As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhuang's expression turned cold.
This Li Cheng looks young, yet he dares to speak so arrogantly.
The painting hanging in the house was bought by Zhao Zhuang's father himself. He also asked many people to authenticate it, and they all confirmed it to be authentic.
Now Li Cheng says that this painting is fake. Could it be that all those appraisers were deceiving them?
What’s more, what Li Cheng said, that the old man’s health was due to this painting, was sheer nonsense.
"Yan Xu, I trust you, so I asked you to bring people here to treat my father, but I didn't expect you to bring such a quack."
"Go, both of you, go now."
Zhao Zhuang had a serious expression on his face and immediately ordered them to leave.
"Old Zhao, I can't possibly harm you. Besides, this is really the Qingluan King who came down from Qingluan Peak. If he says so, he must have a basis for it. Why don't you listen to him before making any plans?"
Yan Xu persuaded Zhao Zhuang and clarified Li Cheng's identity again.
"The Qingluan King who came down from Qingluan Peak? I think he's a fake. How can you believe such nonsense as my father's illness was caused by a painting?"
"You guys go now. I'll pretend that what happened today never happened. I'll pretend that you were never here."
Zhao Zhuang didn't believe Yan Xu's words at all at this moment.
Li Cheng looked at Zhao Zhuang's situation, shook his head slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your family shouldn't be able to raise any livestock. They will all die mysteriously."
When Zhao Zhuang heard this, he looked at Li Cheng with wide eyes.
He didn't understand how Li Cheng saw this problem. Could it be that this was really the reason for this painting as Li Cheng said?
"I saw a dog cage in your yard, but I didn't hear any barking, so I guess the pet dogs are dead, right? And there's more than one."
Li Cheng looked at Zhao Zhuang again and asked.
"Go on."
Zhao Zhuang looked at Li Cheng, waiting for Li Cheng's follow-up.
"I just said that there's nothing wrong with your family's feng shui. In a courtyard like this, good energy definitely outweighs evil energy. It's just that you hung this painting in this place, and now it's different. Your family's feng shui has been destroyed by this painting."
"If you want your old man to recover, I will treat him and then burn this painting."
Li Cheng's voice was serious.
"Old Zhao, where did this painting come from? Why do you cherish it so much?"
Yan Xu asked in some confusion.
He thought the painting was very ordinary and had no great collection value at all.
Moreover, Li Chengdu said that this painting is fake, so there is no need to hang it here.
If a customer comes and finds out that the painting is fake, it will be a loss of face for Zhaozhuang.
"We'll talk about this painting later."
Zhao Zhuang looked at Li Cheng and said, "You said you are the Blue Luan King, and you told me about the problem with this painting. Then come and treat my father. If you can cure him, I will believe you and treat you with courtesy from now on. But if you just talk, I will never let you go."
"That's natural. If it's just verbal talk, it won't have much effect. Take me to your father's room. I'll treat him now."
Li Cheng nodded in agreement.
Zhao Zhuang glanced at Li Cheng, then looked at Yan Xu again.
Yan Xu gave him a strong warning, and Zhao Zhuang finally got up from the sofa.
The three of them walked upstairs together. After reaching the second floor, Zhao Zhuang opened the door of one of the rooms.
Zhao Zhuang walked in first, followed closely by Li Cheng, and Yan Xu walked in last.
After entering the room, Li Cheng looked at the layout of the room. It was a normal arrangement and there were no other problems.
"You said you could cure it, so now it's up to you."
Zhao Zhuang said to Li Cheng.
"We'll see."
After Li Cheng finished speaking, he walked towards the bed.
The old man on the bed had his eyes closed and a kind look on his face. Looking at the old man's appearance, Li Cheng sighed and pulled up his wrist.
After taking the old man's pulse, Li Cheng discovered something wrong with his body.
He took out a silver needle from his waist and heated it in his hand to disinfect it.
After doing all this, Li Cheng prepared to give the old man acupuncture.
"Hold on, kid, you better make sure nothing unexpected happens."
Zhao Zhuang stopped Li Cheng and said with a serious expression on his face.
"You've already had quite a few people come and see the old man, right? Has it been any use?"
Li Cheng asked confidently.
Zhao Zhuang didn't say much and gave up trying to stop Li Cheng.
Li Cheng inserted the silver needle in his hand into the old man's head. After several consecutive injections, Li Cheng stopped.
"Now have someone burn the painting. Remember to stay away from it once it's lit. Don't leave until it's completely burned."
Li Cheng turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhuang and gave instructions.
"I'll do it."
Yan Xu took the initiative to take on this job.
If the people from Zhaozhuang were allowed to go, Yan Xu was worried that they would not be so dedicated. If he went himself, he would definitely do as Li Cheng said.
"Remember, make sure to burn it all."
Li Cheng gave Yan Xu instructions.
"Know."
Yan Xu agreed and left the room.
He went to the first floor, took down the painting behind the sofa, and walked into the yard. The yard was full of flowers and plants and there was no place to burn, so he started burning at the gate.
The people at the door didn't understand Yan Xu's action, but didn't try to stop him.
After all, they knew Yan Xu's identity clearly. He could do such a thing, so he must have obtained the consent of the city mayor Zhao Zhuang.
Yan Xu stood aside and stared at the burning painting. Not long after, the painting burned out. Yan Xu walked forward to check and saw that it had turned into a pool of black ash.
But at this moment, Yan Xu suddenly saw a black mist slowly rising from the black ash.
Seeing this, Yan Xu didn't dare to stay any longer and immediately ran towards Zhao's house.
He ran to Mr. Zhao's room in one breath.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that Mr. Zhao had woken up and Zhao Zhuang was talking to him by the bed.
"It's already burned. A cloud of black mist is floating out from the black ashes."
Yan Xu told the result of the burning just now.
"Okay, Mr. Zhao has fully recovered."
After Li Cheng finished speaking, he began to pack up the silver needles.
"Dad, are you really okay?"
Zhao Zhuang looked at Mr. Zhao Jianguo lying on the bed and asked.
"It's okay now. I feel my mind is unusually clear now. Before, I felt like something was stepping on my head, and it was very painful. Now I don't feel that at all."
Zhao Jianguo replied.
"You have a headache, like something's squeezing you. It's all because of that painting. The painting is placed in that spot. If you were to sit under it, the beast in the painting would step on your head. Do you think it would be comfortable to have your head stepped on all day?"
"Plus, at your age, the painting will absorb your yang energy even more unscrupulously, and your health will be even worse."
Li Cheng said in a calm voice.
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