Chapter 347: I'm in a bad mood when I wake up

A private room in the Zhang family looked no different from other rooms, but anyone who walked in could feel the unusual eeriness.

It was sunny outside, but once you got inside, it was freezing cold.

An old man in a robe was hunched over, sitting cross-legged on a cushion and muttering to himself.

In front of him was an incomprehensible magical instrument, which made one feel uncomfortable at first sight.

The old man's eyes were squinting, and his face was full of sinisterness. If he changed his clothes, he would look like an executioner who had been in the execution ground for many years.

When Mr. Zhang saw him, he felt uneasy, wondering if he had made a mistake and brought an evil spirit into his home.

But it was too late to regret now. He did not dare to offend the old man in front of him, for fear that the old man would be petty and put something dirty in his house.

Master Zhang asked with a bashful face: "Master, what are you going to do?"

The old man glanced at him and said, "Change your luck, change your life, cast a curse, or use a puppet. All are possible."

"I can kill him directly by casting a curse, but I want five lives as a sacrifice."

Mr. Zhang became more and more nervous as he was startled. At this moment, he would rather the other party was a swindler.

Although he is not a good person either, this is too vicious.

And he had another concern.

"Master, if anyone in Da Yue practices witchcraft, the whole family will be implicated. If this is discovered..."

The old man snorted disdainfully: "Didn't I tell you that the secret magic I use is different from the childish and useless witch doll you understand."

"Mortals simply cannot understand it. Even if they see it, it cannot serve as evidence."

Zhang Lao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes."

Then don't worry.

He asked, "Since he is the crown prince, his fate should be very good, right?"

"Can it be changed to my grandson?"

The old man looked at him as if he were a fool and replied, "Who said that the prince's fate must be good?"

"There are only a few who can finally ascend to the throne, and those who fail are just lucky but unlucky."

Mr. Zhang did not dare to refute and could only say "yes, yes, yes".

"If I cast a curse directly to make him die suddenly, it might arouse the suspicion of His Majesty. So it would be better to use puppetry."

"Excuse me, can the puppet technique control the opponent?"

The old man smiled, and his smile was full of viciousness.

"That's natural."

Master Zhang was satisfied. As long as she could control the Crown Prince from making some trouble at important times, the accumulation of small things would add up to a big one, and His Majesty and the ministers would naturally be disappointed in her.

She is a princess, she has no moral integrity, she has reached the high position by relying on her own talent.

As long as she got into trouble, other princesses, such as the second princess who ranked before the third prince, would be excluded from inheritance because of their female status.

People all over the world will also understand that only the prince is legitimate.

As Old Master Zhang thought happily, he was also glad that they had met such a master. If they were sent to the prince, they might not even know when they would die.

He entertained people respectfully, looking forward to the final result.

......

In the Zhaixing Tower, a young man reported: "Master, there is an evil magic attacking the East Palace."

The Imperial Master, who was not around, did not wear a veil to cover his face. His appearance had not changed at all over the past fifteen years, as if time had not existed on his face.

After hearing the news, he continued to fiddle with the compass in his hand without much reaction.

"Even if the Human Emperor has not yet grown up, all evils will retreat and all ghosts will not invade."

"It's just a sorcery, don't worry about it. Why are you rushing to see me? You are too unstable."

The disciple scratched his head and said, "Master, didn't you ask me to keep an eye on that direction and report to you immediately if there is any movement?"

Imperial Master: “…”

"Go and copy the sutras a hundred times."

The disciple cried, "Why?"

The Imperial Master smiled and said, "Today I am not happy with you."

The young disciple was ready to go back with tears in his eyes, but the Imperial Master felt guilty and changed his words, saying, "Go and catch the caster, and you won't have to copy it."

The little disciple's eyes lit up immediately, he let out a "Yeah", and jumped out with his magic weapon in his hand.

That night, Bei Jingchu was sleeping soundly when a cold breath approached her.

The irritable girl was disturbed, and even though she wasn't awake yet, she became mad and kicked the thing that disturbed her.

The cold aura dissipated, and the old man who performed the spell in Zhang's mansion spat out a mouthful of black blood. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

He was lying on the ground, mumbling: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."

"Even if they are kings, princes, generals or ministers, they are just mortals. How could they possibly turn against me?"

"There must be someone else behind this!"

Mr. Zhang, who was standing guard outside nervously, heard the noise, opened the door and came in, and was shocked by what he saw.

"Master, how is it? Is it done?"

The old man who was attacked said irritably: "It's bullshit!"

"Can't you see I'm injured?"

"Idiot, the person you are dealing with has a master around him, why didn't you tell me in advance! I can make more precise arrangements instead of making a surprise attack!"

Master Zhang hadn't expected this either. He asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"

The old man was helped up and said sinisterly: "Don't worry, I won't ruin my reputation."

"There is always a loophole. It is impossible for that master to protect her all the time."

"He is just a prince, not a natural emperor. How can he be protected by fate all the time?"