Nangong Meng’s throat tightened.
She noticed that Zuzi hadn’t splattered blood in the bar; that premium champagne she just drank suddenly lost its allure.
It even made her feel a bit nauseous.
The residue in the champagne was like ash, scraping against her throat, making the tiny hairs in her esophagus stubbornly move in the opposite direction.
She finally couldn’t help but vomit.
What she vomited out was not champagne at all, but saliva mixed with the pulverized ashes of burnt talisman paper!
The talisman paper she had personally crushed, handed over to the bartender to mix into a drink for Zuzi—how could she not recognize it?
Nangong Meng panicked.
She had plotted against Zuzi, had Zhang Shensuan cast a spell on the talisman paper for Zuzi, how did it end up in her champagne bottle?
It was an unopened bottle, she had just had it delivered from the hotel lobby, a branded champagne bottle—absolutely no one could have tampered with it.
Even if there had been tampering, how could anyone have gotten hold of the talisman paper she had planned for Zuzi?
Cold sweat poured out as Nangong Meng continuously vomited, trying to induce more, while relentlessly staring at the monitor.
Yet, from beginning to end, Zuzi’s figure never appeared on the screen, as if the camera couldn’t capture that charming silhouette.
She was frantic, calling Zhang Shensuan: "Why isn’t what you said coming true? I gave you so much money, are you deceiving me?!"
On the other end, the lean man’s cold snort came through: "I’ve never been wrong. If you haven’t seen the result yet, it must be because you messed up the two essential steps I reminded you of."
"Could it be that Zuzi really didn’t drink that talisman paper water?" Nangong Meng murmured, "That talisman paper water, it all ended up in my champagne bottle, and I drank it all? Am I going to be okay? My hotel is not in the northwest, it’s in the east of the city..."
A bad premonition slowly rose in her heart.
Only to hear Zhang Shensuan let out a "huh" and then scold her:
"Miss Meng, what nonsense are you spouting with your eyes open? I’ve completed the ritual on my end and just did a divination; the results are excellent. What you requested—vomiting fresh blood, completely bald hair, both arms broken, disfigured face... unable to live, unable to die—all have been achieved; you said you’d give me a ten million red envelope after success, huh, don’t think about reneging!..."
Zhang Shensuan’s confident voice came through the phone.
But Nangong Meng felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, chilled to the bone!
She clearly felt the tiny hairs in her throat still itching, regurgitating.
But what surged out was no longer liquid from the drink, but a fishy, sweet... blood!
Blood sprayed all over her hands, the screen, splattering a glass window.
Frightened, she threw the phone away and hugged herself tightly.
Yet her body moved uncontrollably, step by step toward the balcony.
The hotel balcony had sliding doors; she reached the door. Though her mind wanted to hug her frightened self, her hands reached out and opened the door.
Then, her entire body was pushed by a sinister force, toward the balcony railing.
No, she didn’t want to do this!
If she fell, she would be severely injured!
Her will was no longer her own, she had the unfortunate privilege of experiencing firsthand how evil techniques truly existed in this world, and how the process of being cursed unfolded, step by step.
She jumped off the balcony, landing on the steps at the front of the hotel, face-down, her whole face a blur, both arms broken.
Blood gushed down the steps.
Her hair scattered all over the ground, like dandelions blown in the wind, leaving only a bald head.