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Chapter 40 The Source of the Curse

The source of the curse is still there!
  This sounds like nonsense. The victim is standing in front of him with his life almost gone, which means that the source of the curse is certainly still there.

But if you were a practitioner and saw the result of Zhu Mingyao's test of the curse just now, you would feel that there is something obviously fishy in it:
  The power of the curse is restored too quickly!
  Something is obviously wrong. Don't forget, the old gypsy lady who unleashed the spell is dead!
  From a mystical perspective, it is true that some curse spells will continue to run after they are successfully released. Even if the caster dies, this process will not be affected.

But that does not mean that the intensity of the curse will not be affected by this. The law of conservation of energy is also universal in the occult world view, and no force can be generated out of thin air.

Without the caster, most spell effects will become water without a source and a tree without a root. Even if it doesn't dissipate immediately, its intensity doesn't change.

Therefore, in ancient Chinese folk tales and public case novels, there is often a person whose life is hanging by a thread due to an evil curse. The wise knight follows the clues, finds the evil man who cast the spell, cuts it off with his sword, and then saves the victim with a pill of elixir. Back to the plot.

It can be seen that in such cases, directly killing the caster is enough to solve most problems, and at least reduce the effect of the curse to a considerable extent.

Of course, there are exceptions. After some curses are successfully released, they can draw energy from the surrounding environment, the victim, and even the void and other planes to maintain operation.

For example, the undead gold coin in Zhu Mingyao's hand is a living specimen of the existence of this high-level curse.

But that kind of high-end skill is obviously not what the old gypsy woman in this matter can do.

Again, judging from her miserable fate and crude spell-casting methods, calling her a three-legged cat is considered polite, and at most she is an ordinary person who knows a little bit of witchcraft knowledge.

So this is interesting. Since the caster is not an expert and is already dead, why is the source of the curse still there?
  The puzzled boy asked Christine again:
  "Where is the house where Mrs. Gaynos was taken away? And in the end she died at her granddaughter's house, so where is her granddaughter's house?"

After receiving the reply, Zhu Mingyao stood up suddenly and waved his hand:

"Let's go, take me to find out the details of this so-called witch while the sun is in the middle of the day and all the evil spirits have dispersed! We'll have lunch on the way."

……

Fortunately, these two addresses were not too far away. Christine and the others drove to her door again for help. Before three o'clock in the afternoon, several people who had wandered around returned to Zhang Ji's antique shop.

After Mrs. Gainos's former house was repossessed by the bank, no new residents have moved in. Except for her personal belongings, which were taken away by her family, the rest remained roughly the same. Zhu Mingyao slipped in and took a look, but found nothing that had been held. Traces of witchcraft rituals.

At her granddaughter's place, the boy asked Christine to call the door, and then he secretly hid aside and observed carefully, confirming that this family was just ordinary people.

After getting the exact information and confirming his suspicion, Zhu Mingyao sat on the sofa, stuffed the last bite of pie left over from the road into his mouth, pointed vaguely at the food on the table and said to the two of them with a smile:

"Well, don't be so downcast. We have found the direction. Hurry up and eat your lunch. Take the time to rest for a while. We have important operations in the evening."

Just now she was given another look by Mrs. Gainos's granddaughter. Christine was feeling depressed when she suddenly heard the young man's words. Her body jumped up from the sofa like a spring, and she said in surprise: "Do you have any idea? What do we need to do?”

"Didn't you find out clearly? Mrs. Gaynos is buried in Beech Cemetery. We will go there in the evening!" Zhu Mingyao took a sip of his drink and said smoothly.

The expressions on Kristen's faces froze, and she stammered: "Go, why are you going to the cemetery?"

Zhu Mingyao reassured: "Don't panic, I will be prepared. If you are really scared, you will be at the door when the time comes and I will go in. If everything goes well, maybe I can solve your problem tonight."

Kristine and her fiancé looked at each other, probably because the young man's calm demeanor gave them some confidence. Finally, they mustered up the courage to nod, pick up the food and start eating in small bites.    …

The sun sets extremely early in winter. It's only eight o'clock, and Luo City is shrouded in pitch black night.

As a cemetery for the poor and homeless, Beech Cemetery can only huddle in a remote corner at the junction of the city and the suburbs.

Because the cemetery management charges are low and profits are meager, they will naturally not waste their spare money on hiring night watchmen.

Anyway, the residents who sleep here are basically paupers, and thieves don't even bother to patronize them when they are alive, let alone after death.

Watching the cemetery caretaker lazily pull out an iron chain, tangle two worn-out metal gates haphazardly, play a ditty and leave after get off work, not far away, slowly slide out from the shadows under the trees on the path. A black Toyota sedan.

"MR Zhu, you didn't say you wanted to... The crime of stealing corpses is in Jinzhou. It's a serious crime. If we are caught, we will be finished."

Looking at Zhu Mingyao who was carrying big and small bags out of the trunk, Clay Dalton was trembling with fear. It was a bit awkward to say that he was scared. He knew what the boy had stuffed in it, but he could see other things. I don’t understand, but I always know a shovel and a pickaxe.

Zhu Mingyao patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, the mountain man has his own clever plan. You two take this." He said and stuffed him with a carrying bag.

"Wine? Neither of us drink much? Is this?"

Looking at the bottles of cheap brandy in their pockets, the two of them were confused.

"It's not for you to drink, it's just for precaution." The young man explained with a smile.

"If you are really unlucky and are found in the cemetery, you can just drink a few gulps, sprinkle some on your clothes, and pretend to be drunk and go crazy, right?"

"Open your mind! It is true that the crime of stealing corpses is a felony, but if it were a few young people who drank too much and went crazy in the cemetery, the matter would be much lighter. At most, it would just be a disturbance of the peace."

"Especially since you two are old Europeans and I'm just an adult, even if I'm caught by the police, there's a good chance I'll be let off lightly."

Seeing the expressions on the two people's faces as if they were suddenly enlightened, as if they had discovered a new world, Zhu Mingyao put away the smile on his face and said solemnly:
  "Miss Christine, are you sure you want to go with me? Although I only plan to open the coffin and perform a purification ceremony for Mrs. Gaynos's body, I cannot guarantee that no danger will occur during the process."

Christine said tremblingly and firmly: "Yes, I want to see this nightmare end."

Clay Dalton looked at his lover, swallowed his mouth and said, "I'll do it too. Let's dig together. We can dig faster..."

"Okay!" Zhu Mingyao took out two yellow talismans and folded them into a triangle for the two of them to hide closely. After thinking for a while, he fumbled for two colorful velvet ropes and tied them on their wrists, and said seriously:
  "No matter what you see or hear later, don't panic, let alone run around. It's probably just an illusion, but if you take it seriously, the fake will become real!"

After explaining the precautions, he patted Christine's arm as if casually, and sighed: "Love can indeed give humans courage. You have found a good fiancé."

　Ah, the writing speed of newcomers is too slow. I tried my best, but I couldn't finish 4000 words in a day, and the manuscript was in danger!

　　
  　
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