Chapter 0075: Backlash of Evil Magic
Han Junhao struggled in pain, but with a handkerchief stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't scream and could only make dull whimpering sounds.
Big beads of sweat appeared on his face, and his already pale face suddenly turned pale.
Seeing his son in such pain, Han Wenshan's face became extremely ugly, but he still tried his best to control himself and pretend that he didn't care that much.
Old Zhou held Dao Jinfeng's hands behind her back, trying very hard, but still couldn't stop her from chanting the spell.
Of course, this was also what we had discussed beforehand. If we couldn't convince Dao Jinfeng, the last step would be to lure her into casting a spell.
Dao Jinfeng bent over, her vulgar face full of viciousness.
Can't wait any longer!
I took out the God-Breaking Talisman and slammed it hard on Dao Jinfeng's forehead.
Dao Jinfeng was startled, but did not take the old yellow talisman to heart and continued to recite the spell quickly.
Except for her and Han Junhao who was in pain, everyone present was staring at the broken talisman on her forehead.
To be honest, I was nervous too. This was the first time I used this broken talisman. I didn't know if I needed to cast a spell to activate it, and I didn't know if it would work at all.
One second, two seconds.
There were only two sounds in the quiet large bedroom.
One was Han Junhao's muffled scream, and the other was the sound of Dao Jinfeng chanting a spell quickly.
After five or six seconds, the God-Breaking Talisman finally changed and suddenly ignited without any fire.
When the small yellow flame at the tail of the talisman just rose, Dao Jinfeng, who was chanting the spell, suddenly froze, and then spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.
Drops of blood fell on the ground. Dao Jinfeng seemed to have all her strength drained away and fell down limply. If Lao Zhou hadn't held her back, she would have fallen to the ground.
"You, you..." Gasping , Dao Jinfeng was unable to speak at all.
Han Junhao on the bed also fell silent.
Han Wenshan hurried over and nervously checked on his son's condition.
I squinted my eyes, recited the mantra silently in my mind, opened my third eye, and couldn't help but feel happy.
The snake-like black energy that was wrapped around Han Junhao's neck had loosened and was emerging from his chest little by little, flying quickly towards Dao Jinfeng.
Backlash!
Success!
I didn't dare to be happy too soon. I kept staring at the black air until it left Han Junhao's body and surrounded Dao Jinfeng completely. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Master Li?" Han Wenshan looked at me nervously and anxiously.
"It's okay." I nodded to him.
Han Wenshan was extremely surprised, his eyes were red with joy. He took the handkerchief out of his son's mouth, wiped the sweat off his face with heartache, and then covered him with the quilt.
After a pause, he walked over with a stern expression , looked at Dao Jinfeng with a cold gaze, and waved to Lao Zhou.
Old Zhou let go of Dao Jinfeng and clapped his hands in disgust.
Dao Jinfeng collapsed to the ground, his face pale and bloody, blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth. He was shrouded in black air and looked extremely miserable.
"You, what did you do?" She looked at me fearfully.
"I've warned you long ago. The backlash must be unpleasant." I didn't answer her.
"Who are you?" Dao Jinfeng covered her chest with her hands, her eyes filled with unwillingness. She couldn't understand why she had miscalculated even though she had Han Junhao's life in her hands.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Instead, think about what will happen to you."
Of course I would not be so stupid as to expose my identity, so I turned to Han Wenshan and said, "Boss Han, the matter has been completed. I leave the person to you."
"I knew I didn't make a mistake in choosing the right person. I won't say much more about thanking you..." Han Wenshan nodded gratefully.
Just then, Dao Jinfeng suddenly threw something at us.
It's like a thin thread, and it's hard to spot unless you look carefully.
But after practicing the art of observing qi with the third eye, my vision has become sharp. At such a close distance, even a flying hair cannot see past my eyes.
"Mr. Han, be careful! This is another heart-eating bug! Don't let it climb on you!" I warned loudly and retreated step by step with Han Wenshan.
Old Zhou also stepped aside fearfully and stood in front of Han Wenshan.
The tiny bugs twisted their bodies on the ground and crawled towards us quickly.
I picked up the water cup from Han Junhao's bedside table, and with quick eyes and hands, I covered him with the cup before the heart-eating bugs appeared.
The heart-eating worm was reflected in the cup. Dao Jinfeng took this opportunity to get up, ran to the window desperately, and jumped out regardless of everything.
"Lao Zhou, chase her, don't let her escape!"
At Han Wenshan's command, Lao Zhou responded immediately, chased after him nimbly and jumped out of the window.
He was obviously very confident in Lao Zhou. He walked to the window and took a look, then came back and stared at the heart-eating worm squirming in the cup, his eyes full of fear and hatred.
It was this disgusting and weird little bug that caused his son to suffer so much.
“Burning it with fire should work.” I also didn’t like this harmful insect, so I immediately found some tissues, lit them, and stuffed them into the glass.
The heart-eating worm, like a long thread, kept twisting its body, obviously feeling uncomfortable from the fire.
There was not enough oxygen in the cup, and one piece of paper burned out. I lit a new one and put it in. After repeating this several times, the heart-eating bug finally stopped moving.
I found a metal trash can and threw the cup, nematodes, and paper towel remnants into it. I lit a fire again and only felt relieved when I saw the heart-eating worms were completely burned to ashes.
"No problem." I clapped my hands, stood up and nodded to Han Wenshan.
"I won't say much about gratitude. You helped me, Han Wenshan, twice. I will remember this kindness in my heart. If you need help in the future, just ask. As long as I, Han Wenshan, can do it, I will do my best!"
Han Wenshan said solemnly.
"Thank you, Mr. Han." I just smiled faintly.
For most people, getting a promise from the Han family would be a great honor, but for me, I am more concerned about how much he will pay me this time.
From the beginning to the end, I just regarded this matter as a business and had no intention of currying favor with the Han family.
"Perhaps after what happened just now, you thought I was a person who values money more than life?" Han Wenshan looked a little embarrassed and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"This is Mr. Han's business. I won't speculate."
"Others think that my Han family is very prosperous, but in fact, all the family property is in the hands of the old man, and I am the least valued of the three sons, and I don't have much assets at all."
Han Wenshan smiled bitterly.
"You even haggled over a matter that involved your son's life. Master Li, I'm sorry to see you embarrassed. But don't worry, I will definitely not treat you unfairly this time!"
"I'm a pauper, how can I have the nerve to laugh at Mr. Han?" I expressed my understanding.
Not long after, Lao Zhou came back with a sullen face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I failed and that cunning woman ran away."
