finished his worship when he heard a loud bang. A straw man on the altar spontaneously combusted without fire and burned to ashes in a few seconds.

Zhang Ming was so frightened that he almost jumped up. He stared at the burning straw man in horror. His legs became weak uncontrollably and he fell to the ground.

“This…what’s going on?”

Zhang Ming muttered to himself with a trembling voice, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at Liu, hoping to get an answer from this silent bodyguard.

But Big Liu just frowned and stared at the pile of ashes, with a look of confusion on his face.

Zhang Ming had no choice but to force himself to stand up and go to the altar to take a look.

"Qiu Hongsheng, Liu Yayi, Qiu Yu, they are all here. It's Qiu Mingxuan. His straw man has been burned to ashes!"

He stuttered, fear in his voice.