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Chapter 70 Death Spell

"Why is that?"

Lin Qian couldn't believe it. The curse was naturally related to that old witch, but he left after watching the battle end and the old woman commit suicide. Why did the master fall into the trap?
"Before the old witch died, she cursed with her own life. Mr. Wang can only attack but not defend. He is also the weakest of the four..."

Lin Zhen opened his mouth to explain, obviously he had inquired about it these days.

Suddenly, a gleam of joy flashed in Lin Qian's eyes, "So it's the Curse of Death, I have a way to break the curse!"

After hearing the elder brother's description, all the information about the Deadly Curse and the method of breaking it immediately appeared in Lin Qian's mind.

He couldn't help but become ecstatic. It really is true that there is no way out, and there is another village!

"You can't go!"

Lin Zhen still stood in front of Lin Qian.

"why?"

Lin Qian was puzzled, he felt that his eldest brother's reaction was very strange.

"Because of the Deadly Curse, only the Wu Clan can undo it!"

"But I can do it too!" Lin Qian, who was eager in his heart, didn't think too much. The experience in his mind told him that the Curse of Death is not difficult to solve!
All he wanted to do now was to rush to the palace and undo the curse for the master.

Lin Zhen shook his head, his younger brother was usually very smart, but now he was confused.

"Only witchcraft can undo the Death Curse, and only witches can practice witchcraft." He said again.

Lin Qian was taken aback, but now he understood.

Dagan and the Wu Clan are not incompatible. When the Dagan was strong, the Wu Clan even paid tribute and became a vassal state voluntarily. Even now, there are many exchanges between the two sides.

But the Wu Clan can never hold a high position in Dagan!
If Lin Qian reveals that he has the blood of the Wu clan, his future will be completely ruined. Even if he is talented, the imperial court will not reuse him.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!
And recently, the Wu tribe has repeatedly violated the frontier, and the relationship with Dagan is very tense.

However, Lin Qian did not hesitate for too long, and stepped forward firmly.

He doesn't care about fame and power at all. With his current background, he will definitely be able to become a high-grade Confucianism cultivator, and it may not be a good thing to be a Confucianist in the world.

"I won't let you go!"

Lin Zhen was also very firm, with endless grief in his eyes, "Mother was just like you back then..."

"And then they never came back..."

Lin Qian was stunned, his heart was shocked. This was the first time he had heard about his parents. For him, a traveler, he didn't have much affection for his parents who had never met, and he didn't even have anything about them. The memory, it seems, this seems to have a story.

But these can be discussed later, the matter of the master cannot be delayed.

"I must go!"

Lin Qian looked directly at his elder brother, firm and decisive.

The master treats him with great kindness, not to mention the future, even if it is a mountain of swords and seas of fire, he must go to save him, this is his bottom line in life!
The two brothers looked at each other for a long time.

Finally, Lin Zhen sighed and stepped aside, "Since you have decided, let's go!"

After finally living a stable life, who would want to die in exile?
But since Lin Qian insisted on making such a choice, he had no choice but to accept it!

【Life between heaven and earth, suddenly like a traveler】

Lin Qian felt as light as a swallow as his Qi ran, and his footsteps touched the ground lightly, and he appeared a few feet away in the next moment.

"Brother, will the second brother be okay?"

Looking at Lin Qian's running back, Lin Xinyun asked worriedly.

Lin Zhen stretched out his hand to ruffle the little girl's hair, and said with a smile, "It's different now, in Chang'an Mansion, no one can easily hurt us three brothers and sisters."

"It's a big deal, just kill it!"

……

When Lin Qian arrived at the palace, many people had gathered in Wang Zhuan's bedroom, including Lin Qian's teacher Li Changce.

Today is the third day, and there is not much time left for Wang Zhuan.

"Qian'er is here!"

Seeing Lin Qian's arrival, a tinge of blood appeared on Wang Zhuan's pale face, his eyes and face were full of satisfaction and relief, and there was also a trace of detachment from being indifferent to the world.

It's only been two days since I've seen him, Wang Zhuan, who was originally radiant, has been completely broken, as if there is only a piece of skin left to cover the bones.

"I am coming!"

Lin Qian felt sad in his heart. He didn't know what kind of pain and struggle the master and the two had suffered.

Wang Zhuan stretched out his hand with difficulty.

Lin Qian consciously stepped forward and sent his shoulder to Wang Zhuan's hands.

"Good boy, don't be sad, master, my life is considered wonderful, and I have no regrets to have a disciple like you."

Wang Zhuan smiled gently, and it seemed that he had really figured it out.

In two days, he might have been a little bit unwilling at first, but the reality could no longer struggle, so he could only accept it calmly.

"Master, don't worry, I have a way to save you!"

Lin Qian also smiled, and said with confidence.

Wang Zhuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and the expression on his face changed drastically for a while before he regained his composure.

There is great fear between life and death. Even he, who has seen through life and death, couldn't help struggling when he heard the news suddenly, but after all, he has lived for decades, and finally controlled his emotions.

Looking at his disciples in the room, "Go out first."

Some of Wang Zhuan's disciples didn't know why, and some looked at Lin Qian with weird expressions, especially Li Changce, with a complicated expression, and then they all left the room as they said.

After all the students had gone out and closed the door, Wang Zhuan looked at Lin Qian with a serious expression, "Do you really have a way to save me?"

"Of course!"

Lin Qian was determined to take out the materials he bought on the way here and prepare to start the treatment.

Seeing this, Wang Zhuan believed it, but he waved his hand, "I'm dead!"

"why?"

Wang Zhuan took a deep look at Lin Qian, and then sighed, "You got that thing!"

Although it was a question, he was very sure. Although he didn't go out for a walk these days because he was cursed, he still knew what happened outside. For example, the girl from the Wu clan died in Lin Qian's rented house In the small courtyard, the whereabouts of the treasure lost in Fucheng is unknown.

Lin Qian was stunned, and nodded immediately, admitting that he had thought of being exposed before coming here, but he still came here!

Wang Zhuan sighed. Before the incident happened, he didn't know that there was a treasure of the witch clan hidden in the mansion. He didn't know until it was stolen.

But he knew that the Deadly Curse can only be solved by witchcraft, and only witches can practice witchcraft!
What he didn't expect was that Lin Qian had the blood of the Wu clan.

"I'm dying!"

Wang Zhuan repeated the previous words again, "You can use a healing Confucianism, and when they come in later, you will say that your method is useless."

"Remember, don't expose your witchcraft!"

Lin Qian was moved in his heart, but he still shook his head firmly, "Master has treated me with such kindness as a mountain, how can I see death without saving me!"

As he spoke, he took out another piece of black cloth without any objection, skillfully blown up the materials spread out just now into the shape of a small doll, and then pulled out three hairs from Master Wang Zhuan's head with lightning speed, and used them to Use it as a rope to tie the doll tightly.

"you……"

Wang Zhuan stretched out his hand to stop it, but he was so weak that he couldn't stop it at all. In the end, he could only sigh with complicated eyes.

At this time, Lin Qian had already finished all the preparatory work. He stepped forward and straightened Wang Zhuan to sit on the bed. At the same time, he also sat cross-legged on the ground opposite, making a formula with both hands. Suddenly he stood up, and a thin black light beam connected him to Wang Zhuan.

Lin Qian continued to make seals and seal formulas, and the little puppet was soaked in blood.

Then the whole puppet seemed to have been drained of all the water, and instantly became shriveled. On the contrary, Wang Zhuan, who was covered with bones, began to plump up...

(End of this chapter)