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The Cursing Technique is a form of witchcraft that has been passed down in the Southwest Miao Region.
If one wishes to cast a curse, the caster must also face great risks. They may even have to endure pain. If they are not careful, the curse may backfire, resulting in the caster's death. Therefore, unless there is a significant conflict of interest or deep-seated enmity, few would dare to employ such magic. A curse is considered a dark art and a harmful spell, which is why it is banned in many countries. The status of a sorcerer is very low; they are often ostracized and tend to hide away or wander in the mountains, rarely appearing in crowded places.
Among curses, the most powerful is the Golden Silkworm Blood Curse, also known as the Lost Soul Skull. The caster must possess special abilities; otherwise, the next Blood Curse will cost them half their life, and the Golden Silkworm Blood Curse is even more lethal—the caster is guaranteed to die. If someone survives after being cursed with this spell, it indicates that they are a formidable sorcerer with extraordinary powers.
To cast a curse, the sorcerer must use their own blood as a medium. During the casting, they must cut their right middle finger with a clean blade and let a drop of blood fall onto the cursed object while reciting an incantation to enhance the power of the Cursing Technique. Furthermore, the person being cursed must allow the caster to break the curse; only the caster knows how to do so. This means that if the cursed individual does not find the caster before their death and persuade them willingly to lift the curse, their demise is inevitable.
However, the chances of persuading the caster to lift the curse are slim. When a Cursing Technique is broken, it backfires on the sorcerer, often leading to their own death from their own curse if they lack sufficient power. Even a powerful sorcerer may suffer severe injuries from backlash and must seek refuge to recover in order to escape disaster.
There is also a belief that if one wishes to lift a Cursing Technique without suffering backlash or death, the sorcerer must pay an unspecified price. Thus, even if one finds a sorcerer, it does not guarantee that they will agree to lift the curse for the afflicted.
When I brought An Yijun back to the Relay Station, I immediately sought out a doctor. To my surprise, all the doctors in Xianyang City fled upon seeing An Yijun's symptoms. Those who did not run were still visibly shaken. Although they were unfamiliar with this kind of curse and Blood Curse, their years of medical experience allowed them to recognize that this was inflicted by a powerful sorcerer. Hence, they all left in haste.
Eventually, Lian found an experienced doctor from Jin Kingdom in Xianyang City. After examining An Yijun, he sighed deeply and furrowed his brow as he relayed all those ominous details.
I recalled that boy in gray robes and his deliberate collision with An Yijun; it was clearly premeditated. Our movements had likely been detected as soon as we entered Xianyang City. An Yijun had become their target.
They understood that Jin Shao had no weaknesses or flaws; his only fatal vulnerability was his beloved daughter. Thus, An Yijun became their objective. Throughout our journey, we had been secretly protected by Jin Kingdom's people; I never expected such a significant oversight. We underestimated them—they had set their sights on four-year-old An Yijun.
To treat a four-year-old child so cruelly showed their utter lack of humanity. Since they were so eager to see me—An Jin—I would fight back against them. They aimed for me; I did not want An Yijun to suffer any unwarranted harm.
I was unaware of how cold I had become or how I had managed to extract this single clue from that frail boy—the mute slave—held captive in Jin Kingdom's dungeons established during Later Qin.
The old doctor left with only one warning: if we could not lift the curse within a month, An Yijun would slowly begin to rot from within, oozing pus until maggots emerged from her body and began feeding on her flesh until she bled out completely and became nothing but a desiccated corpse.
One month—I had at most one month left.
Knowing full well that this was a trap designed to lure me in, I still went without hesitation. Only by reaching the end of the snare could I see the Sorcerer and have a chance to capture him, thereby lifting the Blood Curse from An Yijun.
The paper in my hand bore only a few short lines: Outskirts, Liu Yue Villa. Tu Mi, Strange Divine Doctor.
This person may not know how to break the curse, but he knows who can.
When I arrived there, dawn was breaking. My eyes, which hadn’t closed for several days, were slightly red and sore.
As I approached, I saw an ancient manor. The walls of blue stone were covered with green vines, and the stone lions at the entrance leaned slightly to one side. Two old, tattered red lanterns swayed in the desolate wind.
I gazed at this strange and eerie old house. Steeling myself, I walked over and knocked on the door.
The sound of my knuckles against the ancient wood echoed eerily in the quiet surroundings.
After a while, an elderly man hunched over and with a stooped back came to open the door. Upon seeing me, his expression was calm, as if he had known I would come.
“Do you need something, young master?”
I noticed his gaze was somewhat cloudy yet held a glimmer of clarity. Since that was the case, there was no need for me to hide. I looked at him respectfully and said, “I am An Jin, here to pay my respects.”
“Oh.” He nodded lightly without announcing my arrival and simply opened the door for me to enter.
He lowered his gaze and said, “My Master has been waiting for you for quite some time. Please come in.”
I nodded and stepped inside. It was then that I realized this manor was just as dilapidated inside as it appeared outside—overgrown with fallen leaves and weeds. The interior was equally old and worn, resembling a place where supernatural events might occur or perhaps even a haunted house.
Thinking about it made me feel ridiculous. Those past events were long gone; why did I still remember those ghost stories and horror films I had seen in modern times?
Thinking back to that time, I was truly naïve and foolish.
Under the guidance of the Old Servant, I followed him through winding corridors and several arched doorways. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, and the surroundings were in a state of decay; even the flowers and plants in the gardens, which had long been neglected, had withered away.
The manor appeared small at first glance, yet it twisted and turned endlessly, as if it had no end.
I trailed behind him in silence; he did not speak, nor did I dare to ask questions. The stillness was unsettling, devoid of even the sounds of insects or birds. Everything felt frozen in time, as if I were in a realm cut off from the world, far removed from any place where life thrived.
My expression remained calm, but it was clear that this courtyard was far more complex than it seemed—strangely so.
Finally, he stopped in front of an inconspicuous room tucked away in a corner. I looked around; dense bamboo groves surrounded us, casting a somewhat eerie shadow. The air felt cold against my face, and the gentle breeze sent a shiver through me.
"Master, I've brought the person," the Old Servant announced.
From within the room came a hoarse voice that seemed to belong to an elderly man. He responded with a faint acknowledgment before saying, "You may leave now."
I held my breath; the person inside was none other than the Strange Divine Doctor, Tu Mi.
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