After bowing to the three memorial tablets, Zhao Youliang locked up the shop and went to find Granny Wenmi.
Before Zhao Youliang could even speak after entering the room, Granny Mi was already horrified.
"Child, what's wrong now? You look terrible!"
"Quickly tell your mother-in-law if anything strange happened last night!"
"Something strange?!" Zhao Youliang looked completely bewildered.
"No... my face was scratched by the big yellow dog. I didn't hit it... it's unsportsmanlike, it attacked me from behind..."
Granny Wenmi, being a skilled practitioner, naturally wouldn't believe Zhao Youliang's nonsense.
She pulled him to her side and took out a silver needle, sticking it into Zhao Youliang's fingernails.
Before Zhao Youliang could cry out in pain, he had already squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into the bowl full of rice.
Amidst a sizzling sound, the rice immediately emitted black smoke.
"You brat, this isn't a scratch from a big yellow dog, it's clearly a curse!"
As Granny Wenmi spoke, she paced back and forth anxiously: "As the saying goes, 'a trade is like a mountain,' and when it comes to things like being cursed, she really has no way of knowing how."
"That's strange, why are you so unlucky!"
"Why does everyone keep putting all sorts of dirty things on you...?"
"Cursing magic?!" Although Zhao Youliang was an "outsider," he had watched enough Hong Kong and Taiwan films to know about the existence of sorcerers.
"No way! I haven't even left the house!"
"I didn't seek out any trouble or cause any problems, and I'm broke, so why would a sorcerer bother me?!"
"It's not even enough to cover his costs..."
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