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"Dad, Jin Pu Daozhang has arrived."
Peng Zhong brought in a person dressed in a Taoist robe.
"Jin Pu Daozhang, hello, please have a seat."
Peng Tian quickly stood up. Ever since his discussion with Ancient Sorcerer fell through, he had visited several hospitals, but none could determine what illness he had. What tormented him even more was that every night at eleven o'clock sharp, he would suffer an episode that felt like being whipped mercilessly.
He gradually realized that he must have encountered something strange, and consulting regular doctors was of no use. Thus, he leveraged many connections to find the current Jin Pu Daozhang, who was said to be quite skilled in exorcising evil spirits and had resolved many bizarre incidents.
"Ah, Mr. Peng, no need to be polite."
Jin Pu looked at Peng Tian standing before him and continued, "Your complexion shows signs of blood deficiency; it seems you've encountered quite a troublesome situation."
"Daoist Jin, you are absolutely right. This time, I am counting on you to save me."
Any patient would show signs of blood deficiency; Jin Pu was merely making a polite remark. He did not expect such a strong reaction from Peng Tian.
"Don't worry, I will do my utmost."
Peng Tian was not foolish; he knew he needed to offer something substantial. Otherwise, no matter how sweetly Jin Pu spoke, he wouldn't genuinely exert himself.
"One million. If Jin Pu Daozhang can cure me, I am willing to pay one million."
Jin Pu's eyes lit up. Although he had some fame, the most he had ever received for a case was only 100,000, yet Peng Tian was offering one million right off the bat.
"Then Mr. Peng, please describe your situation to me so I can see how to treat it. Rest assured, I will definitely be able to cure you."
"Well..."
The situation was quite complex and rather bizarre; even the person involved, Peng Tian, wasn't sure how to describe it.
"Dad, time is running out. Why not let Jin Pu Daozhang take a look? That way, he'll understand immediately."
The words of his son made Peng Tian's body tremble a few times; the time was indeed drawing near. Just thinking about that kind of pain made him wish he could faint immediately.
"Alright... then let the Daoist take a look."
As night deepened, the villa fell silent; even the sound of a needle dropping on the floor could be heard.
Peng Tian and Peng Zhong both stared at the large clock on the wall, the hour hand slowly pointing to eleven o'clock.
In contrast to the tension of the two, Jin Pu sat calmly at the table, leisurely sipping tea.
"This tea is indeed a good thing; it seems that wealthy people are different."
Jin Pu was in a very good mood; it looked like he was going to make a fortune this time. As for Peng Tian's illness, he didn't take it too seriously. With his skills in talismans, even if the other party was possessed by a ghost, he had ways to deal with it.
"Ah!!!!!!!"
A sudden scream pierced through the air, startling Jin Pu. He could no longer hold onto the teacup in his hand, which crashed onto the table with a loud bang, scalding water splashing onto his hand, causing him to grimace in pain.
But at that moment, he couldn't care less and quickly turned to look at Peng Tian. Upon seeing him, his face turned pale instantly, and a chill ran down his spine straight to his scalp.
Peng Tian, who had been perfectly fine just moments ago, now had blood-red eyes, and his clothes were torn open, revealing a bloody mark. What shocked Jin Pu even more was that this time there were four bloody holes in the mark, dark red blood continuously oozing out.
"Bang!"
Before Jin Pu could react, another sound of air being torn apart echoed in the room, followed by another scream from Peng Tian as a new bloody mark appeared on his body!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Peng Tian trembled, the immense pain causing him to lose his balance and collapse to the ground, gasping for breath like a broken bellows. The sweat pouring from him had already soaked his clothes completely.
"All around! And... one more."
As soon as Peng Tian finished muttering to himself, a sound like a "silk" echoed in the air, and then a bloody mark suddenly appeared on his body!
"Ah... ugh..."
Sweat beads the size of soybeans popped out on Peng Tian's forehead, and veins bulged like small worms. At first, he screamed in agony, but by the end, it turned into cries— it was just too painful!
After an unknown amount of time, Peng Tian slowly crawled up from the ground and staggered toward the mirror.
"Ah~~~ damn it!"
Under the bright white light, Peng Tian saw in the mirror a thick blood mark extending down from the center of his face to below his abdomen, as if he had been "split" in half!
"Jin... Jin Pu Daozhang, what... what happened to my dad?"
Although it wasn't the first time he had seen it, every time he looked at Peng Zhong, he was terrified to the point that his legs trembled and his teeth chattered; this situation was just too bizarre.
"Huh..."
Jin Pu had also been stunned; it was only when Peng Zhong called out that he snapped back to reality and murmured, "A curse, this is a curse, it's witchcraft. This is serious trouble."
"A curse? Witchcraft?"
A look of confusion appeared in Peng Zhong's eyes as he realized he couldn't understand what this Taoist priest was saying.
"Whoa~~~~ Young Master Peng, I still have some matters to attend to at my temple. I must take my leave."
The confident expression on Jin Pu's face had long vanished; Peng Tian's condition far exceeded his imagination. He knew that whoever cast the curse was definitely a master—someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
If you can't provoke it, then you have to avoid it. Jin Pu immediately decided not to get involved in this matter. One million is a lot, but you need to have a life to spend it.
Peng Zhong saw this and became anxious, grabbing Jin Pu's hand and saying, "Daoist, you can't just stand by and do nothing!"
"It's not that I won't help, but that I can't help!"
Jin Pu's eyes shifted, realizing he couldn't leave immediately; otherwise, his reputation would be ruined. This matter had to be pushed onto Peng Tian.
"Jin Pu Daozhang... what do you mean by that?"
Peng Tian gasped for breath as he struggled to approach.
"You must have offended someone for them to go this far. In my opinion, you should comply with that person's demands as soon as possible."
Having traveled the world for many years, Jin Pu knew that there weren't many sorcerers with such abilities. These people definitely weren't short on money, so Peng Tian must have provoked someone he shouldn't have, leading to this outcome.
"Hmph! I didn't offend him; I just didn't give him the three million I promised! What's so great about a brain hemorrhage? He wants six million? Didn't I give it to him later? But he still wants me to donate several billion!"
The torment over the past few days had driven Peng Tian mad, and he suddenly began shouting frantically.
"Sigh~~~~ You shouldn't have promised the money if you weren't going to pay it. If you had paid it, then there would be no problem. Honestly speaking, six hundred thousand isn't expensive for a blood clot in the brain; I think Mr. Peng knows that too."
Peng Tian fell silent for a moment and then howled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, saying:
"I don't care! Let's put it this way, Jin Pu Daozhang: if you can cure me, I'm willing to give you ten million!"
"Hmph! Mr. Peng, you can't blame others for this. First, you were arrogant and then promised someone money but refused to pay it, which led to this situation. This is cause and effect."
Jin Pu swallowed hard.
Ten million!
Ten million is not just ten dollars!
He wanted to nod, but he didn't dare. The situation with Peng Tian was too strange; he felt he couldn't handle the person who practiced witchcraft.
Although ten million is a lot, what use is it if you don't have your life? So he could only refuse.
"Hmph! What karma and retribution! What karma and retribution exists in this world!?"
Peng Tian's face twisted as he shouted, "A few hundred million, is my money not worth anything? Jin Pu Daozhang, if you can't help, then introduce someone else. Don't worry, the commission won't be less for you."
Jin Pu's face flushed red. Peng Tian was clearly saying that he had no ability—although it was true that he didn't dare to get involved in this matter, it shouldn't be said directly to his face. It was a slap in the face!
Suddenly standing up, Jin Pu said:
"It’s not that I can’t do it; it’s that it’s not appropriate. Mr. Peng, you should listen to my advice and do as that person says. Goodbye."
Watching Jin Daozhang leave in anger, Peng Tian's mind went blank, and he stood there dumbfounded.
...
In front of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital in Guanghai City, a temporary platform was set up. The platform was covered with a red carpet, and a table was placed in the center with microphones and recording devices from various television stations. Below the stage, many cameras were set up.
"Today, Mr. Peng Tian, chairman of Heaven and Earth Group, has donated a generous sum of three hundred million yuan to our city's Maternal and Child Health Hospital for improving the hospital's medical equipment and infrastructure. On behalf of the hospital and all citizens of Guanghai City, I would like to express our heartfelt gratitude to Mr. Peng Tian for his generosity! Now, let us invite Mr. Peng Tian to the stage to give a speech!"
Shi Zimin was in high spirits; as the director, he represented the hospital in accepting this large donation from Heaven and Earth Group. This was three hundred million yuan, and the funds were already in place. If handled well, it would definitely lead to great opportunities—this was the main reason for his excellent mood.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor as Peng Tian to contribute to the healthcare of Guanghai City..."
Watching Peng Tian on stage, the Ancient Sorcerer smiled and said to Gu Fei standing next to him, "Peng Tian looks radiant; it seems doing good deeds really can invigorate a person. It seems all ailments have disappeared."
Gu Fei rolled his eyes at the Ancient Sorcerer and said, "Radiant? I think he's furious, and his heart must be bleeding!"
"Ha ha! Sister, you are judging a gentleman with the mindset of a petty person. I think Peng Tian is quite noble..."
"Enough."
Gu Fei interrupted the Ancient Sorcerer. Whether Peng Tian was willing or noble, she still didn't know. The Ancient Sorcerer was being quite hypocritical.
"By the way, how did you make Peng Tian submit?"
Someone like Peng Tian, wealthy and capable, was completely at the mercy of the Ancient Sorcerer without any temper. This time, he even donated three hundred million. Gu Fei was very curious about this.
"Well, that's a secret, I can't say."
The Ancient Sorcerer shook her head vigorously. The methods she used on Peng Tian were too bizarre; there was no need to explain them to Gu Fei.
"Really not going to say?"
"Not even if you beat me."
...
(Everyone, today is the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year. I wish you all a Happy New Year, good health, and may all your wishes come true!)
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