Zhao Letong's face was serious. She had cut off Qin Fan's ability to absorb his second nephew's luck, causing him to retaliate. Could the Qin family accept this?
It's definitely not possible. Since we can find a master to perform the ritual once, we can definitely find one a second time. This fluctuation is probably directed at my second nephew.
She dared to attack her own nephew and showed no remorse over and over again. Did she think that her Zhao family was easy to bully?
At this time in the academy, Zhao Youxi received the loving care of Mr. Wu. He gave him some special instructions before class and gave him a set of treasured pens, ink, paper and inkstone. Zhao Youxi was very happy.
The class started amid the envious eyes of the students, and I was now able to read some of the articles that were boring before.
Everything was going well. Zhao Youxi had a good chance of becoming the top martial arts scholar. He would then be the most powerful son of the Zhao family. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head, and his vision went dark before he passed out.
The other students didn't take it too seriously. He also liked to sleep in class. He even joked that the teacher's reading voice was the best lullaby, and he slept especially soundly.
Today I thought he was sleepy and sleeping, so I didn't take it seriously.
Poor Zhao Youxi, he has suffered enough from being lazy. No one cared about him when he fainted, and he was struggling there on his own.
Fortunately, Zhao Letong arrived in time. Outside the corner of the academy, a sloppy old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a little man in his hand. He was casting a spell and pricking the little man hard, with the biggest needle stuck in his head.
If someone accidentally saw it, they would think that the Taoist priest had gone crazy and would not care.
Making a doll with paper is a technical job and is also the most common way to harm people. As long as you have the victim's birth date, hair, nails or something close to their body, you can do it.
Those with strong magical powers can stab the victim to death, while those who are vicious will stab the victim once a day to prevent the victim from dying but instead torture him every day. They are extremely vicious.
Zhao Letong's carriage arrived, a little far away from the Taoist priest. Zhao Letong saw his practice through the gap in the curtain. He didn't get off the carriage. He took out the needlework basket with a sneer, and with a few clicks, he cut out a few paper figures that looked like little people.
Mrs. Zhao and the maids and servants who served her were all knocked unconscious by her, so they were not worried about being seen.
The little man was only the size of a palm. Zhao Letong used his own blood to draw a few lines for the eyes and body, pinched some magic formulas, and chanted a few spells. The little man instantly stood up as if he were alive.
"go!"
As a result, the little paper man got out of the carriage and jumped onto the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was busy stabbing the little man, but he suddenly felt a pain in his body and the little man fell to the ground.
"What is that? Ah, it hurts so much."
He didn't see that the little paper man's palm was like a knife, stabbing into his flesh again and again. The little paper man stained with blood looked ferocious and evil. Even if the Taoist priest slapped him on the body, it quickly returned to its original shape and continued to stab, stabbing hard.
After a while, the Taoist priest could not bear the stabbing anymore and wanted to go back to Qin's house to ask for help. He must have been cast a spell by a master.
I kind of regretted accepting the Qin family's request for help this time. The last time I helped the Qin family was because I owed a favor to the Qin family's ancestors, and I have already repaid it.
This time the Qin family gave him a large sum of money, but he didn't care. However, the Qin family took out a Seven Treasures Exquisite Tower, which made the Taoist priest excited. This was a great treasure.
For the sake of this treasure, the Taoist decided to attack again, this time even more ruthlessly. He directly killed Zhao Youxi and only had one breath left. Then he drained all his luck and let Qin Fan absorb it.
If the Zhao family wasn't so powerful, they could have just killed him once and for all.
The Qin family relied on the Taoist's mysterious abilities to attack Zhao Youxi, and Zhao Youxi's own luck was so strong that Qin Fan envied him.
Just when he was about to succeed, his spell was interrupted by some unknown means, and he was stabbed and bleeding all over, in pain.
You won’t die in a short period of time, but over time, the bleeding will cause you to die.
The Taoist priest was running in panic on the street, disturbing passers-by, who all tried to avoid him. This Taoist priest was so scary, was he being chased by someone?
He encountered a patrol officer from Jingzhao Prefecture, who kindly stopped him and asked, "What's wrong with you? Who hurt you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No, go away and don't block the road."
The Taoist priest was anxious to return to the Qin family, but he did not want to report to the authorities, as the authorities could not solve his problem.
The police officer didn't think so. This was not normal. Shouldn't someone covered in blood see the police officer as a savior?
Since he is not a victim, he may be the murderer who is in a hurry to escape.
"Stop and come with us to Jingzhao Prefecture. We can't leave until we have investigated thoroughly."
The officer drew out his sword and was about to subdue the man, but unfortunately the Taoist priest was extremely strong and pushed him away. The other officer did not retreat either, and could not allow the Taoist priest to hurt ordinary people, so he continued to stop him tremblingly.
Zhao Letong had the driver follow him all the time, and controlled the little paper figures to prick his tendons in his hands and feet, cutting them directly.
If the officer is injured, it will be your own fault.
The Taoist priest suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up. The officers were overjoyed and quickly tied him up and dragged him back to Jingzhao Prefecture to report.
Zhao Letong breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that no one was hurt. However, this consumed too much spiritual energy and made him feel a little weak.
After waking up the sister-in-law and the others, Zhao Letong leaned against her softly, "Sister-in-law, I won't go to burn incense today. I want to sleep. I'm tired."
"Ah, you look so bad, then go back and see a doctor."
Mrs. Zhao felt like she had taken a nap for no apparent reason, and when she woke up, her younger sister was like this. She didn't have time to think about it, and she forgot about her youngest son, so she hurried back home.
Zhao Letong has fallen asleep. Sleeping is also a form of rest, especially for children, who need more sleep.
At this time, Zhao Youxi's crisis was resolved. The class was over and he woke up. His head was still throbbing with pain, as if he had had a nightmare.
"What happened to me just now?"
My deskmate asked, "Didn't you sleep well enough? Was it because the teacher's chanting wasn't hypnotic enough?"
Zhao Youxi: "Go away, I don't want to sleep."
"I understand. I can't help myself. I'm going to the bathroom. Do you want to come with me?"
"No, it gives me a terrible headache."
Zhao Youxi intuitively felt that something had happened. He looked at the protective jade pendant given by his aunt and found it a little dim. He was surprised and felt that there was really a problem.
After thinking about it, I went to ask about Qin Fan's situation. It turned out that he had taken sick leave and did not come to class. I was fine, and it was not good to keep taking leave. Fortunately, he felt better, so I continued to attend classes without worry.
The Zhao family specially invited an imperial physician to take Zhao Letong's pulse. The imperial physician looked strange and looked at the Zhao family with complicated eyes.
"Doctor, how is my little sister? Is she okay?"
"It's nothing serious, is it? I'm malnourished and my Qi and blood are severely depleted. I need a lot of nourishment. Hundred-year-old ginseng would be best. Do you have any at home?"
The Zhao family was puzzled. Why was his Qi and blood so severely deficient? This wasn't something a child should have.
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