"It's a sign of premature death!"

Qin Chuan was suddenly shocked. The so-called sign of premature death actually concealed great danger.

From the perspective of luck, bad luck overshadows good luck, and it is almost a dead end!

"Is there any way to remedy this?"

Qin Chuan asked quickly. In fact, he had an inexplicable sense of anticipation in his heart.

"this……"

King Baihe hesitated for a moment, his face became serious, and he said in a low voice: "If you must say, there is a way, but this method is not worth the cost, it is meaningless."

"I have been reluctant to say this, mainly because I am afraid that my daughter will do something stupid if she finds out."

Qin Chuan looked at him and motioned for him to continue.

King Baihe continued, "The sign of premature death can actually be solved by transferring bad luck. In other words, let others share his bad luck, so that his chances of survival will be greater."

"But the corresponding price is... the person whose bad luck is transferred will also be at risk of dying young."

Qin Chuan's eyes lit up!

His heartbeat quickened, but his face remained calm as he asked, "What is the specific method of transferring the blame?"

Wow!

King Baihe was suddenly startled, looked at Qin Chuan in disbelief, and exclaimed: "Could it be that Brother Dao is going to share his bad luck with himself?!"

He felt a bit of admiration for Qin Chuan.

This man is extremely powerful, yet he is willing to risk his life for the younger generation. This shows that he is also a true hero who is responsible and magnanimous.

"Why not?"

Qin Chuan said calmly.

In fact, he had no psychological pressure at all, because even if he wanted to pass the blame on, it would be passed on to Qin Xiaozhu. What did it have to do with him, Zhou Shuren?

At this time, King Baihe smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid that even if Brother Dao has this intention, he is powerless."

"oh?"

Qin Chuan frowned and looked at him.

King Baihe said in a deep voice: "Not just anyone can transfer bad luck. Otherwise, for the happiness of my daughter... I wouldn't mind even if I captured tens of thousands of people as sacrifices."

"The really difficult part about transferring bad luck is that the person who helps share the bad luck and the person being shared with need to be of similar age and level of cultivation, and they also need to be willing to do so without any resistance in their hearts."

"Unless they are your most sincere friends or people you truly love, others will resist even if they are threatened to share the bad luck. This is human instinct and cannot be controlled."

"That's why I didn't dare tell my daughter. If she knew, she would definitely try to do it."

After listening to this, Qin Chuan fell silent.

There seemed to be a look of confusion and pain on his face, but in the end, he seemed to suppress the confusion with great willpower.

"Is Qin Zi okay?"

He looked at the White Crane King seriously.

"Brother Dao! Do you really want to...let your son take risks? Are you willing to do that?"

King Baihe was shocked.

"Golden Pheasant has shown us father and son a favor, which we cannot forget. Now that he is in great trouble, we father and son cannot stand by and watch."

Qin Chuan's voice was low but extremely firm, and his slightly stern expression exuded a sense of noble character.

A gentleman is grateful and repays kindness!

King Baihe stared at Qin Chuan for a long time, then he let out a breath and smiled bitterly:

"Brother Dao, you are so righteous! I admit that I have not yet reached such a level. In fact, Jin Zhi has also been kind to my father and me, but for the sake of my daughter's safety, I can only apologize to him."

"In the final analysis, I still can't really treat him as an equal. In my heart, even though he has done us a favor, I still look down on him from a high position and feel that his life is not as valuable as my daughter's life."

"But Brother Dao has reached another level. No matter how weak a benefactor is, he can always put his personality on the same level as his own."

"I am... sincerely convinced!"

At the end of his speech, King Baihe showed respect in his eyes and lowered his proud head to Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan looked at this scene and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

My dear brother, I just wanted to trick my son, why did it become so noble in your eyes? !

Please don't make up your mind casually.

You make me passive!

He admitted that there was a vague moral aura hovering around him, as if it wanted to kidnap him at any time...

Why do people let morality hold them hostage? In the final analysis, it is because they do not want to destroy the good image they have in the minds of others.

When others look at you with stars in their eyes and admiration, you would feel embarrassed to do something bad.

Of course, except for those who are thick-skinned!

It just so happens that Qin Chuan is the kind of person who is extremely thick-skinned. If you scrape off his skin, it would be enough to circle the earth twice.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "You must know a way to transfer bad luck, right? Please tell me."

"Um."

King Baihe nodded seriously.

Things have come to this point, it is naturally impossible for him to refuse, not to mention... from a selfish point of view, if Qin Zi shares the bad luck, the biggest beneficiary will be his daughter!

As long as Jinzhi didn't die young, his daughter would be able to live a happy life, there is no doubt about it!

Although he didn't want to admit it, Jin Zhi's capital was so strong that it was rare in the world. Even he turned sideways and looked west with a long sigh...

…

"What, there is such a thing?!"

When Qin Zi learned the truth about the misfortune, he was shocked and almost jumped up.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Qin Chuan asked in a deep voice.

Although in his heart, Qin Xiaozhu had no right to choose at all, everything had been arranged clearly.

But he still pretended to ask.

“Dad, I…”

Qin Zi saw his father's serious expression and thought that his father was worried that he would hurt himself, so he felt a little guilty.

But thinking of how good Senior Brother Jin was to him, he took a deep breath, mustered up his courage and said:

"Dad, my body and hair are given by my parents, I shouldn't be so willful, but Senior Brother Jin loves me deeply and takes care of me like a real brother. I can't just sit there and watch him in trouble."

In order to make his words more convincing, Qin Xiaozhu quoted from the classics and said, "Besides, you have always taught me that people should be grateful and repay kindness. Even a drop of water should be returned with a spring of gratitude. But I am a man, I..."

"Um."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Chuan nodded.

As for the inner connection or conflict between Yongquan and the man, he didn't care much. They were all useless details.

"Dad, you agreed?!"

Qin Zi was about to continue speaking, but when he saw that his father actually agreed, he was so overjoyed that he almost jumped up.

"Well, when we, the Qin family, do things, we must distinguish between gratitude and resentment. If someone does us a favor, we must repay him even if it costs us our lives!"

Qin Chuan said seriously.

He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and his handsome and unrestrained profile shone with a radiant humanity.

soon.

Qin Chuan gave the method of transferring bad luck to Qin Zi. After studying it for a while, Qin Zi went to find Jin Zhi.

Jinzhi has never been to school.

Uneducated.

Under Qin Zi's deception, the two of them quickly completed the transfer of bad luck, and suddenly, the world was in turmoil.

“Boom!”

A large amount of black clouds gathered together and turned into a huge black vortex in the sky above Baihe Palace.

Lightning and thunder!

Under the illumination of lightning, one could vaguely see a black gas invisible to the naked eye flying out of the golden pheasant's body.

The black gas condensed and turned into a huge black skull in the air. The skull then split into two and drilled into the bodies of the two people respectively.

"Die! Anyone who steals my origin will die..."

Faintly, there seemed to be a vicious and old whimpering sound, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, ethereal and illusory.