Chapter 65: Wu Guotong (5)

Four sick people in the family and four pieces of yellow paper dug out from the garden. Wu Guotong finally knew the reason why his family was ill.

"Master, if you burn these papers, will my family's illness be cured?"

Lin Qingyin walked to the middle of the garden and tapped his toes: "You dig up here first."

Wu Guotong's heart skipped a beat. There were only five people in the family. Four yellow papers representing his family all came out. This one must be his.

First shovel, second shovel, third shovel, fourth shovel… …

When Wu Guotong felt tired and his hands felt a little numb, he finally dug out a palm-sized doll with a string of numbers written on the doll's chest, which was his birth date.

Wu Guotong couldn't help but sneered when he saw this: "Do I have to thank that person for his love and made me a doll." While holding the doll in his hand, Wu Guotong's eyebrows tightly frowned: "Master, what is the idea of ​​this person who calculated me? My family just has a piece of yellow paper, but they got seriously ill. My birthdate is written on this doll. Does he want to kill me?"

"That's not the case. He wants you to reach the bottom of life through this bloody evil formation." Lin Qingyin said: "This is a curse formation. The red devil on the yellow paper and the horoscope are all written in blood. If I guess correctly, it should be your blood."

"My blood?" Wu Guotong swallowed his saliva and quickly recalled: "I remembered last August, our unit organized a physical examination to all employees. I had to go to the district for a meeting that morning, so I let them took my blood and several tests. But later on, when our meeting was over, the nurse informed me that the blood they collected in the morning was gone. The nurse asked me to go again on an empty stomach the next morning. At that time, although I was in a hurry, I remember that they took seven or eight tubes of my blood. How can a regular medical examination center in China make such a mistake?"

Wu Guotong felt a little flustered when he thought of the other party's comprehensive methods: "Master, why does that person have to use my blood to write on that yellow paper?"

"Judging from your face, the eight-character hour and minute written on it should not be accurate. He should only know the approximate birth date of your family and not the exact date. This kind of spell depends on the eight characters. If it's not accurate, it may fail. For the curse to work, this person specially used your blood to draw the spell." Lin Qingyin said: "You are connected by blood with your family, while you and your wife are of the same body. Your blood can completely make up for the inaccurate eight characters."

Looking at Wu Guotong's black face, Lin Qingyin couldn't help but shake her head: "It looks like this person hates you so much."

"Master, what should I do now?" Wu Guotong looked at the things on the ground and gritted his teeth: "Can it be burned?"

Lin Qingyin nodded her head: "It's okay to burn it, but ordinary fire won't work. Not just any fire can burn the curse on it."

"Ordinary fire won't work?" Wu Guotong wanted to cry desperately when he heard this. In addition to lighters, matches, and gas stoves, he could not think of any other way to ignite a fire. What's more, he doesn't know what kind of fire was not called ordinary fire.

Lin Qingyin took out a piece of yellow paper from her schoolbag, hooked a trace of spiritual energy with her index finger, and quickly painted a spell on the yellow paper. In fact, with her current cultivation base, a spiritual fire can be ignited with a wave of her hand. But she was already a well-known master now. She doesn't want to show some more shocking methods, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

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