Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed violently, spitting out blood-tinged phlegm onto my shoes.
I poured a glass of water and handed it to him: "Have some water first."
Dazhu grabbed my hand as if it were a lifeline: "Master Chen, I really know I was wrong. You have to save me. If I'm beyond saving, save my daughter. I'm so scared..."
"Stop talking!"
I pressed down on his shoulder: "It's not too late to fix it now."
Seeing that he was still staring blankly at the ground, I took out a blessed copper coin from my pocket and put it in his palm: "Hold it tight, this is to ward off evil spirits."
Dazhu's fingers curled mechanically, his nails scraping against the copper coins with a harsh sound.
I dragged over a wooden stool and sat down opposite him.
"Listen, I will definitely help with your daughter's matter, but first you need to calm down and tell me all the details."
I deliberately slowed down my speech, like coaxing a crying child: "Come on, drink some water first, to soothe your throat."
Dazhu stared at the water glass, then suddenly, as if possessed, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
I didn't say anything and just waited quietly.
Until Dazhu's breathing finally calmed down.
I took out a talisman, lit it with a lighter, and watched the flame dance in front of him.
"This is a purifying talisman; it can drive away nightmares."
As the talisman burned to ashes, he suddenly grabbed my wrist: "Master Chen, is there really any hope for me?"
I looked directly into his bloodshot eyes and said as firmly as I could, "Yes, but you have to cooperate with me and can't hide anything anymore."
As I spoke, I pointed to the cloth bag in his arms, "Can you open it now?"
Dazhu shuddered, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and instinctively protected his bundle.
But under my watchful gaze, his trembling fingers finally untied the knot in the blue cloth.
The entire bronze furnace is revealed under the cold light of a mobile phone.
When I saw the bronze furnace, my blood froze instantly.
This is clearly a miniature version of the Xuanpin furnace from Sanjiapo!
Memories flooded back: Jin Ye, Luo Tianhe, Wu Zhiguo, and so on.
All the people and things I had seen appeared one by one.
My throat tightened, and my nails dug deep into my palms.
Dazhu waved his hand in front of my eyes, his voice seeming to drift from a great distance: "Master Chen? What's wrong?"
I grabbed his wrist suddenly.
"Take me to that village, let's go now."
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