Chapter 94: Ninety-fourth day after retiring from the entertainment industry, I came to comfort you. ...
——I named this evil curse "Flowers Bloom". When the curse enters the body, flowers will grow from the flesh and blood of the person who is cursed. The buds will break through the skin and grow and bloom by sucking blood. When the flowers wither, the person will turn into a mummy.
The voice of Su Shi echoed in Qingyang's ears along with the flower buds that broke open on his forearm. His eyes were fixed on the trembling flower branches, as if he could easily sense that his blood was being sucked by the flower branches. The shriveled flower buds became round in a short time, and the outer petals swayed and opened outwards.
Why?
Why would the evil curse that Su Shi had just mentioned during the day appear on him?!
Qingyang's eyes were occupied by the flower buds that gradually turned red, making the white bottom of his eyes blood red.
Click.
Just as he was at a loss for words, the door to the ward suddenly opened a crack. Qingyang's gaze shifted instantly, staring at the crack. His eyes trembled, his heart began to pound violently, and a wave of unease washed over him. The excessive tension caused tinnitus to develop, a buzzing noise filling his ears. But strangely, the ringing tone from the unconnected call became even clearer.
He had heard that ringtone countless times.
...It belongs to the enlightenment of the mind.
Outside the door.
Mingxin's fingers gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles cracking with anger and shock, the skin on his hands stretched to a pale white. That evening, he'd received a message from Senior Brother Mingwu, asking him to find a time to take Pengqiu out of the ward and to manage his expression so Senior Brother Qingyang wouldn't notice anything odd. He'd felt strange, but no matter how much he asked, Senior Brother Mingwu wouldn't explain.
But his sixth sense told him that it would definitely not be a good thing.
Something was hidden in Mingxin's mind. He felt as if his energy had been drained from him during the evening and night. He felt languid and listless, even playing games with a distracted focus, completely out of his element. After finally waiting until the time was almost up, he persuaded Pengqiu to go get some barbecue. After leaving the ward, he ran into Senior Brother Mingwu at the end of the corridor, who was supposed to be at Liuyun Temple.
At the same time, he also discovered the difference in Senior Brother Mingwu.
In Mingxin's mind, perhaps because he had long known that Liuyun Temple would be handed over to him, his senior brother had always been very tolerant in his dealings with others, unlike him, who would jump up and down and curse for a long time when he met someone he didn't like. But this tolerant and gentle senior brother now had a tense expression, his lips curled into a flat curve, and his eyes were dark.
"division--"
The unfinished words came to an abrupt end as Pengqiu stepped forward and handed the phone to Mingwu.
Mingxin stood beside Mingwu, his eyes fixed on his phone. He noticed Pengqiu's phone was actually live streaming, and the video was showing the ward they had just left. The camera was wide-angle, completely encompassing the two beds occupied by Uncle Qingyang and Yunsheng. Mingxin chuckled and said to Pengqiu, "You don't have to be that cautious. We're just going out for dinner. What could possibly happen in the ward that would warrant surveillance?"
But having said that, more anxiety was like a vine tightly wrapped around Mingxin's heart, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.
It was at this moment that he noticed his uncle Qingyang, who had been lying down in the camera, struggling to sit up, sweating profusely, enduring the pain in his waist and abdomen. The man leaned against the headboard, breathing heavily. Seeing him like this, Mingxin subconsciously felt worried, but when he noticed the cold and cruel look he gave Yunsheng as he tilted his head, he suddenly held his breath.
Uncle-master...why was he looking at Yunsheng like that? It was as if Yunsheng wasn't his nephew, but an enemy who threatened him.
The fingers hanging by his side suddenly tightened, and Mingxin stared blankly at the screen.
The next moment, he saw Qingyang pull out his Qiankun bag from under his pillow. The familiar talisman papers were set aside, and an unfamiliar one, but one with an exceptionally rich cinnabar color, appeared at his fingertips. Mingxin didn't have time to watch Qingyang cast the spell; his attention was completely focused on the color of the talisman paper... It was the exact same color as the talisman paper Sang Qiqi had found from Qingcheng. It was clearly human blood!
Uncle Master...
The incredible shock was forcibly suppressed, and his eyes saw the scene of the black and red intertwined auras entering Yunsheng's body like snakes.
He finally couldn't help it and walked back towards the ward with big strides.
The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and his gaze fixed on the two beds. Seeing the strange auras raging through Yunsheng's body, seeing Qingyang casting a spell on himself to clear his suspicion and wait for help, Mingxin, clutching the tinkling phone, sneered and kicked the door open.
There was a loud bang.
The door panel shook and hit the wall, then bounced back under the huge reaction force. Qingyang's gaze fell on Mingxin and the figures of Mingwu and Pengqiu behind him. The astonishment and panic he felt when he saw the buds blooming on the skin and heard the familiar ringtone all subsided at this moment.
Qingyang almost laughed out loud.
He lay dormant for so long and finally found an opportunity when no one was around. He thought his plan was flawless, but reality slapped him hard in the face.
There was no need to say any more words; both parties just stared at each other quietly.
Qingyang clearly saw Mingxin's eyes change from anger to disappointment. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why? Why did you want to kill Yunsheng? Why do you have that kind of talisman paper? That talisman paper is not covered with cinnabar, but with human blood, right?"
The question echoed in his ears, and Qingyang lowered his eyes. He had used up all his strength in casting the curse, and now his face was pale and exhausted. He leaned back against the headboard, raised the corner of his mouth, and answered in a low, hoarse voice, "I thought you would pay attention to Yunsheng's situation first."
"Yunsheng is fine. He woke up an hour ago."
His usually gentle voice was now a little colder, and the situation revealed in Mingwu's words made Qingyang frown.
Yunsheng woke up an hour ago?
impossible.
Yunsheng's violent reaction when he woke up and saw him during the day told him that he absolutely couldn't let Yunsheng stay. So he kept a close eye on Yunsheng the entire day, but he showed no signs of waking up. His gaze turned to the bed next to him, but it was this one glance that made him suddenly stunned.
Yunsheng, who should have died within two minutes from the rupture of his blood vessels, was now completely unharmed. The interwoven red and black auras didn't surge beneath his skin. At first glance, Yunsheng's pained expression was calm, his skin smooth and stable. He didn't look like he'd been cursed at all. As doubts gradually filled his mind, an even more shocking scene played out before Qingyang's eyes.
Yunsheng actually opened his eyes and sat up!
No, that's not right.
"You're not Yunsheng!" Qingyang looked at 'Yunsheng' with a cold gaze. "Even if he wakes up, he can't recover so well in such a short time."
"Your brain is working quite well right now." 'Yunsheng' raised his hand and tore off the talisman paper on his body. His slightly pale face began to change. The edges and corners became clearer, his eyes became narrow and long, and the scar at the end of his eye and the eye-catching red crew cut instantly attracted Qingyang's attention.
Su Shi rolled out of bed and circled around Qing Yang twice, wanting to pull out his notebook and practice a simple curse like last time. Unfortunately, now that things had gotten so bad, Qing Yang probably wouldn't be willing to do that.
Reaching out to pry open a half-opened bud, Su Shi stroked his chin and thought, this curse's ability to suck flesh and blood doesn't seem very strong yet. But that's not a problem, it's a benefit. After all, to torture someone, you have to take your time. He enjoys watching these bastards go through confusion, surprise, horror, helpless fear, and despair.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Qingyang, and then he found that this man had a pretty good mentality. He didn't collapse even after he cursed him and their true face was discovered.
Straightening up, Su Shi retracted his hand, folded his arms, and asked, "The reason you were injured by my curse wasn't because you were distracted by Yun Sheng's injury, but because Peng Qiu and I suddenly showed up and saved Yun Sheng, who should have been dead, right?"
Qingyang had a cold face and said nothing.
Su Shi didn't mind. He walked over to the table, stretched out his hand, and grasped the air. The sound of talisman paper tearing could be heard, and the invisible phone was exposed before Qing Yang's eyes. The man lowered his eyes and pressed the stop button on the video. He said casually, "It doesn't matter if you don't speak. Yun Sheng is awake anyway. He knows exactly why you wanted to kill him."
"Uncle Master, after receiving the news that the Taoist priests from Shouhe Village had been caught by the police, you wanted to volunteer to go to Shouhe Village to help the police. However, you didn't expect Yunsheng and Mingxin to be at odds. After learning that Mingxin had been tricked by the Taoist priests from Beiqing Village, you actually offered to help. In order to train the younger generation's abilities, Master and I didn't refuse."
Mingwu spoke slowly, "Upon arriving at Shouhe Village, you knew very well that if you let those evil paths escape with your abilities, it would certainly arouse the suspicion of Master and the others, so you set your sights on Yunsheng. Yunsheng was captured by the evil paths, and the evil paths threatened you with Yunsheng's life to let them go. This was all part of your plan. Yunsheng was pushed out by you. Yunsheng knew this, and so did you and the evil paths. So even if the evil paths could successfully escape with this plan, they would not really let Yunsheng go. That's why they wanted to kill him once and for all. But none of you expected that Sushi and Pengqiu brothers would show up halfway and not only save Yunsheng but also kill all the evil paths."
Mingwu had to admit that Qingyang's plan was perfect.
He is well-known in Liuyun Temple for his love for the younger generation. If he lets the evildoer go for the safety of the younger generation, he will be condemned by others, but his behavior is very consistent with his character.
But accidents always come unexpectedly.
Mingwu pursed his lips. "You were injured by Daoist Fellow Sushi's curse, and Yunsheng was also in critical condition. You must have been very anxious during your stay in the hospital, especially after seeing the boss named Ning Changsheng and his bodyguards get into trouble one after another. You and they are from the same organization, called the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, right? Later, in order to continue to hide your identity, you had to find an opportunity to silence Yunsheng, who was about to wake up and recover. That's why you kept persuading Daoist Fellow Sushi and Daoist Fellow Pengqiu to go home and rest, and not stay here to take care of him."
Unfortunately, Pengqiu is a stubborn person, and after Sushi found out that something was wrong with Qingyang, it was impossible for him to leave easily.
"So you guys planned this drama for me?" Qingyang stared at Mingwu intently and laughed. "While I was getting a checkup, you replaced Yunsheng with Sushi and even used a cell phone as surveillance? But if that's the case, you must have noticed something was wrong with me long before Yunsheng woke up."
"Who told you to look at Yunsheng with such unstoppable gaze?" Su Shi rolled his eyes.
If he hadn't accidentally caught a glimpse of something wrong in Qingyang's eyes that day, Su Shi felt that he would not have been able to discover his problem.
Hearing this, Qingyang lowered his eyes and smiled softly. He looked at the fully blossomed bud, then felt the itch rising on his other arm and chest. He turned his gaze and saw the shadow swaying under the skin. He knew that more buds were about to break through the skin.
The evil curse of Su Shi is indeed very interesting. If he were a member of the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, he would definitely achieve great things.
Speaking of the Jiuyou Tongshenhui...
He tilted his head, his face, drained of blood, looking even paler under the white light. He asked weakly, "Why do you know about the Jiuyou Tongshen Society?"
"Perhaps, Uncle Master is willing to make a trade? I also want to know how you got in touch with the Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
Qing Yang snorted and laughed: "Do you think I'm stupid? Whether I confess or not, I'll die. What's the point of making this exchange?"
Mingwu's expression remained unchanged, but his words no longer showed any respect for Qingyang: "At least I can make your death more clear."
"No need. I underestimated you, my juniors. This is the consequence I deserve. I don't mind whether I live or die." Qingyang closed his eyes, using the last bit of his strength to respond to the outcome he could accept. "You can do whatever you want to me."
Seeing his body fall into the bedding due to weakness, Mingwu pursed his lips.
He looked at Su Shi and said, "He can't die yet."
Su Shi glanced at him and said, "This has been linked to the evil and heretical sects, and you still plan to spare his life?"
Mingwu explained, "We have to know how he got involved with the Jiuyou Tongshen Society. Moreover... the dignified uncle-master of Liuyun Temple is actually involved with the evil ways. Who knows if there are any disciples like him within Liuyun Temple?"
Mingwu stared blankly out the window.
It was getting late at night and it was pitch black outside, with only a few lights flashing on the tall buildings in the distance.
He had a premonition that darkness had already penetrated every corner of the Taoist temples without him noticing.
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Mingwu asked the doctor to re-bandage Qingyang and clean him up. The doctor rushed in in the middle of the night and saw Qingyang's current state, and was so shocked that he almost fainted.
"What's going on? Isn't the patient's condition improving? Why are there so many wounds on his body?" The doctor frowned and lectured Mingwu and his group, "What's wrong with you guys accompanying him?"
Mingxin, still reeling from the betrayal of his beloved uncle, barely batted an eyelid at the words, sitting in a chair in the corner, dazed. Mingwu glanced at him, but didn't respond to the doctor's request. He simply said, "Please take care of it."
doctor:"……"
He'd been in charge of Qingyang for the past two days, and he knew these young men were quite respectful of their uncle. So why was it that today, they seemed to be taking the wrong medicine? Furthermore, the patient's wounds looked odd. He glanced at them a few times, but ultimately didn't interfere. After cleaning and bandaging the wound, he emphasized that the patient should be taken good care of.
After the doctor left and the ward door was slammed shut, Su Shi leaned against the wall and said to Ming Wu, "The curse I cast has been broken, but the curse he cast on himself has a twist. He won't die in a short time, but will only become very weak. According to his original plan, he probably wanted to create the illusion of being seriously injured to dispel the suspicion of murdering Yun Sheng. So there's no need to worry. His curse will definitely be broken. It's just a matter of time."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Daoist Fellow Sushi, to research a way to break the curse."
"No problem." Su Shi was very interested in these spells. Even if Ming Wu didn't mention it, he would not miss this opportunity.
After taking care of Qingyang's situation for the time being, Mingwu took Mingxin to the next ward to visit Yunsheng. Yunsheng was doing well now, his eyes open and consciousness mostly restored. However, perhaps because he had slept for so long in the past few days, he was still very awake even in the middle of the night. Seeing the two people coming, he moved his lips. Mingwu said, "Everything is resolved. You don't have to worry."
But Yunsheng struggled for a long time, and the few words that came out of his throat were: "Why?"
He was asking why Qingyang did this.
Mingxin and Mingwu were silent at the same time. After a long while, Mingxin sneered, "Who knows? It's a ghost."
Mingwu, as Mingxin's senior brother, has watched Mingxin grow up since he was a child. He knows his feelings for Qingyang and naturally knows how sad he is. He gently patted the young man's shoulder and silently comforted him.
After a moment, he asked Mingxin again: "I want to go back to the Taoist temple. Do you want to come with me?"
Mingxin thought that his senior brother returned to the Taoist temple most likely for Qingyang. He shook his head and pointed at Yunsheng and said, "I'll stay and keep him company."
"Okay." Mingwu didn't object, leaving Yunsheng with a simple "Take good care of yourself" before turning and leaving. Watching him leave, Mingxin pulled up a nearby chair and sat down, eyelids raised, staring directly at Yunsheng. Then, he taunted, "You still look down on me for being framed by the evil ways, but in the end, you're just as bad."
Yunsheng: “…”
He didn't have the energy to argue with Mingxin, but he was a little annoyed. He was considering whether to pretend to faint to teach Mingxin a lesson when Mingxin spoke again, "I was very upset when I learned that you volunteered to capture the evildoers and were captured and injured. Although you were unconscious and couldn't feel it, my attitude towards you was indeed not good. I apologize in advance."
Yunsheng: “…”
He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Mingxin glanced at him and said, "But the apology is limited to this matter. Before Master Xuanchanzi went into seclusion, he asked you to come to Wuyan Manor from time to time, but you ignored him. I still remember that. The same goes for other things. I still dislike what I should dislike."
Not wanting to hear Yunsheng's answer, and guessing Yunsheng didn't have the energy to answer, Mingxin urged him: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."
Yunsheng: “…”
How could he have the mood to sleep now?
But seeing Mingxin's face turned dark because of the matter with Uncle Qingyang, Yunsheng finally closed his eyes in frustration.
One o'clock in the morning.
A figure appeared silently in the hospital.
Sang Qiqi walked slowly towards Qingyang's bed. As she passed a ward, she paused and took two steps back. Through the crack in the door, she saw Mingxin, his head leaning against the glass window, his eyes empty, as if his soul had drifted away. Thinking of Mingxin's close relationship with Qingyang, and the thought that he must have been a bit traumatized today, Sang Qiqi felt a rare sympathy and walked in, carrying the apprenticeship gift in her hand.
Standing behind him, she said quietly, "Would you like some milk tea to ease the mood?"
The sudden sound and the falling shadow were like a ghost, instantly pulling Mingxin back from his sad mood. He then let out a deafening "Fuck!", and the stool under his butt tilted and he fell directly to the ground.
Well, now the pain from his butt being broken into four pieces immediately overwhelmed the sadness. Mingxin turned his head with a grin, and when he saw Sang Qiqi holding the milk tea, he suppressed an eye roll while feeling surprised: "Why are you here?"
Sang Qiqi glanced at Yunsheng who had just woken up, raised her hand, and black mist wrapped around his face. Within two seconds, Yunsheng was forced to turn off his phone again.
Sang Qiqi finally spoke, "Your senior brother contacted me and asked me about the situation with the organization that the Beiqing Village Taoists belong to. I hadn't originally planned to come, but after seeing the excitement and thinking it was still early, I decided to come and comfort you. Fortunately, you didn't cry."
Before coming here, she had handed the funeral procession to Duan Sui and went to watch Ning Changsheng's joke. Ning Changsheng didn't react much to learning of Yang Jing's death. To him, Yang Jing was just a bodyguard, and a disappointing one at that. It didn't matter whether he was dead or not. After all, if he died, the Jiuyou Tongshen Society would arrange for other Taoist priests to replace him.
Furthermore, Yang Jing had just had an argument with Qianxu and died inexplicably the next moment, no more than two hours had passed. Ning Changsheng felt that he could guess who killed Yang Jing even if he used his toes to think.
Since it is a conflict within the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, he doesn't have to worry about being implicated.
What concerned him most, and infuriated him even more, was the Huaping City police's statement that "the chandelier's fall was not caused by human error." These simple words completely undid the Ningchuan Real Estate PR team's entire evening's efforts. That would have been fine, but the subsequent discussions were a complete slap in his face.
Netizens laughed that he had become the fastest CEO to be slapped in the face in history. The netizen who was made an example of and sent a lawyer's letter went crazy, sending 962 Weibo posts mocking him, and with the help of friendly competitors, he contributed a total of 12 hot search topics!
In addition, Ningchuan Real Estate’s stock price has hit its historical low.
The double blow made Ning Changsheng furious, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Somehow, a reporter captured this scene and posted it online. Within two minutes, the hashtag #Ning Changsheng is dead# surged again. When Ning Changsheng woke up and saw the ominous headline, he fainted again.
This time he even vomited blood.
If Sang Qiqi hadn't run fast, the blood would have splattered on her clothes.
Mingxin stared at her expressionlessly, not believing a single word she said about 'coming here to comfort you'. He sat on the ground, unpacking his milk tea and taking a sip. He then calmly exposed Sang Qiqi's true purpose for coming here: "You're talking about comforting me, but you're spouting nonsense the moment you open your eyes. Do you think I don't know that you're here to deal with that curse on Su Shi's flower?"
Sang Qiqi: “…”
Sang Qiqi touched the tip of her nose, her thoughts exposed, and smiled adorably. She then leaned over and asked softly, "So he's in the hospital now? Can you help introduce him to someone?"
She pulled out a familiar Qiankun sack with her fingers. She held the bag's opening with both hands and shook it, letting Mingxin look inside. "In order to better appreciate this evil curse, I also temporarily captured a Taoist priest from the Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
Mingxin: “………………”
He was really impressed.
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