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As soon as the black mist came out, everyone in the Han family widened their eyes in shock.

"Quickly, open the curtains! Let the sun shine in!" Lin Qin shouted, holding two more silver charms and placing them against the old man's forehead.

Han Tianyu hurried to the bed and opened the curtains.

Bright sunlight shines in, and the black fog dissipates as soon as it touches the light.

"Ahhhh——"

The old man screamed in agony, and his belly suddenly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was as big as a full-term pregnant woman, which looked extremely scary.

The wooden bed creaked, and the old man struggled violently.

The Han family members were so nervous that they seemed to be clenching their toes.

"This is the lowering of the head. As long as the old man can spit it out, it will be fine." Lin Qin recited the mantra and slapped the big bulging bag with the peach wood sword.

Driven by him, the big bag slowly moved towards his chest, and then squeezed into his throat.

The old man's face turned purple and he was almost suffocating.

Several members of the Han family were frightened and sweaty.

The old man's mouth was so wide that you could almost see his throat, but he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't breathe, his whole body was shaking, and his body had reached the critical point.

"Go!" Lin Qin struggled with the big bag for a long time, used up all his strength, shouted loudly, and slapped the big bag hard.

"puff!"

A thick ball of black blood spurted out from the old man's mouth, splashing all over the bed, and a fishy smell suddenly filled the air.

The old man paused for a moment.

"Are you ready?" Han Jingchuan asked nervously.

"It should be fine." Before Lin Qin could finish his words, the old man not only spat out another mouthful of black blood, but also had blood coming out of his nose, and his face turned from sallow to pale in an instant.

The sheets and bedding were wet, with black blood everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell. The scene was very scary for a time.

No matter how stupid you are, you know something is wrong.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" The faces of the Han family also changed.

"It shouldn't be. Wasn't it vomited out? Why are you still vomiting blood?" Lin Qin couldn't explain clearly. "Could it be that there are still residues in the body that haven't been drained out? I'll try again!"

"Stop!" Han Wenshan shouted violently, "You have ruined half of my life, and you still want to continue? Are you really a disciple of Xuan Qing Guan? How could Master Qingfeng have such a mediocre person like you!"

"I, I" Lin Qin couldn't refute, because the facts were before him and he made a mistake in judgment, which put the old man in danger.

"Doctor, doctor!" Han Zehai shouted.

The doctors and nurses hurried in with boxes in hand. When they saw the bloody scene, their faces changed drastically and they started to give first aid in a hurry.

Han Jingchuan said nothing and stared at the doctor closely.

Lin Qin stood aside helplessly, his face paler than the old man's.

Han Tianyu looked at Lin Qin, then at the old man who was being treated for first aid, his body trembling a little.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was so tense that it was hard to see through it.

Although Mr. Han is old, he has always firmly grasped the real power in his hands. Once he dies, the Han family will be leaderless and will definitely be attacked by a group of opponents.

The safety of the entire family is at stake, how can these people not be nervous?

"Mr. Han, don't worry too much. The old man won't die before the time is up." I patted Han Wenshan on the shoulder.

As soon as I finished speaking, as if to verify my words, the old man came back with a breath.

"Success!"

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.

Han Jingchuan couldn't help but glance at me.

The bed was made clean again, and the old man lay there as angry as a piece of fragile dead leaf. He could only rely on the nutrition and water provided by drips to maintain his life barely and weakly.

In the living room, everyone was silent and the atmosphere was awkward.

I was the only one drinking tea calmly and calmly.

"Mr. Li, do you really have a way to cure the old man?" Finally, Han Jingchuan broke the silence, but he still maintained his airs.

"Yes." I said calmly.

"This is a problem that even Taoist Master Xuanqingguan cannot solve. What guarantee do you have?"

"Mr. Han, I think you misunderstood." I put down the tea cup and smiled lightly, "I just came to visit the old man for the sake of the second master. I didn't say that I must treat the old man, right?"

"I was leaving yesterday, didn't you insist on letting me stay?"

Han Jingchuan was slightly startled, and finally lowered his posture: "Of course we keep Mr. Li because of your ability, but he is in danger and there are many negligences in etiquette. Please don't take it to heart."

"Don't take it seriously!" I waved my hand, "After all, a charlatan like me is no better than a Taoist priest from a large sect. It's normal for the Han family to look down on me."

After saying that, I glanced at Lin Qin who was standing aside.

Lin Qin's expression was extremely ugly, but he did not dare to say a word.

The reason why the Han family didn't kick him out immediately was just for Xuan Qingguan's sake.

"What did Mr. Li say? Heroes don't ask where they come from. Dogs are inexperienced and don't understand this truth. It's his fault." As he said that, he tilted his head: "Tianyu, why don't you come over and apologize to Mr. Li!"

"Dad!" Of course Han Tianyu, with half his face swollen, didn't want to.

Han Jingchuan gave him a stern look, and Han Tianyu shuddered. He reluctantly walked over and apologized through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I was blind and neglected you!" He lowered his head and tried his best to suppress the resentment in his eyes.

"I feel aggrieved to have Young Master Han apologize." I smiled slightly.

Han Tianyu gritted his teeth and stepped back.

"Mr. Li, I hope you will not remember the villain's faults and don't behave like a dog. Now, on behalf of the Han family, I formally invite Mr. Li to treat the old man."

Han Wenshan said at the right time: "I know that Master Li is not a small-minded person, and he will definitely not ignore death."

"For the sake of the second master, I will try my best." I nodded.

"Thank you! If we can rescue the old man, our Han family will never forget this kindness!" Han Jingchuan said seriously, "By the way, what is the problem with my old man?"

"Taoist Master Lin is actually right about one thing. The old man's magic is indeed from Nanyang, but it is not a descendant."

"Not lowering your head?" The Han family looked at each other.

"In addition to the head-lowering technique, Nanyang also has witchcraft." I said seriously, "If I guess correctly, the old man's spell should be a blood curse."

"If you are infected by this evil witchcraft, you will not die immediately. Instead, you will die in pain after being tortured for seventy-seven and forty-nine days."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the three brothers of the Han family trembled.

"The most sinister part of this evil spell is that it is guided by hatred. The caster must sacrifice his own essence and blood before the spell can be activated."

"The deeper the hatred, the more painful it will be for the person who performs the spell, and the more the user's essence and blood will be consumed. It is an evil spell that can kill a thousand enemies and damage itself by eight hundred."

"So, it is generally rarely used by people. The kind of Nanyang magicians who work for money will never do this kind of magic. Unless they themselves have a sworn hatred with the other party!"

After I finished explaining, the whole living room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.