Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 342 Witchcraft
"Is madam all right?"

Murong Fengyuan asked in a deep voice, not looking at the maidservant who fell on the ground, after being kicked by him, even if she didn't die, she was only half breathed.

Jun Chuyue shook her head, and her eyes fell on the pair of scissors: "I didn't expect her to be overwhelmed."

Even without him, with her skills, she wouldn't be blinded by the sand and let him succeed in stabbing herself, but this feeling of being protected makes people feel warm in the bottom of their hearts.

Murong Fengyuan looked at the cloth figure in her hand, turned it over and looked twice: "Madam, do you know this is a witchcraft technique?"

"Well. You know that I came out of the sacrificial hall. Although there are many assassination missions, in the final analysis, we still focus on worshiping gods on the surface. I have served as the saint of the sacrificial hall for many years, and I have more or less learned from the high priest. I learned some fur there, and I can still recognize this witchcraft."

Just as Jun Chuyue was talking, suddenly there was a loud commotion not far away, and she could vaguely hear the roar of the city lord of Wucheng shouting "please doctor", and she frowned: "Go, go and see!"

……

The two soon reached the noisy place.

Seeing the bright lights in front of her eyes, a maidservant was rushing out with a water basin, Jun Chuyue saw with sharp eyes that the water in the water basin was dark red and exuded a strong smell of blood.

It looked like the scene of a woman suffering from dystocia, but she knew that this situation was caused by witchcraft. The little girl was in danger at the moment, so she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly stepped into the door——

After all, I don't have a bad impression of the little girl, so I just take it as a reward for staying here.

In the room, the city lord of Wucheng was rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth.

With a face full of anxiety, when he turned his head and saw Jun Chuyue and Murong Fengyuan, he couldn't help being stunned, and hurriedly greeted him: "Princess, and the son-in-law, why are you here? Is it too loud here to disturb your rest? I'm sorry, my little girl is suffering from a sudden illness and is unconscious now. The old man is so impatient, he may not be able to entertain you well. Please forgive me. I will tell them to keep their voices down..."

"We are here for Ling Ai." Jun Chuyue interrupted him.

……

A few minutes later, the face of the city lord of Wucheng became extremely ugly: "The princess means that the little girl is not sick, but she is unconscious because of the witchcraft, and the person who cast the voodoo happened to be caught and beaten by you." hurt?"

"Yes, the prisoner is now on the path behind the garden, and the city lord can send someone there to arrest and interrogate him."

Upon hearing the words, the city lord of Wucheng immediately ordered people to go over to do it, then turned around and said: "Princess, look at my little girl..."

He looked at Jun Chuyue expectantly. In his opinion, since the person in front of him can tell that Yu Qian is not sick, but has suffered from a witchcraft, then there must be a way to undo the magic and save him. His daughter died.

as predicted--

"Let me see, you let these people out first." Jun Chuyue said calmly.

The city lord of Wucheng hurriedly sent everyone out, and then followed the two of them and was about to go in, but when Jun Chuyue lifted the curtain with one hand, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned back and said indifferently: "City lord, please go out too .”

The woman's voice was not loud, but she exuded a majesty that was hard to ignore. Although the city lord of Wucheng was worried about his beloved daughter, he had no choice but to back away. , strode out——

He wanted to see who was so bold and dared to use witchcraft in the city lord's mansion, and even dealt with his beloved daughter.

……

Jun Chuyue and Murong Fengyuan entered the inner room, and saw that the little girl who was full of energy the day before was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, her face as pale as paper, and streaks of blood were slowly flowing out from her seven orifices...

Jun Chuyue stepped forward and lifted the quilt violently.

What catches the eye is a body that looks like a dry bone. Although it is wearing a middle coat, it can be seen from the exposed arms, as if the blood has been sucked out of the whole body.

Thinking of what she saw before coming in, the basin of blood that the maid took away, Jun Chuyue groaned and covered the quilt again, her delicate eyebrows furrowed unknowingly.

"Is there a way?" Murong Fengyuan frowned slightly.

It was commonplace for him to live and die, but this was the first time he saw such a treacherous scene, and his first reaction was whether his little wife would be in danger if she intervened in this matter.

"I can't guarantee that it will be successful."

Jun Chuyue said: "The high priest did teach some things about witchcraft, but it's the first time I've actually met it... You go back and get something for me first, a mahogany box I put in my luggage, Bring it to me."

"it is good."

Murong Fengyuan came and went very quickly, and delivered what she wanted in a blink of an eye. Jun Chuyue took the box, opened it, and there was a row of twelve golden needles neatly placed inside.

"call--"

She took a deep breath, picked up a golden needle and stared at Yu Qian, and recalled the things taught by the high priest in her mind, and suddenly her pupils closed, and the golden needle shot out like lightning——

Blood Sea, Tianshu, Guan Yuan...

What the great priest herself taught was acupuncture, but she combined it with the acupuncture and moxibustion technique taught by Yu Su, so that it would be more effective with half the effort. , the blood oozing from the seven orifices suddenly stopped.

Jun Chuyue couldn't help wiping away her sweat.

"Temporarily protected her life..." She stood up, looked at the little girl who was still in a coma, and frowned, "But the spell has not been broken, and she can wake up only after breaking the spell."

The voice paused: "Let's go and see the situation on the city lord's side first."

……

Even though it was late at night, the entire City Lord's Mansion fell into a commotion when something like this happened.

Jun Chuyue and Murong Fengyuan rushed all the way to the main hall. When they entered the door, they saw a row of maidservants crying and kneeling. The maidservant who was injured by Murong Fengyuan in the garden was also among them. Press the ground.

"Princess." Seeing them coming in, the city lord of Wucheng hurriedly asked, "Little girl, she..."

"No serious problem for the time being." Jun Chuyue glanced at the maid who said she didn't know anything and kept begging for forgiveness: "Are they?"

"Hmph, they have all been implicated with the suspect, and two of them are the little girl's personal maids. They are the ones who have the most contact with the little girl on weekdays..."

"Let them go."

The words were suddenly interrupted, and the city lord of Wucheng was puzzled: "Why?"

"People who have been exposed to the art of witchcraft will have evil spirits, and they don't have it, so it is impossible to participate in it." Jun Chuyue said lightly, "To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. In that population, the city lord How much did you ask?"

She turned around to look at the injured maidservant, raised her chin and asked.

(End of this chapter)