Chapter 105 Voodoo Technique
Lu Yao gently covered Jiang Jinshu's eyes with her right hand, her palm gleaming with a moonlit glow.
"Don't touch Jinshu!" Jiang's mother suddenly stood up.
Jiang's father took a step forward, but froze the moment he touched Lu Yao's sleeve.
The light, like silk threads, flowed across the girl's tightly closed eyelids, resembling a cascading galaxy.
Jiang Jinshu, who was convulsing in pain on the hospital bed, suddenly calmed down, her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and her breathing became long and steady.
Jiang's parents looked at each other, and then calmed down considerably.
“This isn’t optic nerve atrophy,” Lu Yao’s voice was like ice breaking in a cold pool. “She’s being cursed by voodoo.”
Jiang's parents were stunned.
"What is voodoo? Who would curse Jinshu?"
Who exactly are you?
Their gazes swept over their daughter's bandaged eyes, then fell on Lu Yao's serene profile.
"I am a Taoist priest," Lu Yao said calmly, making it sound unbelievable to others. "I am also a live streamer. I was just trending on social media, and my record is verifiable."
Since their daughter fell ill, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang have been so worried that they have no time to pay attention to other news.
The two searched for relevant keywords with some skepticism.
The 24 clones and Samadhi Fire in the video left them speechless.
Looking at the pretty girl in front of him, who looked to be about the same age as his daughter, it was really hard to connect her with the imposing anchor in the video.
Lu Yao simply showed her Trek Entertainment account.
To reassure the two, Lu Yao said, "I can prove my identity."
She started broadcasting immediately.
The live stream was flooded with tens of thousands of viewers in an instant, causing it to freeze.
Lu Yao briefly explained her purpose to the camera: "Good afternoon, everyone. By chance, I passed by the hospital today and sensed that my destined person was here."
Everyone saw the girl lying on the hospital bed.
[The streamer started broadcasting at this time, that's unusual.]
Is this the city's central hospital?
Jiang's parents had no time to pay attention to the comments. Since the streamer in front of them was indeed a master, they asked with a glimmer of hope, "Streamer, you said that Jinshu was cursed by voodoo. Can you lift the curse and save our daughter?"
"That's exactly why I came here."
Lu Yao tossed out a copper coin and stared intently at the divination result.
"To break the curse, you must first find the object that carries it. Come, follow me; the divination indicates the direction."
“I cast a pain-relieving and calming spell on Jinshu, so she is temporarily safe.”
Jiang's father told his wife to stay behind, and then picked up his coat.
[Jinshu? Her eyes are covered with gauze, could it be that shooting athlete Jiang Jinshu?]
[Oh my god, it really is her! She's a top contender for gold at next year's Olympics, and now that she's about to go on stage, she's got an eye problem.]
[Someone is definitely behind this. Didn't you hear the streamer tell her parents it was a voodoo curse?]
[This is mind-blowing! Could it be a foreign player sabotaging things, or a substitute player causing trouble?]
Don't speculate wildly, and don't label other athletes lightly. The anchor is a master detective; the truth will surely come to light.
Is the streamer about to break the curse?
[Requesting a live stream of the entire event!]
As Lu Yao led Jiang's father through the shade of the sycamore trees, the man suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“This is… Mingcheng University of Finance and Economics.” Jiang’s father stared at the gold-embossed name of the school on the gate, his voice hoarse.
Lu Yao squinted at the students moving around the campus. "What's so special about this place?"
“My son, Jincheng, is studying finance here.” Mr. Jiang’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
Lu Yao suddenly chuckled, "Interesting. Let him come and show us the way."
When Jiang's father dialed the phone, his hands were shaking violently.
"Dad?" Jiang Jincheng was still panting as he ran out of the stairwell. "Why are you here?"
His gaze froze when it fell on Lu Yao. "And who is this?"
Jiang's father's lips twitched upwards: "This Miss Lu... brought me to see you."
"Look at me?" Jiang Jincheng suddenly laughed out loud. "This is the first time in four years of university."
His laughter stopped abruptly as Lu Yao brushed past him and headed upstairs.
Lu Yao stopped in front of the dormitory door, her gaze fixed on the wardrobe by the window.
"No—" Jiang Jincheng's words of protest were still stuck in his throat when Lu Yao opened the drawer.
The shirts and T-shirts slipped off, revealing the sandalwood box hidden at the bottom.
When the lid was opened, the temperature in the entire dormitory room dropped suddenly.
It was an exquisitely crafted voodoo doll, its body made of snow-white silk, concealing Jiang Jinshu's birth date and time.
The most horrifying part was the area around the eyes—two three-inch-long silver needles pierced through them.
Clang—
As Jiang's father stumbled backward, he bumped into the metal bunk bed. His face instantly drained of color, and he could only manage a broken, gasping sound: "This, this is impossible..."
His bloodshot eyes glared at the stunned Jiang Jincheng, and he roared with heart-wrenching fury: "You beast! She's your own sister!"
Jiang Jincheng's face was ashen, but he laughed maniacally.
"Just because she's my sister, why should she be treated like a princess, while I'm so ordinary, even though we share the same parents?"
A slap landed hard, accompanied by the whoosh of wind, and Jiang Jincheng fell to the ground, half of his face swelling up instantly, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He lay on the ground, still laughing nervously: "Good job! Dad finally looks at me properly."
Jiang Jincheng is two years older than Jiang Jinshu.
When he was little, he would always proudly hold his younger sister's hand as they went to school, and he would tell everyone he met, "This is my younger sister, she's so smart!"
The turning point came when Jiang Jinshu was twelve years old.
She won gold at the National Youth Shooting Championships, and a TV station came to her home to interview her.
In front of the camera, the parents were all smiles, while fourteen-year-old Jiang Jincheng stood in the corner, experiencing the bitterness of life for the first time.
"Jincheng, help your sister carry the trophy."
"Jincheng, go pour tea for the reporter."
"Jincheng..."
These everyday calls gradually turned into thorns stuck in my heart.
Jiang Jinshu was admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of eighteen and was also specially recruited into the national team.
At every family gathering, her relatives showered her with compliments, and Jiang Jincheng could only smile mechanically as she listened to their admonitions that "you should learn more from your younger sister."
The most devastating blow came on my father's fiftieth birthday.
The drunken uncle patted Jiang Jincheng on the shoulder and said, "Your Jiang family is counting on Jinshu to bring honor to the family, you little rascal... hehe."
That chuckle was like a knife, stripping away the last bit of his self-respect.
Parents never want to miss their sister's competitions; the whole family has to be involved, and he also has to act as his sister's logistics manager.
He hid his face, contorted with jealousy, behind the camera.
Last week, Jiang Jincheng happened to encounter an old woman dressed in funeral clothes squatting at the end of an alley in the night market. In front of her were several pale rag dolls with lifeless eyes and scarlet lips.
"Want to buy a substitute doll?" Her withered hand flipped open the doll's back, revealing a yellow talisman lining. "It can protect you from disaster, and it can also replace you..."
The rest of his words turned into a laugh like that of an owl.
Jiang Jincheng, as if possessed, took out the money.
Back home, he gritted his teeth and wrote down the eight characters of the seventh day of the seventh month of the Gengchen year, at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM). These were the eight characters engraved on the longevity lock of the brocade book.
"Wherever it's stuck, that place is ruined."
The old woman's hoarse voice echoed in Jiang Jincheng's mind.
His hand holding the silver needles suddenly trembled, and the image of his sister's eyes, which the coach called "eyes given by heaven," appeared before his eyes.
These eyes are about to die.
The doctors were at a loss.
"It may be due to optic nerve fatigue caused by long-term high-intensity training."
"Psychological factors cannot be ruled out."
Only Jiang Jincheng knew the truth.
He stood in front of his sister's trophy display case, looking at his mediocre reflection in the glass, and finally smiled with relief.
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