"Let go of my hand!" I was already extremely anxious, but Xie Wanhua still held my hand tightly, "Xie Wanhua, if you don't let go, I won't be polite!"
"No! I can't let you destroy my sister's belongings!" Xie Wanhua's eyes were covered with a layer of mist.
"Old Du, if you don't stop me, I'll beat her up!" I knew now was not the time to be gentle with women, and I didn't have time to explain anything to Xie Wanhua. If she didn't let go, I would have to shake her off first.
Lao Du also became anxious: "Xiaohua, let go of your hand first..."
When Lao Du came over to persuade Xie Wanhua, a wisp of green smoke suddenly came out of the diary under my left hand, and a faint spark appeared on the corner of the paper.
In a panic, I loosened my right hand and let the dagger fall to the table. My left hand then moved up, grabbed the handle, turned the blade, and stabbed it into the header of the diary. My right hand broke away from Xie Wanhua, then sank down to hold down the footer. My left hand suddenly moved up and cut off the header of the diary.
As soon as my blade crossed the diary, the page suddenly burst into a dark green flame. The moment the dazzling flame shot straight into the air, I followed with my backhand palm, suppressed the leaping flame and slapped it down onto the table.
As my palm hit the table with a dull thud, green flames rolled out from my palm and spread around. The clinic, which was originally as bright as day, was suddenly stained with a strange, miserable green.
Xie Wanhua screamed at this time: "Wu Zhao, you destroyed my sister's relics!"
"You'd better not interfere when I'm doing something!" I snorted coldly and raised my hand, revealing the diary with a corner of it already burned.
Although the corners of that page of the diary were burned, the main content was still preserved intact.
Xie Wanhua stammered, "What...what's going on? I clearly saw..."
I said in a deep voice, "I'll tell you again, what you know is not even the tip of the iceberg. No matter what I do, you'd better not get in the way."
Xie Wanhua argued: "I just want to save..."
I interrupted her before she finished speaking: "I will be responsible for everything I do. However, there are some things that you cannot be responsible for. You'd better understand what I mean."
"You are making up stories!" Xie Wanhua said sternly, "If I really let you destroy the diary, how will you be responsible? Can you change the diary back?"
"Alright!" Lao Du hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "We are all here for the case, so let's all take a step back! Xiao Wu, what's going on with the diary?"
"Someone has put a ban on the diary." I took the dagger again, pressed the edge of the blade against the header of another diary page, and gently plucked it horizontally. Soon, a piece of paper only one or two centimeters wide was plucked off with the knife, and a hair stuck between the paper and the diary appeared in front of us.
Lao Du was surprised and asked, "What is this?"
I pressed my hair with a dagger and whispered, "I dare not draw any conclusions yet. Do you have a microscope here? Or a high-power magnifying glass will do."
"I have it here." Xie Wanhua took out a magnifying glass from the clinic and handed it to me.
After I put the hair under the lens, a string of strange symbols soon appeared on it: "It is indeed a curse. Lao Du, was your late wife a master of magic?"
"No, absolutely not!" Lao Du shook his head. "Wan Qiao's family is a scholarly family. My parents-in-law are both senior teachers. They are particularly disgusted with feng shui and destiny. She can't be a sorcerer."
I looked at Xie Wanhua, who also nodded and said, "Brother-in-law is right. My parents hate those things to the point of deep disgust, and even have complaints about religious people. My sister can't be a sorcerer, and it's impossible for her to learn those things."
"That's weird." I pointed at the hair and said, "This thing is called a hair curse. It's an extremely advanced secret technique that has always been passed down in the south, and few people in the north have dabbled in it. If my grandfather hadn't met a master of magic in the south in his early years, I wouldn't have thought it was a hair curse."
Although the word "spell" is called a spell, it is very different from the usual curse, and even completely different from it.
Many people know that people who are good at cursing can cast a spell through the hair, skin, blood, or even clothes of the target to kill them. As long as the master of the curse gets the target's hair, the target will definitely die. This kind of curse is also called the hair and skin curse.
To cast a spell, a Taoist master would refine a part of his body into a talisman. Simply put, the caster would use micro-carving to carve the spell on his hair, and use his own blood and qi to nourish the spell. After a long time, he could just pull out a strand of hair to cast a spell.
However, chanting spells is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also requires the practitioner to consume his energy and nourishment. Therefore, chanting spells is not a widely spread practice.
After listening to my explanation, Lao Du couldn't help but shook his head and said, "That's even more impossible. My father-in-law and mother-in-law are both from the north and have never left the Northeast. They don't have any relatives in the south, so it's impossible for Wan Qiao to have learned magic."
The inheritance of magic has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and it is not something that can be learned overnight. I studied for a full twelve years before I dared to become a master. If Lao Du's late wife had not practiced and cast spells since she was a child, it would be impossible for her to use the secret method so skillfully. Moreover, it is impossible for her to completely hide the process of her learning from others.
I still didn't give up and said, "Old Du, think about it carefully. Doesn't your wife look a little pale? At first glance, she looks a little sick, or weak, and she likes to bask in the sun?"
People who are good at chanting spells will appear to be sick at first glance because they need to expend a lot of their own energy.
"No." Lao Du said, "Although Wanqiao doesn't like sports very much, she is in good health and has never had the situation you described."
"That's weird! Where did these curses come from?" I pointed at the diary and said, "The curses in the diary are obviously to protect the contents recorded by Xie Wanqiao, and the method is very sophisticated, even to the point of one curse and three methods."
Generally speaking, a spell or rune can only focus on one function, otherwise its effect will be reduced. The more advanced the spell, the more single-minded its effect will be, and the stronger its power will be.
For example, amulets are used primarily to protect the body, followed by warding off evil spirits, and then for bringing good fortune and wealth. The more functions there are, the weaker the effect will be. This is why some people are haunted by ghosts even though they are wearing amulets.
But there are exceptions to everything. Some experts can use different methods to make the effects of runes and spells equal. Taking the amulet as an example, if an amulet has the three functions of protecting oneself, warding off evil spirits, and attracting wealth, and achieves a balance, then it can be called a top-grade or even top-grade item.
In Taoism, this type of talisman is called "one spell, two methods", "one spell, three methods", and so on.
I took the magnifying glass and shone it along the direction of the hair tip, then slowly explained to Lao Du and the others, "Look for yourselves, there are three runes engraved on this hair."
"The first is to confuse the outsiders, to make them forget what they saw."
"The second one is to shock the soul, which means to shock and intimidate. If you use spells like the Yin-Yang Eyes to forcibly check the diary like I did, ghosts and phantoms will appear on the diary, making people feel terrified and dare not touch the diary again."
I moved the magnifying glass to the end. "I can't tell what the last spell is. But, I guess it must mean that the negative pole will be reversed, or that the yin and yang will be exchanged. In other words, after the first two spells fail or are destroyed, the last spell will ignite the diary and burn it."
I said in a deep voice, "After I interrupted the curse on the previous page of the diary, the flames on the paper burned over a ruler. In fact, it was the Yin Fire generated by the collision of the Yin and Yang in the curse. It could not burn the diary. However, if I don't put out the flames, the Yin Fire might trigger the Yang Qi nearby to counterattack. Under the collision of Yin and Yang, the Yin Fire will certainly be dispelled, but the concentrated Yang Qi can ignite the diary. The other party really put a lot of thought into this design."
"No!" Xie Wanhua shook her head. "According to what you said, we must be in a place with abundant yang energy to trigger the conflict between yin and yang. How did the person who designed the spell know where we would read the diary?"
I pointed at Lao Du: "That person is on guard against him! Lao Du is a policeman. The police station nowadays is just like the government offices in ancient times, with two extremes. There must be a lot of yang energy inside and outside the court, and there is a lot of yin energy in the prison. If Lao Du takes the diary back to the police station to read it, it will definitely be burned."
"And..." I paused, "The other party also thought that Lao Du might ask a sorcerer for help. Lao Du is a stubborn person and would never ask an evil sorcerer for help. The sorcerers of the right path all carry magical instruments to ward off evil spirits, which are enough to cause a conflict between yin and yang."
I raised the money tied around my wrist and said, "It was this money that ignited the Yin energy."
I didn't wait for them to ask, and continued, "When I touched the second page of the diary, I used the knife to remove the first curse without touching the first two spells, and the curse broke by itself."
Xie Wanhua seemed to be muttering to herself, "My sister has such a sophisticated method? Impossible! But... who else would curse her diary besides her?"
"You guys take a look at the contents of the diary first..." I threw two pages of the diary to Lao Du, and then I opened the curses on the other three pages of the diary one by one. When I turned around, Lao Du was already in tears.
I took the diary and glanced at it. There was no specific content on it, just expressing her emotions. I could see that Xie Wanqiao was deeply anxious in her loneliness and longing.
Lao Du is a criminal policeman who is on the road all year round. I can understand Xie Wanqiao’s first two emotions, but where does her anxiety come from
I looked up at Xie Wanhua: "Why does your sister seem so worried?" (To be continued)