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Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking echoed from the office door.
Who could it be at this early hour?
The Black Cripple grimaced as he went to open the door.
It was a familiar face—Guan Jintang!
However, at that moment, Guan Jintang looked quite disheveled.
His clothes were tattered, his complexion was ashen, and there were large, purplish spots on his neck.
The Black Cripple covered his nose and said, "Guan Boss, where did you come from? Why do you smell so bad?"
"Please, Master, save me!" Guan Jintang cried out in despair.
"What happened to you? Come in, come in!" The Black Cripple frowned.
Guan Boss usually had a decisive demeanor; how could he be in such a sorry state today?
"He must have been cursed!" Zuo Ci stretched lazily and remarked.
"Please, Fang Master, save me!" Seeing Zuo Ci was like seeing a lifeline for Guan Jintang, who quickly knelt down.
"I can help with the curse, but if it’s about dealing with the aftermath, that will cost extra!" Zuo Ci grinned.
"This has to do with half of my fortune!" Guan Jintang carefully handed over an HSBC card to Zuo Ci and said solemnly, "If it’s not enough, Master, feel free to ask for more. As long as I can survive, that’s all that matters!"
"That’s enough!" Zuo Ci hadn’t even spoken yet when the Black Cripple was already grinning from ear to ear.
"The Richest Man in Tongcheng has assets like this? You must have at least a dozen small targets!"
"In the next life, I’ll have enough to eat and drink without worry!"
What more bicycles do you need?
"Rest assured, Boss Guan!"
Zuo Ci said with a smile, "You've been cursed with Shi Yan. If you can't break it within seven days, you'll face Shi Sha. It seems the other party wants you dead!"
Hui Xian Men!
Guan Jintang's expression darkened. "These guys can't beat me in a fair fight, so they resort to underhanded tactics. Using Evil Arts to take lives, then buying back the victims' companies at a low price. They've clearly mastered this trick!"
Shi Yan is just a minor issue!
Zuo Ci smiled and said, "That San Que Gong has methods that are clearly more than just this!"
Knock, knock, knock.
The door was knocked again, this time with a slow and deliberate rhythm, as if the knocker was mechanical in their precision.
Black Cripple gritted his teeth and opened the door.
Standing outside was a hunched old man.
The old man's face was ashen, covered in dark purple spots, and his body emanated a strong stench.
Such a thick smell of decay—was this a corpse?
Black Cripple instinctively covered his mouth and nose.
Shi Yan, using Corpse Oil heated to Huang Mu Ye, which is associated with Yin energy from the locust tree and has the effect of hiding souls and calming spirits.
This curse was prepared in advance and placed on your doorframe. As soon as you step out and come into contact with Corpse Oil and Huang Mu Ye, it would fall upon your forehead, completing the curse.
Dao Ming Yan and Shi Yan are essentially dual Yan Shu.
Corpse Oil's host must be this Old Man; quite an impressive technique!
Zuo Ci chuckled, "If it weren't for Black Cripple opening the door just now but instead you, your Three Souls and Seven Spirits would have been taken away by the other party, causing your soul to scatter and your life to end."
A cold sweat broke out on Guan Jintang's back.
Records of Lu Ban Technique state that anyone who employs dual curses must have their Shaman skills perfected to the level of Zhen Ren!
Zuo Ci looked at the corpse still maintaining its knocking posture at the door, his eyes flickering with a hint of coldness.
In the early morning, there came a knock at the door, a harbinger of misfortune. That so-called San Que Gong was truly arrogant.
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