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After making all the preparations, the Ancient Sorcerer raised the Copper Coin and said to Zhao Weiru:
"I am going to hang this around your neck."
"Okay."
Zhao Weiru nodded. There was a table between them, so she leaned forward towards the Ancient Sorcerer for convenience.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the Ancient Sorcerer standing still for a while, Zhao Weiru became curious. However, she quickly realized the reason.
She was wearing a slightly loose t-shirt tonight, and when she leaned forward, it revealed a glimpse of her figure.
It was no wonder the Ancient Sorcerer couldn't help but notice.
Zhao Weiru's face turned red, and she quickly sat up straight.
"Uh... I'll put it on for you from behind."
The Ancient Sorcerer forced a smile, as if nothing had happened, and stood up to walk behind Zhao Weiru.
"Mm."
Regaining her composure, Zhao Weiru tied up her hair.
The Ancient Sorcerer couldn't help but be momentarily distracted; after she tied up her hair, Zhao Weiru revealed her swan-like neck, which glowed with an ivory-like translucence even under the moonlight.
What caught the attention of the Ancient Sorcerer was her collarbone:
Two slender and elongated bones slanted upward from beneath the neck to the shoulders, with clear and straight lines. The hollows formed near the shoulders resembled shallow spoons, complemented by the full and rounded shoulders, outlining an incredibly seductive silhouette.
After a while, Zhao Weiru noticed that the Ancient Sorcerer was just standing quietly without making any move, and couldn't help but ask:
"What’s wrong?"
"I'm just figuring out how to put this on you conveniently."
The Ancient Sorcerer’s face turned red; she was secretly grateful to be standing behind Zhao Weiru, otherwise it would have been embarrassing to be seen. Regaining her composure, the Ancient Sorcerer reached out to hang the Copper Coin around Zhao Weiru's neck.
"What were you really doing behind me just now? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"
The Ancient Sorcerer, who had just sat back down in front of Zhao Weiru, was startled. However, there was no way she would admit to staring at her collarbone non-stop. She quickly replied, "I... I wasn't doing anything. I was just putting the Copper Coin on you."
Zhao Weiru found it both amusing and exasperating, pointing at herself in front of her.
The Ancient Sorcerer blushed again, unsure of what to say. There was a basin of clear water in front of Zhao Weiru; her earlier "lewdness" while standing behind her must have been discovered—after all, she had placed the water there herself.
"This... I couldn't help myself..."
"Pfft!"
Yue Weiru couldn't help but laugh. At that moment, the Ancient Sorcerer looked like a child caught stealing cookies, her expression was simply too funny.
"Never mind, I'm not mad at you."
If it were another man staring like this, Zhao Weiru would have been angry long ago. However, at this moment, she realized that she felt no anger at all; if she had to say anything, it was just a bit of shyness, and even a little happiness and pride in her heart: this shows that I still have a strong charm.
"Then let's get started."
The Ancient Sorcerer just wanted to finish this quickly; staying with Zhao Weiru any longer might lead to other awkward situations. It was impossible not to be moved when facing a beautiful woman radiating allure.
"Okay."
Zhao Weiru nodded, sitting up straight. Her appearance was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, which made the Ancient Sorcerer's heart skip a beat. He quickly composed himself and said, "Open your eyes, as wide as you can."
"No problem."
Zhao Weiru made an effort to widen her eyes.
"Good, look into my eyes."
After adjusting his height so that his eyes were level with Zhao Weiru's, the Ancient Sorcerer leaned closer to her.
"What exactly does he want to do? Why is he getting so close? And even closer?! Almost touching noses!"
Zhao Weiru watched as the Ancient Sorcerer's face came nearer. If she hadn't promised earlier to let him see her eyes, she would have definitely backed away by now.
A faint blush slowly crept up Zhao Weiru's delicate face, eventually reaching her earlobes and neck, even starting to "spread" towards her chest. Her body felt increasingly warm; she could even feel the warm breath of the Ancient Sorcerer.
"He is quite handsome."
The two were too close together. Zhao Weiru noticed that the Ancient Sorcerer had sharp eyebrows, large expressive eyes, a straight and prominent nose, and a strong jawline. His tall and muscular physique made him undeniably an attractive man.
"Focus, look into my eyes."
"Oh, okay."
Zhao Weiru's face flushed even more as she realized she had zoned out, her gaze drifting down to the Ancient Sorcerer's chest—where the fabric was stretched tightly, faintly revealing the shape of broad and powerful muscles.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Weiru looked into the Ancient Sorcerer's eyes.
"Hey~~~"
Suddenly, a thunderous sound echoed in her ears, and Zhao Weiru felt as if her brain was vibrating with a "buzz," followed by the sensation that the Ancient Sorcerer's eyes were like whirlpools, drawing her already blurred consciousness in.
"What... just happened to me?"
"Look here."
The Ancient Sorcerer did not answer Zhao Weiru but pointed to the Basin, then slowly submerged the Copper Coin in the water, beginning to sway it rhythmically.
Zhao Weiru's attention was immediately captured. She noticed that the water in front of her began to ripple gently, then surprisingly transformed into a figure, initially faint and then becoming clearer.
"Ah!"
Zhao Weiru exclaimed as she realized that the figure on the water's surface was actually herself!
The Ancient Sorcerer seemed not to hear Zhao Weiru's exclamation; his right hand gently tugged at the Copper Coin submerged in the water, causing it to shake more rapidly as the figure gradually moved forward.
A Tomb suddenly appeared, with a pile of fire beside it, the flames cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.
A figure stood by the campfire, with a red cord tied around its head and wearing a seven-colored Beast Skin. Its withered hands and feet had no flesh, and there were bone needles piercing through them.
"Witch!"
The Ancient Sorcerer was stunned; he immediately recognized who this old man was.
A witch, it must be a witch!
His hand trembled as he tugged at his hair. The surface of the water rippled, and a small snake suddenly slithered out from the Tomb, then crawled into Zhao Weiru's nostrils!
"So that's how it is."
The Ancient Sorcerer released his grip on his hair; he already understood what had happened.
"This is what happened to me?"
The Basin had returned to normal, with a clear surface of water showing no signs of anything unusual, but Zhao Weiru was dumbfounded.
If this is true, it's too incredible!
"This is what happened to you. That old man is a witch, and the Black Snake that slithered out from the Tomb is the same one you vomited out."
"The strange sounds you heard that night were made by the witch. After luring you over, he performed a spell to let the Black Snake enter your body. The purpose was to control you—once the Black Snake gradually invaded your brain, you would listen to its commands; whatever it told you to do, you would do."
The Ancient Sorcerer was secretly shocked as well. Some witchcraft could manipulate a person's spirit; summoning souls, curses, and poisons could all achieve this. The Black Snake was cultivated by the witch using a special form of sorcery that harnessed Ghostly Energy from the Tomb.
"Is it really possible? Can it truly be done?"
Zhao Weiru looked at the Ancient Sorcerer in disbelief. Could such things really exist in this world?
The Ancient Sorcerer smiled and said, "Weren't you crazy before? Didn't you vomit out a Black Snake? If those words don't convince you, do you know when I took the Copper Coin off your neck?"
Looking at the Copper Coin in the Basin, Zhao Weiru was stunned. This Copper Coin had previously been hung around her neck by the Ancient Sorcerer!
Cold sweat broke out instantly!
"Is it really possible to do that?"
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded heavily and said, "Yes!"
Since sorcery has been passed down for thousands of years, with sorcerers fighting or becoming national advisors throughout different dynasties, how could it be dismissed as mere superstition?
In fact, with a great Diviner, just a Copper Coin and a few strands of hair, the Ancient Sorcerer could "see" what had happened to Zhao Weiru. That alone was enough proof!
The night was already deep. The Ancient Sorcerer had gone back to his room to sleep, leaving Zhao Weiru sitting foolishly under the grape trellis. She felt like her brain had "short-circuited"; the impact was just too overwhelming.
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