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Ancient Sorcerer turned around and found a young woman standing behind him.
She had a tall, slender body with a narrow waist that still exuded strength. Her hips were pear-shaped and lifted, creating a perky silhouette. What caught the eye even more were her long legs, which gave off an impression of standing out from the crowd.
She was dressed in military attire, presenting an air of elegance and vigor.
“Miao, why are you speaking like that?”
Fang Daoming said in a low voice, then turned to Ancient Sorcerer: “Ancient Sorcerer, I apologize. This is my granddaughter. You know how soldiers can be a bit straightforward.”
Fang Miao seemed not to hear her grandfather's words and walked directly in front of Ancient Sorcerer, saying, “What gives you the right?!”
Even a clay figurine has its stubbornness. If the first question directed at Ancient Sorcerer was somewhat restrained for the sake of Jiu Ye and Fang Daoming, this time he was not inclined to be so accommodating.
“Hmph! What gives me the right? Just the fact that if I don’t take action, your grandfather will undoubtedly die within three months!”
Fang Miao could hardly believe that Ancient Sorcerer would say such a thing. After a moment of shock, her face turned pale with fear, and she forgot about arguing with Ancient Sorcerer, repeatedly asking, “What? Three months? What do you mean by that?”
Seeing Fang Miao react this way, Ancient Sorcerer’s anger subsided slightly. He understood that her earlier words were likely driven by concern for Fang Daoming’s illness.
“Is there any way to treat it?”
Ancient Sorcerer looked toward the source of the voice and noticed someone walking out of the Small Building. The person appeared to be over sixty years old, with silver hair and an exceptionally vibrant demeanor, their face rosy like that of an infant.
A member of the Heaven and Earth Society? A shaman?
The gaze of the Ancient Sorcerer swept over the waist of the other person, where a pouch was hanging, embroidered with He Xian Gu, Jade Ruyi, and Triangle Talisman.
Most people know that He Xian Gu is one of the Eight Immortals, but very few are aware that her true identity is actually that of a witch. Since the late Qing Dynasty, some secret societies, particularly the Heaven and Earth Society, have often worshipped images of He Xian Gu, believing that it can bring them mysterious powers.
Knowing this background, as soon as the Ancient Sorcerer saw the pouch, he could roughly guess the identity of the other person.
"Did you not send out a talisman?"
Du Quan was stunned, his eyes wide as he looked at the Ancient Sorcerer.
The Ancient Sorcerer was not mistaken; Du Quan was indeed a member of the Heaven and Earth Society. However, at this moment, he was wide-eyed in surprise.
A code or jargon is a language with special significance used within certain small groups or organizations. Generally speaking, outsiders cannot understand it. This young man before him did not look like a member of the Heaven and Earth Society at all; how could he possibly understand such jargon?
"This... drawing in yellow is useless."
Du Quan's statement also used jargon; among those who "understand," it would be easier to communicate.
Fang Miao was dumbfounded; she had no idea what was being said. Just as she was about to speak, she was silenced by a glare from Fang Daoming.
In fact, Fang Daoming was also quite surprised. Du Quan was someone he had met years ago while fighting bandits in the Wanshan Mountains—a shaman from a tribe. This time, when he fell ill with a strange disease and had no other options, he had someone bring Du Quan to him. Although he did not cure him, he successfully alleviated his immense suffering. This demonstrated Du Quan's abilities. Now that the Ancient Sorcerer was conversing with him and using jargon only "insiders" would know, it gave him a glimmer of hope.
The term "send out a talisman" refers to delivering a charm, while "drawing in yellow" means "drawing talismans." The Ancient Sorcerer was asking Du Quan if he had used talismans to treat Fang Daoming's illness, and Du Quan's response indicated that he had drawn talismans but they were ineffective.
The Ancient Sorcerer furrowed his brows tightly, as he "saw" a mass of black energy in Fang Daoming's abdomen, within which a glimmer of golden light seemed to be wriggling.
"There must be something inside, and it should be alive. Could it be the Golden Silkworm?"
This thought that popped into his mind startled the Ancient Sorcerer as well. The so-called "marriage gold egg" actually refers to a type of poison, which has different names in various dynasties. The Golden Silkworm during the Song Dynasty referred to a kind of sorcery.
According to the Iron Enclosure Mountain Conversations, the highest occurrence of the Golden Silkworm was in Shu, which is present-day Sichuan. Later, it also appeared in the regions of Hunan and Hubei, referring to a type of poisonous insect. Because the armed storm resembles a silkworm and is golden in color, it was called the Golden Silkworm. Once someone discovered this poisonous insect, they would use it to poison others' food and drink, allowing them to seize property after the poisoning took effect.
"This could be the poison of the Golden Silkworm!"
The Ancient Sorcerer's words immediately changed Du Quan's expression, who said, "It enters the body, gnaws at the intestines and stomach, and exits completely like a corpse worm?!"
"What? What are you all talking about?"
Ma Miao shouted loudly. She couldn't understand what the Ancient Sorcerer meant by Golden Silkworm, but she clearly heard Du Quan's words, which implied that something enters a person's belly and eats through their intestines before crawling out, just like corpse worms—those insects that grow from decaying bodies. She had seen such disgusting things many times during her missions—usually! And such a thing could very likely happen to her grandfather; how could she remain calm?
"Yes, I think it's very likely this thing."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded gently, staring at the glimmer of golden light within Fang Daoming's black energy, increasingly convinced that his judgment was correct.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on here!"
Fang Miao suddenly rushed out from behind Fang Daoming and lunged towards the Ancient Sorcerer, reaching for his neck.
"Hmph!"
The Ancient Sorcerer sneered, raising a hand to block Fang Miao's arm, then shifting his body to the side and crashing his shoulder into her.
Fang Miao was startled; her right hand couldn't retract in time, but she was no ordinary person. Her left hand shot out like lightning to seal the attack. However, the force of the Ancient Sorcerer's collision was too great. Although she managed to block it, she was still sent flying like a sandbag with a loud "bang," stumbling back several steps before finally regaining her balance.
Fang Daoming was taken aback. Fang Miao was someone he had trained himself, and her skills were solid; in unarmed combat, she could hold her own against soldiers and special forces alike. But it was clear that the Ancient Sorcerer was superior. He even sensed a killing intent emanating from the Sorcerer's eyes!
"What are you doing? Step aside!"
"Grandpa, he..."
Fang Miao hadn't expected to be thrown into such a predicament by the Ancient Sorcerer's strike. Now, hearing her grandfather's reprimand, a wave of grievance surged within her, and her eyes immediately turned red.
"Miss Fang, if you want me to save your grandfather, don't move."
The Ancient Sorcerer's words were like knives, showing no mercy to Fang Miao. Yet she felt utterly powerless, her chest heaving violently, and her pretty face turned pale.
"Hmph! Grandpa's illness is more important. Once he's better, just wait and see how I deal with you!"
Fang Miao silently vowed that once her grandfather's illness was cured, she would definitely give the Ancient Sorcerer a piece of her mind!
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