Chapter 65: The Thirteen Curses of Taoist Incantations (My parents, please give me your monthly votes!)
High fever?
Hearing Shiraishi Nagimitsu's call, Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows, realizing that something was not going on.
It had only been a few hours since I and Oda Yui were separated, how could I suddenly have a high fever?
Shiraishi Nagimitsu said on the phone that Oda Yui suddenly fell to the ground while painting in the studio.
The teacher was shocked.
Then he found that Oda Yui's face was red and she had a high fever.
I immediately called 119 and notified Shiraishi Nagimitsu on the way to the hospital.
After Shiraishi Nagimitsu arrived at the hospital, he was informed that the cause of his illness could not be diagnosed and that he could only temporarily use physical cooling methods.
I was so scared that I quickly called Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo put down the documents in his hand and went to the emergency ward of the University of Tokyo Hospital.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was wearing a mask and sitting beside Oda Yui's bed with a serious expression.
He wore a thin black windbreaker in the air-conditioned room, with a white knitted short-sleeved shirt and jeans underneath.
Seeing Fang Zuo coming in, she quickly threw herself into his arms.
She raised her little face and tried to force a smile to Fang Zuo.
The tears rolled down like beads from a broken string, making one feel pity for them.
Ever since I met this man, I have become more and more prone to crying.
“The doctors couldn’t diagnose the cause.”
"It's okay, I'll take a look." Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagimitsu's little face.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu obediently said "hmm" and made way, taking out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
Fang Zuo walked to the bedside.
Oda Yui was unconscious with her brows furrowed and her eyes closed.
There was an ice cube wrapped in a towel on his head, and he was wearing a loose hospital gown of short-sleeved shirt and shorts.
On the cabinet next to her head were her changed clothes, wallet and a folded promotional poster for a Korean girl group.
"She wants to join a girl group." Shiraishi Nagimitsu walked over, picked up the poster and handed it to Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo nodded, took it and put it back on the table: "I took her to the interview today, but then I saw it was for a bikini girl group, so I refused."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"It's okay, you make the decision." Shiraishi Nagi sat in front of Oda Yui's bed and touched her little face: "I just want her to get better soon."
Fang Zuo looked at the neatly folded promotional poster.
I know that although the little guy acted very happy in the taxi, he still wanted to participate in his heart.
Fang Zuo looked at Oda Yui carefully.
The little face and neck are red.
A faint black line was circling on his forehead.
Fang Zuo sneered.
What a fool.
It is the Taoist Zhuyou technique.
Taoist Zhuyou technique is passed down from ancient witchcraft.
With the continuous research of Taoist predecessors, it was finally developed into the Taoist Thirteen Curses.
Zhu means curse.
"You" means wish.
It is nothing more than using thirteen kinds of spells and casting spells according to the wishes of the target.
The old man from Oda took advantage of the negative wishes of the driver and the boy to control them.
And now there is someone who is not knowing the consequences and is using Oda Yui's wish to cast a curse.
It is also the authentic inheritance of Taoism.
The Thirteen Taoist Incantations have indeed been spread outside of China by many Taoist disciples over the years.
For example, the black magic in Southeast Asia is a derived branch.
But it's just a branch after all.
But in Japan, Fang Zuo actually saw the complete inheritance again.
Don’t think that Oda Yui has a high fever now, it’s just that the spellcaster’s level is too low.
It triggered her soul's self-defense.
When the black gas completely dissipated, Oda Yui's high fever naturally subsided.
I want to see which guy is asking for death.
Fang stretched out his left and right hands out of thin air and grabbed the black air on Oda Yui's forehead in his hands.
Then throw it into the air.
He made a Taoist gesture and pointed at the black air in the air.
The black gas churned violently, and then slowly dissipated into the air.
A wisp of Fang Zuo's spiritual consciousness attached to the black air, quickly shuttled through, and came to a suite in the Tokyo Imperial Hotel.
After taking a closer look, Fang Zuo couldn't help but get angry.
There is an altar in the middle of the suite.
I saw a middle-aged man wearing a red Bagua Taoist robe, a crescent-shaped Quanzhen crown on his head, a peach wood sword in his hand, and a Bagua lamp under his feet.
Standing in front of the altar and chanting something.
Not far away, there was a beautiful lady sitting on the sofa.
She was wearing a black suspender stocking that showed off her plump, white thighs.
A cup of milk tea was placed on the huge chest, and the little mouth was pecking at the straw from time to time.
Watching the middle-aged man casting spells with great interest.
It was the Korean woman Kim Mi-jeong.
After the black gas entered the room, it began to circle in the air.
The middle-aged man pointed the peach wood sword at the black air, pinched the Three Mountains Seal with his hands, and uttered the Taoist mantra.
The black gas descended rapidly and entered the Three Mountains Technique of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man extinguished the Bagua lamp under his feet, took off his red Taoist robe, folded it and placed it on the altar.
He then placed the peach wood sword and the town's crescent-shaped crown on his Taoist robe in a very proper manner.
He bent down and performed the Taoist ritual of bowing his head.
Then he turned around.
A change of serious expression.
"Okay, within three days, she will definitely not be able to control her thoughts and come to find you."
After saying that, he opened his arms and was about to pounce on Jin Meiting.
Jin Meiting took the milk tea from the huge breasts, stood up, and put her small hands on the middle-aged man's chest.
Jiao Mei said, "Don't worry, I'll go back to my room to take a shower. President Cui, you should also take a shower and come to my room to find me."
"Why make it so troublesome? We can just wash together." The middle-aged man stared at Jin Meiting's huge breasts trembling as she stood up and swallowed.
"NO, this should be done with some sense of ritual." Jin Meiting's eyes were as charming as silk, she picked up the milk tea and put the straw into the middle-aged man's mouth: "Remember to wash it clean, I have a little bit of mysophobia, if I find something wrong, everything will stop."
Looking at Jin Meiting's graceful figure, she walked out the door with her plump buttocks and full thighs in suspenders.
With every step she takes she steps in high heels.
Waves of flesh are rising in the tight skirt.
The middle-aged man swallowed absentmindedly.
She waited until the person left the room before she looked away. Looking at the lipstick mark on the milk tea straw, she quickly leaned over and took a sip.
The smell of lipstick and milk tea mixed together is like taking an aphrodisiac.
It made his blood boil.
With a strange cry, he tore off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom.
Fang Zuo withdrew his thoughts.
It turned out to be Jin Meiting's doing.
If I wasn't here.
After Oda Yui's high fever subsided, she must have been troubled by her worries.
The desire to become an idol expanded infinitely and was firmly locked in my heart.
As long as her mind control is a little worse.
Maybe the next day, Yui Oda couldn't control the urge to become an idol superstar.
I went to find Jin Meiting to sign the contract.
And she herself didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.
Because this was the source of her own thoughts.
This is the terrifying aspect of the Thirteen Curses of Taoism.
Infinitely magnify the wishes of the person being cursed.
Fang Zuo in the ward sneered repeatedly.
Even Shiraishi Nagimitsu could feel the anger.
"What's wrong?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu gently put his arms around Fang Zuo's back.
Hug Fang Zuo's waist.
The little face kept rubbing against Fang's left back.
Let out a comfortable moan.
"Yui is fine." Fang Zuo patted Shiraishi Nagi's little face: "I'm going to do something."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded sensibly and let go of her little hand.
She didn't understand what this man did.
but.
She understood one thing.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu held Fang Zuo's face, stood on tiptoe and gave him a light kiss.
"Come back soon."
She understands women's things.
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(End of this chapter)
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