Before the head of the family extended Yuji's life.
Because their family's forbidden techniques were stolen by outsiders, they finally realized the terrible scheme—someone was using the endless evil influences of Lin Guan City to try to destroy the empire's dragon energy.
Ji was ordered to go to Linguan to suppress the rebellion.
In times of crisis, he was willing to sacrifice himself.
Therefore, the head of the family had no choice but to expose the life-bound artifact that the family had guarded for generations to the public.
They set a trap by promising that "those who break the curse can share the life-bound artifact."
Adhering to the idea of "stirring up troubled waters even more", they kept the scheming conspirators hiding in the shadows busy.
Subsequently, with the help of Lin Guan's sealing formation, they persuaded You Ji to agree to reinforce the seal.
Without their knowledge, they secretly transferred the fate of their eldest son to their younger son.
The spirit murmured, "How could this be?"
The truth is often accompanied by a heavy burden.
The spirit never expected the truth to be so unpredictable. It finally understood why Yu Ji was filled with grief and indignation after waking up, and why he had voluntarily fallen into a deep sleep.
Qu Jian'er stroked her chin: "Life-bound artifact?"
The head of the Yu family sighed, "The reason the Yu family exists is to protect the life-bound weapon. It's just that we are too ignorant to recognize what kind of material that knife is made of."
Hearing the knife.
Qu Jian'er hesitated for a moment.
The head of the household slowly lifted his sleeve.
He unwrapped the bandages from his wrists, revealing the bloody cracks.
The head of the family explained that this was the consequence of the forbidden technique: "The dead have no peace, and the living have no enjoyment either."
Qu Jian'er, an extremely optimistic person to the point of being pathological, couldn't stand hearing tragic stories. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "Anyway, after you kick the bucket, the entire You family will be mine. If I accidentally squander the family fortune and end up with a mountain of debt, you'd better not curse me too much in the afterlife."
Under the strange turn of Qu Jian'er's words, the head of the family suddenly stopped being sad.
He never expected Qu Jian'er to empathize with him, nor did he want anyone to pity him.
But he also didn't want to see others so lacking in empathy.
He had an indescribable feeling of bitterness, as if his heart had been kicked hard and riddled with holes.
If it weren't for an ancestral prophecy.
If he hadn't been nearing his limit.
He would never tell these secrets to the cold, heartless, and unreasonable Qu Jian'er.
The head of the family swallowed hard: "You don't have to wait for me to die; the You family can be yours right now."
The spirit covered its head and murmured softly. After a pause, it asked again, full of doubt: "So there's a reason for everything... Uh, why did you say the You family is yours?"
Qu Jian'er simply said, "Ask him."
The spirit looked at the suddenly dying head of the You family.
The patriarch removed the gleaming imperial jade thumb ring from his hand and braced himself on the ground: "Our ancestors prophesied that whoever makes the thumb ring shine must be revered as the patriarch."
Because I saw the lines of cause and effect.
Knowing that he could not avoid inheriting the "You family business," Qu Jian'er did not shake his head.
The spirit looked on in astonishment.
The patriarch laughed and said, "Three thousand years have passed, and the prophecy has not revealed any signs. But unexpectedly, I foresaw a glimmer of hope a hundred years ago. Your presence is an arrangement of fate. I hope you can break the curse of the You family, then I will die without regret."
As he spoke.
The patriarch loosened his grip on the thumb ring, and he had to kneel down to steady himself.
He took off his crying mask, revealing a relieved face; he could finally rest easy.
The wind stirs up sorrow.
It shattered the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky.
The wisps of cloud, torn apart by the wind, looked as if they had been scattered by a fierce gale high in the sky.
Accompanied by sweltering weather.
Fine raindrops fell as a sign of omens.
The head of the household bowed his head, his breathing growing weaker.
Qu Jian'er took the ring that was floating in mid-air.
The thumb ring is oval in shape and can expand and contract in size on its own. She sensed a drop of her heart's blood within it.
She felt an unusual familiarity with this drop of blood, but couldn't quite put her finger on why.
Qu Jian'er frowned: "The thumb ring has a spirit; it can temporarily alleviate your limit, but you took it off."
The exhausted head of the You family shook his head slightly: "There are people in the You family who harbor evil intentions. In order to stabilize the situation so that the You family is not divided up by the mastermind behind the scenes, I have no time to find them. I hope that you will be careful in the future."
Qu Jian'er did not speak.
She has many questions now.
for example.
Why does she have a karmic connection with the You family?
Whose words were these prophecies that have been passed down for thousands of years?
The fact that the original owner's parents were Taoist priests is no coincidence. So how many unsolved mysteries are there about the original owner?
And so on.
Qu Jian'er rubbed her temples. At this moment, she had no idea that in the future, she would use herself as a fulcrum to slowly pry open the entire structure of the Xuanmen.
The spirit's cries were heartbreaking.
Qu Jian'er's eyebrows twitched: "He's not dead yet."
The spirit paused: "Ugh...hiccup?"
After a while, the head of the family stood up and used magic to send a message back to the entire family.
He felt relieved and stepped down from his position as head of the You family, heading towards the direction of sealing Youji.
Even though Qu Jian'er seemed very unreliable, he unconditionally believed in his ancestors' prophecy.
Qu Jian'er complained, "You could have just used a contact number to make a call, but you're using your precarious health to cast a spell. What, are you afraid your family will think you've been kidnapped? Or are you afraid they'll think it's a telecom scam?"
The head of the family quickened his pace to leave, fearing that if he didn't leave soon, he would "murder" the new head of the family.
Qu Jian'er finished complaining.
The raindrops grew larger.
Qu Jian'er could only carry a pot on her head, hug a cat, and carry a thumb ring, jumping from wall to wall.
The spirit was puzzled and asked, "Are we just going to leave like this? You can absorb karmic obstacles, so why don't you take advantage of the karmic obstacles under the Forest Official's command?"
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