Chapter 41 Hidden Words Curse

"Of course not."

Chang Yi looked at him with a hint of caution, "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean? Did you hear some bad rumors from somewhere?"

"I'm not good at tricking people into believing in me, I'm good at torture."

Jiang Wu spoke slowly and tapped Chang Yi's chest with the pen in his hand at a very fast speed.

Chang Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and the fingers on his knees trembled slightly due to the force, but he could not move at all. He looked at the young man in front of him, fear gradually revealed in his eyes.

Jiang Wu pulled out the nose cap of the signature pen, looked at the sharp tip, and slowly spoke, "What did Lu Linhe exchange? Who ordered him to assassinate Han Zhong? What was the purpose?"

His lips often trembled, but he still didn't say a word.

"I didn't seal your mouth."

Jiang Wu suddenly thrust the tip of the pen between his fingers, and Chang Yi shouted in horror, "No!"

The pen tip stopped abruptly when it touched the last centimeter of his hand. Jiang Wu raised his eyes calmly, "Answer my question."

"Lu Linhe wanted to resurrect his son. I don't know who he ordered him to assassinate. I was only responsible for delivering the message."

"Deliver?"

"The news... is among the items for sale."

"Whose news?"

“…”

Jiang Wuwei raised his eyebrows and reached for the fruit knife on the coffee table. "Do you need to change this one?"

"No! No!" Chang Yi shouted hurriedly, "I really don't know who took the initiative to find me. I really don't know! I can't tell his name! I will die!"

Jiang Wu frowned slightly and suddenly looked into Chang Yi's eyes. Those terrified and cloudy eyes were like polluted lake water, and beneath the lake water, there was a dark spell hidden.

"Hidden Words Spell."

A spell to keep a secret. If the person who is cursed says the forbidden words, he will die immediately. This spell is not difficult, but Jiang Wu almost never uses it because it involves a life and unknown cause and effect.

His expression was slightly solemn. Was he indeed a member of the Siming tribe?

But he clearly remembered that his master had said that there was only one person who knew destiny, so the fortune teller was passed down from generation to generation. Moreover, after opening their eyes and seeing destiny, each generation of fortune tellers had to learn from the previous generation's teachings on how to distinguish and control destiny, otherwise they would not be able to control the power of destiny and would die young.

He was opened his eyes after being picked up by his master. Later, his master disappeared after teaching him everything. Before he was struck by the thunderbolt at Yingshan Mountain, he had never accepted any disciples, nor did he follow the rules of successive generations of destiny masters to look for the next generation of divine favored ones. Therefore, the destiny master clan should have disappeared from the world after him. How could there be other members of the clan?

He glanced at the terrified Chang Yi, knowing that he would not be able to get anything out of him, so he turned his attention to the agreement in front of him.

Jiang Wu sighed helplessly, then took out two lollipops from his pocket, unwrapped them, put them in his mouth, and crushed them into pieces. After chewing them twice, he swallowed them. The strong mint poured over his head like a bucket of ice water, instantly clearing his mind to the extreme.

Chang Yi still looked at him in horror, wondering why he suddenly started eating candy.

As if guessing the doubts in his heart, Jiang Wunan explained to him, "If you don't eat candy, it will be very difficult to solve the illusion on this paper."

Chang Yi didn't know what he was talking about, but when he heard the word "illusion", he seemed to suddenly think of something and a hint of shock appeared in his eyes.

Jiang Wuzhi scratched the words on the membership contract with his fingertips and murmured, "Unlock!"

With this low moan, the words where his fingertips passed suddenly came alive, flying off the paper one by one, fleeing to the sides like insects encountering a natural enemy. The contract on the table also revealed its true face, a pattern formed by the ancient inscriptions of flower and bird totems entwined and coiled, which looked like an ancient formation.

Chang Yi looked at this scene in horror and cried out, "...Who are you!"

Jiang Wu twisted the piece of paper with the strange pattern on it and looked at it, then said calmly, "You dare to steal my forbidden spell, and you don't even know who I am?"

"Your forbidden spell?" Chang Yi was only shocked for a moment, then he immediately retorted, "Impossible! This is the immortal master's magic spell! Who are you?"

"Your master is so powerful, why did he only give you plastic surgery but not heal your legs?"

“…”

Chang Yi's face turned pale.

"If your leg is really healed, you can just announce that you have recovered from surgery. Why do you have to continue pretending to be a cripple? The few steps you just performed for me must have used up all your strength, right?"

Jiang Wu walked up to him step by step, put his two fingers together and pointed at Chang Yi's forehead. His eyes turned dark, and what he saw was the old organs that had long been decayed under the seemingly young skin of the other party. "They didn't even cure your diseased spinal cord. It seems that your immortal master doesn't want you to live."

"No!"

Chang Yi held onto the wheelchair armrests tightly with both hands, a sickly flush on his young face. "Master said that as long as I find enough people to cooperate with me, my illness can be cured! I only need three more people, and I can survive!"

Jiang Wu looked down at the almost crazy man in front of him, and suddenly remembered the look Yan Chong gave him before he died. The doubts in his heart reappeared. Was he also sad about his impending death at that time? Then why was he celebrating?

"No one can stop death, not even the gods."

Jiang Wu whispered softly, his long hair hanging down from his temples blown up by the wind that came from nowhere. Where his fingertips touched, one after another ancient black spells flew out from Chang Yi's brow like a chain made of black feathers, entwined around his fingertips and moved to his arms, and then turned into faded ink characters and gradually dissipated into the air.

As these ancient spells left, Chang Yi's whole body began to undergo amazing changes, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, to his neck, and finally to his hands... Wrinkles and brown spots covered all his exposed skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, his black hair gradually turned gray, and his straight waist became hunched.

In almost an instant, the vigorous and energetic man in his thirties turned into a gray-haired, hunched old man. His sharp eyes gradually became cloudy, and finally filled with tears of despair and fear.

Perhaps the tears blurred his eyes, and Jiang Wu suddenly saw that the brown pupils had turned into a familiar black, a darker black than that of ordinary people, like cold colored glass, reflecting his figure. His calm face rarely showed a trace of shock.

“Yan…”

The moment he said this, he knew he had fallen into a trap, but it was too late. Chang Yi in front of him had disappeared, and the originally empty lounge turned into the Wujiang Palace that he was very familiar with in the blink of an eye.

He turned a blind eye to the changes around him, and stretched out his fingertips like claws, but touched nothing, and Chang Yi disappeared completely.

Jiang Wu's eyes dimmed. Is there someone else in the lounge?