EFB Chapter 44 The Fatal Talisman of the Wang Family!
Chapter 44 The Fatal Talisman of the Wang Family!
Wang Fu jogged ahead, leading Lu Yuan towards the backyard.
Lu Yuan and his two companions, along with a group of Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple, quickly followed behind.
The group walked through the long corridor in the front yard and soon arrived at the moon gate in the back yard.
This is an invisible boundary.
The backyard was Zhao Qiao'er's private territory, and ordinary people were absolutely not allowed to set foot there.
Even Wang Fu, the head steward, had to wait respectfully at the door when he needed to report something, and a maid would go in to inform him.
He had already made plans that if Lu Yuan didn't come today, he would lead the people of Baiyun Temple to force his way in; he couldn't just stand by and watch his wife die inside.
But now...
Wang Fu abruptly stopped at the back gate, turned around, and stretched out his arm like a wall, directly blocking the Taoist priests from Baiyun Temple.
Lu Yuan, Xu Erxiao, and Wang Chengan rushed in and headed straight for the main house in the backyard.
"Butler Wang!! Come in!"
"Why did you stop here?!"
The Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple quickly spoke up when they saw Wang Fu blocking the back gate and refusing to leave.
But Wang Fu at this moment was no longer the Wang Fu who was pacing anxiously in the main room just moments before.
Wang Fu was extremely anxious just now, and he was afraid that the Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple would be angered and leave, so he spoke in a somewhat humble tone.
But now Lu Yuan has arrived...
Wang Fu slowly dusted off his sleeves, glanced sideways at the Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple, and said:
"What are you going in?"
"Hasn't Daoist Lu Yuan already gone inside?"
Wang Fu's tone was neither warm nor cold as he continued:
"Everyone, you've worked hard these past few days. I'll have the accountant give you all a little reward."
"Please go back after you've had your meal, fellow Daoists."
The Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple: "????"
Hey!!
You fucking bastard!
Dog King Fu!!
You're still pretending!!
If that kid doesn't do anything when he goes in, we'll see what you do then!
……
"You two stay here."
As soon as he stepped into the backyard, Lu Yuan gave the order without turning his head.
He was worried that Zhao Qiao'er had a high fever and that her clothes might be disheveled in her room, making it inconvenient for the two boys to go in.
"Alright, Brother Lu!"
Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan immediately responded, quickly placing the large wooden crate they had carried on the ground, opening the lid, and preparing to provide support at any time.
Lu Yuan took three steps at a time and arrived at the door of the main house. Without even knocking, he pushed the door open!
As soon as you enter the room, you are hit by a wave of heat.
It was mixed with the irresistible, alluring scent emanating from Aunt Qiao'er.
There are also various herbs, and the smell of spirit meat.
Lu Yuan's push of the door startled the maids inside.
When they realized that the person who had entered was a young man they had never met before, they turned pale and panicked.
They all rushed forward, trying to push Lu Yuan away.
Lu Yuan completely ignored the chattering maids, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the alluring figure on the soft couch deep inside the room.
Zhao Qiao'er seemed to have fallen into a semi-conscious state, her pretty face as pale as paper.
Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her forehead and neck were covered in fine, fragrant sweat, which dampened a few strands of hair and clung tightly to her skin.
The situation was worse than he had imagined.
Just as he expected.
In the house, which was as hot as midsummer, Zhao Qiao'er was wearing only a wine-red silk slip dress.
The little tank top barely covered the top of her thighs, encasing Aunt Qiao'er's plump and luscious buttocks.
A pair of long, slender, and plump legs were crossed without any concealment, and the skin shone with a milky luster under the light, making people dizzy.
Especially those long, fair, and delicate legs, with their bright red nail polish, were truly captivating.
Normally, Lu Yuan might have been in the mood to appreciate it.
But now, his face was so dark it looked like it could be wrung out, and he quickly walked towards the soft couch.
"Get out! Get out now!"
The maids tried to stop them, but they couldn't.
Seeing that they couldn't stop them, the maids hurriedly ran towards the door to call for help.
But when the maids ran to the door, just as they were about to loudly order the steward to bring the guards in, they saw...
Wang Fu was standing at the backyard entrance, craning his neck to peer curiously inside.
The commotion eventually woke the beautiful woman on the soft couch.
Zhao Qiao'er slowly woke up, and her eyes, which should have been captivating and beautiful, were now covered with a layer of mist.
Their eyes lit up the moment they saw Lu Yuan.
"My dear nephew..."
At this moment, Lu Yuan, with a dark face, came to the soft couch and was furious when he saw the beautiful woman in front of him hanging by a thread.
He suddenly raised his hand.
Amidst the horrified gasps of the maids in the room.
He slapped Aunt Qiao'er hard across her plump, fleshy, and incredibly smooth white buttocks!
"Mmm~"
Accompanied by an extremely seductive mature woman's soft moan, and the stunned gazes of all the maids in the room.
Lu Yuan gritted his teeth, looked at Aunt Qiao'er, and shouted:
"What were you thinking, woman?!"
"The person is about to die, why aren't you sending someone in to treat them?!"
Despite the slap that sent a shiver through her body, Zhao Qiao'er, lying on her side on the soft couch, showed no anger.
Instead, a sickly rosy glow appeared on her pale face, and her eyes instantly became alluring, as if she had come alive.
Aunt Qiao'er, lying on her side on the soft couch, looked at Lu Yuan with a beautiful and alluring gaze.
She stretched out a delicate hand painted with bright red nail polish and softly hooked the hem of Lu Yuan's clothes.
She complained in a sweet, coquettish tone that could melt a man's bones:
"Oh dear~ You can't spank Auntie's bottom~"
"Auntie hurts~"
Looking at this top-tier mature woman who suddenly seemed to have regained her energy, despite being seriously ill, she put on a coquettish act like a little woman.
Lu Yuan's anger, which had been burning fiercely, strangely dissipated by more than half.
That vixen!
The next second, Lu Yuan said bitterly:
"I'll deal with you later!!"
He immediately bent down, one hand passing through Aunt Qiao'er's plump but still slender waist compared to her barefoot 1.9-meter height.
With his other hand, he steadily supported her lower body and gently lifted her upper body.
Immediately, Lu Yuan freed one hand and quickly groped under Aunt Qiao'er's pillow.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Qiao'er wrapped her fair arms tightly around Lu Yuan's neck and pressed her whole body against him.
Her stunningly beautiful face drew close to Lu Yuan's ear, her breath sweet and fragrant as she whispered:
"Why are you so late?"
"Auntie misses you so much~~"
The maids inside looked at each other, their faces filled with huge question marks.
Do not……
no……
This...this thing right in front of me...
Or...is it the lady?
Could it be that it's been possessed by some kind of evil spirit?
ha? ?
Meanwhile, Lu Yuan fumbled around under Zhao Qiao'er's pillow for quite a while.
No.
He frowned and gently laid Zhao Qiao'er down.
This movement aggravated her breathing, causing her to cough violently again.
Immediately, Lu Yuan turned around and shouted outside:
"Throw the stuff in!"
Xu Erxiao and Wang Chengan were already waiting outside. Upon hearing the sound, they immediately took out a cloth bag from the large wooden box.
He threw it with all his might toward the door.
Lu Yuan flashed to the door, caught the package precisely, and then turned and ran back to the bedside.
"Don't move!"
He glared at Zhao Qiao'er, who was about to get up and speak.
"Don't say anything!"
Lu Yuan quickly opened the cloth bag and took out the magical artifacts inside.
He dipped his fingertip in a drop of three-year-aged rooster's comb blood and, with lightning speed, applied it to Zhao Qiao'er's forehead, chest, and the sole of her jade-like foot.
When the blood droplets touched the skin, they sank slightly, as if absorbed by the skin.
He then grabbed a handful of hearth soil mixed with cinnabar, and with swift fingers, drew a simple "soul-stabilizing circle" around her body.
The moment the magic circle was formed, Zhao Qiao'er's rapid coughing stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand had forcibly pressed the pause button.
Having done all this, Lu Yuan looked around and shouted at the maids who were still in a daze:
"Where are the clothes Aunt Qiao'er wore last time she went out?"
The maids jolted awake, as if from a dream, and quickly turned around to search.
Lu Yuan couldn't wait any longer and strode after her, personally rummaging through Aunt Qiao'er's huge wardrobe.
But... it still didn't happen!
Since it's neither under the pillow nor inside the clothes!
Lu Yuan's gaze sharpened as he looked up at the roof beams before running back to the soft couch.
He bent down and picked up a strand of her long hair that had fallen from the soft couch beside Aunt Qiao'er.
Silently recite the incantation, pinch a strand of hair between two fingers, and lift it slightly.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
In the completely undisturbed room with the doors and windows tightly shut, that soft strand of hair suddenly straightened.
The ends of her hair pointed firmly to the northwest corner of the room, like an iron needle attracted by a magnet.
Lu Yuan understood, casually tossing away a strand of hair, and muttered to himself:
"The diseased fetus is not well hidden; it is located on the Kun position of the beam."
He immediately brought over a rosewood stool, but did not rush to climb up.
Instead, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his bosom, the back of which was engraved with intricate primordial Bagua diagrams.
Lu Yuan aimed the mirror at the northwest corner of the roof beam, quickly dipped his finger in cinnabar, and drew a "Break the Filth Eye" talisman on the cold mirror surface with lightning speed.
"The Yin energy connects with the unseen, revealing its traces and form—illuminate!"
The blood-red runes on the mirror suddenly lit up with an eerie red light, which shone onto the roof beams.
The scene reflected in the mirror instantly changed.
What appears as an ordinary roof beam to mortals now reveals itself in the mirror as a walnut-sized, dark green, viscous substance.
At its center, one can vaguely see a twisted talisman written in ashes, wrapping something unknown.
Strands of grayish-green "pathogenic energy," thinner than a strand of hair, were continuously dripping down from that thing.
Like a spider web, like tentacles, it precisely enveloped Zhao Qiao'er's bed below.
found it!
Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold.
The cursed talisman that brought misfortune to the Wang family!