Master Xiaoqiao grasped the scorching talisman, feeling a bit more grounded, as if she had just stepped back into reality from a bizarre and twisted illusion.
"Master, Master Xiaoqiao, is, is everything all right now?"
The patrons tentatively took a couple of steps closer after seeing the calm, seemingly uneventful scene before them, but they dared not come too close, cautiously asking.
Master Xiaoqiao came back to her senses, turned to look at them, and sighed with relief, "Mr. Yang, rest assured, everything is fine now, it’s all fine."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yang finally started to relax, "That’s, that’s great, we were scared to death just now..." He couldn’t help but pat his chest, "What happened just now, why did it get so frightening all of a sudden?"
Master Xiaoqiao pursed her lips, her expression solemn, "This sum of life-risking money was deliberately created by someone using evil magic. The person behind all this is a fellow practitioner of ours, only he practices evil cultivation, and his skills are not weak—I’m no match for him. He was battling with me just now, and I almost lost to him."
With those words, she clenched the amulet in her hand.
If it hadn’t been for Jiangli’s amulet saving her life, giving her a chance to counterattack, she would have been dead just now.
Not to mention, temporarily settling this matter.
Hearing this, Mr. Yang grew even more afraid, "Then, will he come back for us?"
Under normal circumstances, upon hearing this, Master Xiaoqiao would likely have offered Mr. Yang some reassurance.
But today, she shook her head and said gravely, "I’ve only suppressed him temporarily. Since you’ve already accepted the money, if the person who set up the spell is not found and his plot isn’t foiled, he might well reappear."
Mr. Yang instantly tightened up, and his family exchanged alarmed glances.
"What, what should we do now?"
"I’ve broken the evil spell he left on that money, so he shouldn’t come back for the time being." Master Xiaoqiao thought for a moment and then said earnestly, "I will rush back to my sect immediately and ask my master to come. Mr. Yang, when he arrives, you will take us to the intersection where you found the money. My master will conduct a ritual to find the root cause and deal with it. With my master’s intervention, there will be absolutely no mishaps."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yang and his family nodded frantically, as if afraid of any delay.
Master Xiaoqiao quickly gave them some instructions and then finally had the time to tend to her own injuries.
The night, always the best camouflage for bloodshed and evil.
But not everyone is as fortunate as Master Xiaoqiao.
At this moment, Zhu Ming in City B was caught in a difficult situation, but he was not as lucky as Master Xiaoqiao.
He had arrived upon invitation, thinking it was just a matter of performing a ritual.
But after the ritual during the day, there was no effect.
The host who invited him, Mr. Wei, had two daughters.
After the ritual was completed, the two daughters only got worse, with high fevers that wouldn’t subside and remained unconscious.
Mr. Wei sensed that something was wrong and, adamant, refused to let Zhu Ming leave until he resolved the issue.
Zhu Ming, while in Mr. Wei’s house, had made a careful inspection and could sense the strong Yin Energy present.
But no matter how much he investigated, he couldn’t find the source of the Yin Energy.
After a whole day, nothing more happened in Mr. Wei’s household.
Yet the two daughters still suffered from their relentless fevers.
"Master Zhu, you’ve been investigating all day, what is exactly going on? What trouble has our family stumbled upon, and when will our daughters wake up?"
Mr. Wei looked at Zhu Ming eagerly, his eyes filled with impatience and anxiety; it was clear his patience with Zhu Ming was wearing thin.
Zhu Ming’s face remained stern, holding a compass in his hands, continuously investigating, but still unable to identify any problem.