Chapter 839 — Curing Illness and Inflicting It
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Oh, same principle. I sealed several of his acupoints with acupuncture." Wei Zhao spoke simply. In truth, he had sealed them with energy, and that was what had produced the current state of affairs.
"So that's it!" Shen Yushu said, the truth dawning on her. "There's so much behind all this! Arrow Brand Bro, then what about the billiards earlier?"
"True qi," Wei Zhao said. This question was harder to explain, so he simply laid it at the feet of true qi.
"Oh..." Shen Yushu did know of true qi, though she did not understand it well; hearing Wei Zhao say this, she asked no further.
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As for Zhen Yingjun, he did not dare linger. In a panic, he went to find his father, Zhen Dazhou.
When Zhen Dazhou saw the state his son was in, he was badly startled! Zhen Yingjun had been perfectly fine when he left the house that morning—how had he come home looking so wretched? What on earth had happened?
"Dad, what happened today was downright uncanny! I've never run into anything so uncanny in my life!" Zhen Yingjun held nothing back and recounted everything that had happened that day, from beginning to end, for his father. "Dad, tell me, how is any of that possible? It flies in the face of all reason. Do you think I ran into something unclean working mischief?"
"Hmm... that really is possible!" Zhen Dazhou made his living in the bloody trade of licking knives, and he was a rather superstitious man. Hearing Zhen Yingjun's account, he too found the whole affair bizarre; bouncy balls and the like made no sense at all! "You mean those two women might not be human? Might be goblins?"
"It's possible!" Zhen Yingjun nodded hurriedly. "Those two girls are so gorgeous—how could any ordinary person look like that? I've chased plenty of women in my day, but I've never seen anyone of that caliber. Thinking about it carefully now, there really is something fishy about them!"
Zhen Dazhou drew a deep breath, turned to Zou Tiandi, who had been silent all this while, and asked, "Brother Tiandi, what do you make of this?"
Zou Tiandi did not know the truth of the matter and had no idea just which great power Zhen Yingjun had managed to offend. His mind was on his own son, Zou Ruoguang, and whether the boy had been caught up in the disaster too, so he was somewhat distracted. "I'd say Brother Dazhou's guess is possible. Maybe he ran into something unclean?"
"Brother Tiandi, do you know any shamans or the like? Could you have one come perform a rite for Yingjun?" Zhen Dazhou did not dare delay; the sooner this matter was settled, the better. But it never even crossed his mind to take the boy to a hospital, for judging by Zhen Yingjun's account, this was plainly the work of evil influence—how could it possibly be illness?
Besides, illness did not cause a sudden crooked mouth and eye or a lame leg. Who had ever heard of such an acute ailment?
"I don't know any myself, but I can find one with a few inquiries. As long as one has money to spend, what shaman can't be hired?" Zou Tiandi was somewhat uneasy himself. This Zhen boy was a real troublemaker—his very first day in Songshan City, and he had already stirred up a huge disaster. In a moment he would have to call Ruoguang at once and tell him to keep his distance from Zhen Yingjun, lest he be dragged into it too.