Chapter 122 Evil Spirit

Ten years ago, the Han family held an 18th birthday party for their only son Han, to celebrate his birthday and to dispel the rumor that he would die at the age of 16. However, a fire broke out that day, destroying the 10,000-square-meter exhibition hall and killing 87 people, including staff members.

Among them, Han Yun’s wife Li Mu almost died in the fire. The only person who was safe and sound was Han Zhong.

Not long after, the designer of the art museum, Mr. Nam Cheong-wook, woke up from the hospital and accused Han Joong of being the arsonist, but Han Joong himself had no memory of what happened at the time.

Although no lawsuit was filed in the end due to insufficient evidence, the incident still caused a great shock to the upper class society in Linhai at the time.

It is a huge shame that the future heir of the Han family is linked to an arsonist.

Although Han Yun spent a lot of effort to eliminate the impact of this incident on Han Zhong, it still had a great impact on Han Zhong at that time, because Han Zhong's mother, Ms. Li Mu, almost died in the fire.

Everyone thought that it was Han Zhong who brought the misfortune, including Han Zhong himself, so shortly after Li Mu woke up, Han Zhong left Linhai and joined the army.

As for why he chose to join the army, it was because the seal on Han Zhong's body was broken for some reason, and he fainted after absorbing the first strand of evil energy.

Zhou Yannan, the only person who could repair the seal at that time, left Linhai for two years because of Han Zhong's words against him. The Han family could only find Bai Xianling of Qingyang Temple. After Bai Xianling rescued Han Zhong, he said that only Zhou Yannan's innate Yang Qi could suppress the evil spirit, but he could let Han Zhong stay in the army for a few years to suppress the evil spirit in his body.

Han Zhong, who was filled with self-blame and pain at the time, agreed without hesitation.

"The evil spirit of a person is most obvious before he dies, and the evil spirit of a person who died in pain is the heaviest. The seal on his body was probably broken by the evil spirit of the person who died in the fire."

Zhou Yannan could hear the sound of flipping pages. "Old Bai may not be very talented, but he is quite smart. The army represents the destiny of a country, which is no less than the innate Qi. And if you exercise more, your body will be strong and your Yang Qi will be sufficient, which will help you suppress the evil spirit."

"According to the time, the effect of his luck should have worn off. He knows his limits, so he might be able to return in two days."

Luck, Jiang Wu suddenly remembered something, "He was the emperor of the Great Zhou in his previous life, with the purple aura of the emperor, why did he absorb the evil spirit?"

"You also said it was in the previous life. He is no longer an emperor in this life. Where did the imperial purple aura come from?"

"But why did he become such a bad guy——"

Zhou Yannan suddenly interrupted him nonchalantly, "You approached Yan Zhong because of the Emperor's Purple Qi, thinking that you could obtain the secret of ascension. Now Han Zhong no longer has the Emperor's Purple Qi, and maybe he can no longer let you ascend. Do you still want to stay with him?"

Jiang Wu was startled and said hesitantly, "He is an ordinary person who can only live for a few short decades. What if I leave and he dies accidentally?"

The person on the other end of the phone was probably speechless because of him. After a long while, he replied, "...That's Han Zhong, who was born with a body full of evil spirits and could still hold out until he was thirty years old. The last person as strong as him was five hundred years ago. He is not as fragile as you think."

Jiang Wu disagreed. If he hadn't protected him, Han Zhong would have died several times. But he had to leave now, even though he didn't want to, because Han Zhong didn't want to see him at all. If he stayed any longer, Han Zhong would probably never return to Ziyuan. If he continued like this, his evil spirit would sooner or later be absorbed by the evil spirit again.

However, Zhou Yannan's next words cheered him up -

"But even if we can't stop the evil spirit from entering his body, there are other ways to keep him sane."

"What method?"

"Although the magic weapon refined by the Siming clan's spells cannot remove evil spirits, it can keep people rational and prevent them from being controlled by evil spirits."

"...I am now only in a state of delusion, and cannot refine any magical instruments."

Refining a magic weapon is indeed not as simple as it is portrayed in movies and TV shows, at least that's the case for the destiny master. Jiang Wu, who reached the realm of Guanshi in his previous life, had no problem refining a magic weapon, but he can't do it now. The best he can do is to make a peach wood tablet like he did for Zhang Xiaoyu.

"The magic weapon is ready-made, you don't need to refine it." Zhou Yannan could hear the sound of flipping pages. "The Soul-Calling Bell can summon souls and gods. As long as we modify the formation, it is not impossible to achieve the effect of calming the soul."

"The Siming family's talent for spellcasting is closely related to the destiny of heaven. The peach wood token you made for Qin Jiawang before was very effective. Make another one that is similar, and the more it is infused with your aura, the better. Then I will use the formation to modify the effect of the Soul-Guiding Bell, which can help him stay sane."

Jiang Wu was delighted, "Thank you, you are really a gift from God to me!"

Zhou Yannan on the other end of the phone got goosebumps from disgust when he heard this, "... find some time to come over and discuss this."

"I'll be there right now!"

In the bar, Zhou Changming said that he came to comfort his childhood friend, but in fact he couldn't do it. After all, he was not a pure hanger-on. So he quickly took the glass of wine and went to chat up the beauties in the bar, leaving Han Zhong alone sitting at the bar.

After once again rejecting the woman who came to chat him up, Han Zhong, who was already a little drunk, felt dizzy, but his body became colder. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he even felt that the ice cubes he felt through the wine glass were warmer than the temperature of his fingertips.

"...Are you okay?" a voice asked above my head.

Han looked up again and saw that it was the bartender Jasmine from before, who was looking at him with a frown, looking a little worried.

"…It's okay. Can you call a replacement driver for me?"

"Of course, please wait."

The driver came an hour later. During this time, Han Zhong sat on a chair at the bar with his eyes closed and rested. His cold and deep face and his graceful figure with broad shoulders and narrow waist attracted a lot of attention from the people around him. Even the bartender Jasmine couldn't help staring at his face, and sighed in her heart while looking at him, how could such a handsome and rich man not like women?

The replacement driver was a young man. He was a little impatient at first when he saw Han Zhong drunk, but when he saw the key to the Maybach car that Han Zhong took out, his eyes lit up and he went forward to help him very attentively, but Han Zhong frowned and avoided him.

"No, go drive."

"oh oh."

The young man muttered that this handsome guy was so cool despite being rich, and even his body temperature was so low. If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that he could move, he would have thought he had touched a corpse in the morgue.

After the driver came back, Han Zhong said hello to Zhou Changming and walked out of the bar. The wind on the street was chilly, piercing his bones like cold needles, and he couldn't help but groan.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, the driver asked quickly, "...Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"……Need not."

Han Zhong thought that he could not drink much, but he was not easily drunk either. A few glasses of low-alcohol cocktails would not make him feel uncomfortable.

After getting in the car, he was cut off from the coolness of the outside world. Han Zhong's head, which had just been blown by the cold wind, became dizzy again. The night outside the car window seemed to melt into a pool of black water, submerging the car bit by bit, slowly swallowing him up, and the endless darkness completely surrounded him.

His consciousness was still groggy, but the fear of being enveloped in darkness was clearly spreading in his heart. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he vaguely heard someone in front of him asking him something. He subconsciously replied, and then his consciousness fell into complete chaos.