Just when Yuan Chu rescued Mu Zixian, in a hotel not far from the hotel, a thin man wearing black face turned pale, his blood was rising, and the wooden doll on the table also had cracks. The breaking of the spell caused a lot of damage to him. There is a price to pay for performing this kind of evil spell, whether it's life, health, or luck, to name a few. But as long as enough luck is plundered, all disasters can be offset.
He was currently unable to determine whether someone was causing trouble or whether an accident had occurred. Judging from the degree of backlash, even if it is artificial, the opponent's ability is very limited.
A hint of sinisterness flashed in the eyes of the thin man, and he picked up a new wooden doll, moved his fingers, muttered something in his mouth, and began to perform the spell again.
The old villa stood in the night, with the cold wind howling all around, the shadows of the trees dancing, and the faint whimpering like ghostly weeping could be heard.
Mu Zixian stood at the door of the villa, feeling an inexplicable chill running down his back.
"here it is… "
"Yinshan."
Mu Zixian knew that Yinshan was the property of the He family. He and his sister had come here to pay homage to the ancestors of the He family before, but the feeling at that time was completely different from now.
"Please come in." Yuan Chu opened the door and the lights inside automatically turned on.
Mu Zixian didn't think much, walked in slowly, and looked around. There seemed to be nothing unusual, just a little cold.
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked hesitantly.
"Meet someone." Yuanchu led him towards the second floor.
"Who are you meeting?" he asked, but he already had a guess in his heart. The He family actually placed He Jinxiu here? This is the resting place of the ancestors of the He family. To put it simply, it is a cemetery where the dead are buried. Let alone children, even adults are not suitable for long-term living.
A flash of anger flashed in Mu Zixian's eyes, and he clenched his hands into fists.
When Yuan Chu opened the door to He Jinxiu's room, a cold ghostly aura immediately hit his face.
Mu Zixian felt his steps were heavy and could hardly move, standing stiffly at the door.
The lights came on, and the scene in the room came into his eyes.
The simple layout had no decoration at all, and the curtains were drawn tightly. Lying on the bed was a handsome young man with pale skin, showing his frailty. His arms hanging outside the quilt were thin and slender, looking malnourished.
Even after careful initial care, He Jinxiu was still not as healthy as other people his age.
"This is Jin Xiu?" Mu Zixian couldn't believe it. The smart and cute child in my memory should have lived a life of rich clothing and fine food, but now he was left here like an abandoned child without anyone to care for him.
"Yes." Yuanchu came to the bedside and called softly, "Master Jinxiu."
Hearing the familiar voice, the young man opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her with misty eyes.
"Jin Xiu!" Mu Zixian strode over, trying his best to suppress his emotions, and said warmly, "I am your uncle, do you remember?"
The young man glanced at him lightly, and then moved his eyes to Yuan Chu.
"Master Jinxiu, would you like to get up? Let's talk." Yuan Chu stretched out her hand to help her, and the young man took the initiative to hold her hand and slowly sat up.
Mu Zixian saw something unusual, his face changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice: "He...?"
While helping the young man lay out the pillows, Yuanchu replied: "After Master Jinxiu's parents passed away, he was imprisoned here, and formations were set up around him to take away his luck."
"Imprisonment? Formation? Seizing luck?" Mu Zixian felt extremely ridiculous, "Are they all crazy?!"
"Whether you believe it or not, there are indeed some incredible powers in this world." Yuan Chu patiently explained, "Young Master Jinxiu has strong luck, but is weak in strength. He is the best prey for some evil people. They use evil magic. , peel off Young Master Jin Xiu’s soul, and then share his luck until his life span is exhausted.”
A living person is treated like a captive animal, allowing others to take whatever they want.
Mu Zixian couldn't believe what this child had gone through.
Yuan Chu added: "Young Master Jin Xiu has been imprisoned here for more than four years. His soul is separated, his mind is incomplete, and he cannot take care of himself."
More than four years…
Mu Zixian was so angry that his nails dug into his flesh.
"I'm going to take him out of here!" He gritted his teeth, "I'm going to take those people from the He family to court!!!"
He originally thought that abandoning this child was the most extreme thing they had done, but who knew that they were even more crazy than he imagined.
"Have you forgotten what happened today?" Yuanchu reminded, "You were knocked down and almost died inexplicably. Do you think you can deal with them through normal means?"
Mu Zixian's face turned livid, remembering the dangers not long ago and realizing the danger involved. The opponent's invisible means of killing people are hard to guard against, so I'm afraid they can only seek help from experts.
Suddenly, Mu Zixian raised his head and looked at Yuan Chu steadily.
"Can you help me?"
The same expectant look as He Jinxiu's made Yuanchu couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"I can't help directly, but I can introduce a few masters to you." Yuanchu could protect them from harm, but he couldn't deal with those people personally.
"That's enough!" Mu Zixian has already contacted his people and will arrive in two days.
After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Can Jin Xiu return to normal?"
"Okay." Yuan Chu affirmed.
"That's good." Mu Zixian's expression softened slightly, he sat beside the bed, gently held the boy's hand, and solemnly promised, "Jin Xiu, don't worry, my uncle will definitely help you seek justice!"
He thought his sister would live a happy life, but he didn't expect that she would die inexplicably.
He must investigate the cause of death of his sister and brother-in-law. If the borrowing of luck is true, then their deaths may not be accidental.
At this moment, a dark wind suddenly rose from all around, forming a whirlwind and sweeping towards Mu Zixian.
Mu Zixian stood there blankly, not knowing why.
He Guigui roared angrily, and the ghost energy surged like a wave, washing away the sinister wind.
"Poof!" In a certain hotel, a thin man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He instantly aged by more than ten years, and the wooden doll in his hand exploded into pieces.
"What's going on?" Mu Zixian had no idea that he had just walked through the gate of hell again.
"It's okay." Yuan Chu replied lightly.
It was also unlucky for the head-dropping master to try again after failing once. He Guigui may be helpless outside, but within the scope of the villa, any magic attack can be rebounded and the effect will be doubled.
A murderous intention went as quickly as it came.
After staying in the villa for two hours, Mu Zixian, who had been awake all night, had to leave until the sky turned white.
"Wait a moment." Yuanchu took out a pen and paper, "Let's play Pen Fairy with us once before we leave."
Mu Zixian: "?"
He Guigui:
He Jinxiu: m（゜?゜）m
A few minutes later, Yuanchu, He Jinxiu, and Mu Zixian sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding a pencil between their fingers.
"Bixian Bixian, you are my life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper." A soft voice echoed in the room, and He Guigui and Mu Zixian had the same confused expression on their faces. , why did you suddenly start playing Bixian
The pencil drew a twisted circle on the paper.
"Bixian Bixian, are you willing to protect Mr. Mu Zixian?" Yuanchu continued.
He Guigui:? ?
Mu Zixian:? ?
He Jinxiu: m（゜▽ ゜）d
Seeing that Pencil didn't respond, Yuan Chu asked again.
The pencil hesitantly circled "yes."
Yuanchu: "So, are you willing to share some of your luck with Mr. Mu Zixian?"
He Guigui had some idea and responded quickly this time.
"Miss Yuan, what are you doing?" Mu Zixian looked at the pencil in his hand in surprise, and then at Yuan Chu across from him.
Yuan Chu did not answer his question and continued: "If you agree, please write your name in the blank space of the paper."
The pencil strokes neatly wrote the three words "He, Jin, Xiu".
Mu Zixian stared at these words blankly, and then for some reason, tears fell without warning.
That child is here, in another form.
"Okay, if you want to leave, please exit the paper."
"Wait a minute." Mu Zixian quickly stopped him, "Is Bi Xian Jin Xiu? Tell him that uncle is sorry for him and I should come back to see you earlier. I hope you don't blame me."
The pencil moved slowly but surely to the word "no".
Mu Zixian covered his mouth, crying and laughing, like a fool, his elegant image completely gone.
He Guigui: [You are forty years old, but you are still like an immature young man.]
He complained with a look of disdain, but he slowly raised his hand and put it on Mu Zixian's shoulder, but his eyes were always looking at Yuan Chu, as if this action was just a self-conscious operation of his arm.
Mu Zixian looked at He Jinxiu gently, his eyes full of emotion.
After the Bixian game was over, Yuan Chu folded the white paper with He Jinxiu's name on it and handed it to Mu Zixian: "Take it close to you and don't let it leave you three meters away. It can protect you from evil magic. "
Mu Zixian carefully put away the paper charm without doubting its efficacy.
Drawing talismans is one of the correct ways to use this lucky child. All the people close to him can be blessed by him, but some people want to kill the goose to get the eggs.
Words are the best medium for transmitting power. In his soul state, the effect of drawing symbols is even better, including the test papers he has done before. If ordinary students get them, becoming a top student will not be a dream.
While it was still dark, Yuan Chu drove Mu Zixian back to the hotel and recommended several masters to him, all of whom were well-known and decent people in the metaphysical world.
"Thank you." Mu Zixian thanked him seriously before leaving. Not only because she saved his life, but also because of her help and care for Jin Xiu.
"No need." Yuanchu waved his hand and left in the dust.
On the other side, He Mingyuan also received the news that the head-down master was seriously injured, and was shocked.
"Mu Zixian has an expert by his side." The head-dropping master said harshly, "Now that we have alerted the enemy, if you want to kill him, you must give me more money."
He Mingyuan was naturally unwilling, but he was frightened by the methods of the head-dropping master and could not let Mu Zixian continue to live, so he finally gritted his teeth and agreed.
After paying the head-officer, He Mingyuan eagerly wanted him to do something dirty, but what he was waiting for was the news that he had fled abroad.
Head-dropping Master: He is not stupid if he wants to die even though he knows he is outmatched! The right choice for an excellent head-dropper is to make a fortune and leave.
He Mingyuan was so angry that he had no choice but to go back and find Qiu Zhen.
Qiu Zhen was very dissatisfied with his distrust and said coldly: "I don't know if there are experts around Mu Zixian, but I am sure that there must be experts around your nephew."
The author has something to say: Bixian: After brushing up on math and doing test papers, I have another skill: drawing symbols.