Jiang Fuxin's heart stirred. (Novel website)
The people of this village are descendants of the Ghost Mother Kingdom. When the Ghost Mother Kingdom was destroyed, some of its people were outside, neither participating in the war nor being buried by the avalanche. They settled at the foot of the mountains of their homeland, where they multiplied and survived. Some of them even possessed some of the Ghost Mother's curse secrets and passed them down from generation to generation.
Later, because the damage caused by the secret technique was too severe, it was banned and abolished for a time. In recent years, with economic development and cultural freedom, and young people moving to big cities, this ancient curse technique has finally disappeared in modern times, with only a few elderly people still having stories about the curse in their minds.
Later conversations confirmed Jiang Fu's speculation. This village has existed for thousands of years, and long ago, it was even featured on television as a lost village culture.
After learning the source of the curse, Jiang Fu asked if there was a way to lift it.
The old man remained silent for a long time. Jiang Fu steeled his heart and took out almost all the money he had on him before the old man finally spoke: "There is a way, it was passed down from the elders. I don't know if it will work or not. I'll tell you, you can try it. However, I can't return the money to you."
Jiang Fu made a promise, saying that no matter whether the method worked or not, he would absolutely not ask for the money back. Only then did the old man smile and accept the money, saying, "You must not underestimate this curse. Right now, it only prevents you from leaving the mountain, but if you can't find a way out, all the blood in your body will explode in a month. At that time, you won't even have a complete corpse. My method can at least save your life for three months."
As the old man spoke, he led Jiang Fu to a dilapidated ancestral hall where no one offered sacrifices. He then retrieved a packet of powder from under a memorial tablet, mixed it with water, and had Jiang Fu drink it.
Jiang Fu frowned as he looked at the powder. The old man urged, "Hurry up and drink it. There's only one left. There won't be any more."
What is this?
"Sprinkle dragon horn powder!"
Seeing Jiang Fu's surprised look, the old man was very proud. "The old man said that powder made from dragon horn can suppress curses. I don't know if it's true, but people used to drink this powder when they were cursed. Nobody makes it anymore."
"Where did this powder come from?"
The old man smiled sheepishly. "When I was little, I was afraid too, afraid that someone would curse me. So I secretly stole a packet from an adult and hid it. Who knew that I would never use it? My family was poor, I couldn't get married, and I remained a bachelor my whole life."
Jiang Fu: "Pfft!" He almost spat out the dark 'medicine' powder.
After drinking the 'medicine' powder, the boiling 'blood' seemed to cool down.
it works!
Jiang Fu felt a little better, but then felt even more heavy-hearted. With only three months to live, it seemed that things weren't going to be much better.
The old man looked at Jiang Fu and laughed, "Look, you don't have much time left. If you have anything left to give me, I'll tell you a way. Maybe you'll get lucky and find a way to survive."
Jiang Fu looked at the greedy old man in front of him, and his gratitude vanished instantly.
He angrily pulled out the last bit of money he had, and only then did the old man smile and tell him, "If you find the dragon scale, you can live."
"Dragon scales?"
"Yes! The old man said that dragon horn powder is made from the horns that dragons shed, but it's not very potent. If you can find dragon scales, then it will be potent enough."
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