Bao Xinbao stood at the entrance of the main hall.
Under the bright lights, the man was tall and slender, with a hint of wicked unruliness in his eyes. His eyes were pure and clear, steady and untainted.
Bao Xinbao was never one to beat around the bush; he spoke directly and loudly, so that everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.
"The cracks in the wind god statue are due to a curse, and this curse comes from your daughter."
"W-what?" Tao's father said, his face contorted with pain. "You mean my daughter cursed the Wind God? How could that be?"
Bao Xinbao chuckled, "Don't say that, your daughter doesn't have that kind of ability."
He's always been sharp-tongued about these things, but there's no malice in it; he's just used to speaking his mind. Whether he says something nice or harsh depends on the situation.
"What is that?"
The Tao family used to have a skilled feng shui master, but with the development of society, many skills and witchcraft have been gradually lost and declined. By the time it came to Tao's father, he had only inherited some of the skills.
He knew very little. His mind was filled with things about the Wind God. He had read some written records about the curse, but he knew absolutely nothing about it when it came to details.
Wen Yao emerged from the darkness and continued the conversation: "Tao Yingzhi must have been cursed when she was young. It was the Wind God who broke the curse for her by using the Curse Transfer Technique to transfer it to himself."
"How is that possible? I've never seen the Wind God before." Tao Yingzhi was also incredulous.
Seeing that both parents looked confused, they clearly didn't remember.
Wen Yao reminded her, "Think about whether Miss Tao has ever had any serious illnesses or experienced any unusual symptoms before."
Upon hearing this, both father and daughter opened their eyes wide, and long-buried memories were unearthed, pouring out like a torrent.
"Yes, when Zhizhi was in junior high school, probably in her third year, she had a high fever and seemed completely out of her mind. The hospital couldn't do anything, and I was at my wit's end, so I had to ask Fengshen for help. The next afternoon, Zhizhi indeed recovered. Could it have been around that time?"
Wen Yao nodded in affirmation, “The Tao family helped Huo Zijin, and he also risked his life to help her. So what Lord Yan means is that if you want the statue to be restored, the curse must return to Miss Tao. However, in that case, Miss Tao's fate will not be good; she—should not bear it.”
"Yan?"
Upon hearing this surname, Tao's father abruptly turned to look at Yan Chiyu, "Is it the Yan from Ri'an? Could you be a descendant of the Yan family of the Xuanmen sect?"
Yan Chiyu remained silent. Bao Xinbao replied from the side, "Pretty much, pretty much. They're still experts from the Yan family, so hurry up and make your choice. Every cause has its effect. There's no right or wrong in your choice, the important thing is the result. There are still twenty minutes until the Wind God Invitation Ceremony. You can consider whether you want the Wind God or your daughter."
Wen Yao glanced at Bao Xinbao and complained to him irritably, "Baby, please don't make such a difficult choice sound so easy. They're father and daughter, your own flesh and blood."
Upon hearing the name Wenyao, Wuyue couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps rising on her skin.
I'm sorry, but her impression of Wen Yao has been refreshed again, and it's developing in a strange direction.
Sometimes she suspected that Bao Xinbao might also be a mythical beast from the mountains and seas, but she couldn't sense any beastly aura from him, so he must be a human.
"You think about it first. Before that, I need to clean house for my eldest son." Bao Xinbao secretly pulled out his...
kitchen knife?
He proudly displayed the kitchen knife in his hand: "What do you think of this weapon? A pretty proprietress just recommended it to me, saying it's very convenient for killing birds and snakes, and it's incredibly sharp!"
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