After the call, Job was very anxious.
In the past, Caesar would sleep for a long time every month because of his body.
But nothing like this had ever happened before.
What was going on?
**
When Caesar woke up again, it was already night.
He sat up with the help of the bed. His head was still dizzy, as if he had been hit a dozen times.
Caesar couldn't help but hiss and mutter, "Who hit me?"
A cold voice sounded in his ear. "Still dizzy?"
Caesar didn't react.
Ying Zijin spoke again slowly. "Caesar, look at me."
Caesar came back to his senses. He was still a little confused. He looked up blankly. "Boss?"
Why was his boss here?
What happened just now?
On the side, Job was still afraid. "Master, you fainted this morning. The medical equipment couldn't find the cause of your illness."
"I was the one who called Miss Ying over and treated you. Only then did you wake up."
He watched the process of Ying Zijin treating Caesar. She didn't use gold or silver needles, but only a deck of tarot cards.
Job was also confused.
He didn't understand what was going on at all.
"Ah, boss, sorry to trouble you again." Caesar rubbed his temples, and his voice was a little tired. "My body might be getting worse."
Alchemy changed the speed of cell division, but one day, all the cells would die.
Caesar knew that that day would be the day he died.
"It's not that your body isn't good." Ying Zijin looked up. "You've been cursed. Don't you know?"
Caesar woke up immediately and was shocked. "Cursed?"
Cursing was a Western term. In Hua, it was "evil."
The essence of both was the same. It was a curse.
Ying Zijin nodded. "Who did you meet after the ball?"
Caesar's consciousness was still a little fuzzy. He tried to recall. "Boss, I didn't meet anyone except your boyfriend and his staff. I …"
He held his head, trying to shake off the dizziness.
"Bear with it for a while. It has just been removed. It will take a while for it to recover." Ying Zijin said lightly, "You don't have to think about it. I'll see for myself."
She rearranged the tarot cards and quickly chose three cards.
Caesar knew nothing about divination and could only watch.
Ten seconds later, Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes. "Not bad."
Most fortune-tellers needed to know the target's birth characters before they could cast a curse.
Other than her and Norton, no one knew Caesar's real birth date.
Even so, he was still cursed.
It proved that the diviner who cast the curse was at the same level as Diwu Chuan in terms of ability.
He was definitely at the doyen level.
"Boss, what kind of curse did she cast on me?" Caesar breathed slowly. "I don't have any strength left."
"According to Hua, it's called 'Peach Blossom Fiend'." Ying Zijin said, "You are cursed with Peach Blossom Fiend. You can only come into contact with one woman in your lifetime. If you are too far away from her, your body functions will continue to decline."
"At the same time, you will slowly fall in love with her and can only rely on her to live."
Caesar was so shocked that he broke out in a sweat. "So scary?"
What was the difference between this and a puppet?
"Yes, Peach Blossom Fiend is very common. Most people will only think that they are sick and won't think of anything else." Ying Zijin said lightly, "But you are cursed with the most powerful Peach Blossom Fiend. The reaction will be very big."
Caesar pressed his head and said weakly, "Boss, is this the reason why you found out that I don't have a girlfriend?"
"No, it's an accident." Ying Zijin stood up and raised her eyebrows. "And, you might have a girlfriend."
Caesar was stunned and looked up.
Ying Zijin had already pushed the door open and left.
"Boss, where are you going? You haven't finished talking. "
The girl's voice floated from afar. It was cold and cold. "To avenge you."
Caesar was stunned. This sentence brought him back to a hundred years ago.
At that time, he was also bullied. His boss also said these four words and then threw the bully in front of him.
So, from then on, he swore.
In this life, he swore to follow Ying Zijin.
He would not abandon her, he would not give up, until his life came to an end.
It turned out that after so many years, nothing had changed.
Caesar leaned on the bed and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he turned his head. "Job, what do you think my boss meant by that sentence?"
"What sentence?"
"She said that I might have a girlfriend."
This sentence was very important to Caesar.
"Uh …" Job paused and persuaded him tactfully. "Master, you should take care of your body first. With your current physical condition, I'm afraid that even Miss Rita who danced with you the day before yesterday could beat you with one hand."
Caesar was speechless.
He pulled the quilt over his head with a gloomy expression.
**
It was late at night.
Many lights in the town were off.
In the wooden house, the old woman was still awake.
She was wearing a pair of reading glasses and reading a book under the light.
Holly was not here tonight. Only the old woman was here.
The heavy wooden door suddenly made a creaking sound, but there were no footsteps.
The old woman's expression changed. "Who is it?!"
She suddenly turned her head. The light in the house was very bright at this moment, and the girl's beautiful face was illuminated.
The girl's face was very beautiful, with an aggressive beauty that was very oppressive.
The old woman's eyes narrowed, but there was no fear. Her body also relaxed. "I was wondering who it was. So it's a little girl from the East. What a rare guest."
She had once fought with a fortune-teller from the East. In the end, both sides suffered, and no one gained an advantage.
She had to admit that the East was better at fortune-telling.
But a little girl who was not even twenty years old, how good could she be?
"Little girl, didn't your elders tell you not to provoke me?" The old woman slowly stood up, her dark green eyes flashing with a sharp light. "What, you became a fortune-teller, but no one told you my name?"
No matter who Ying Zijin's master was, she would not show mercy to anyone who trespassed into her territory without permission.
"Freya Jones." Ying Zijin said calmly. "I know your name. Your ancestors were fortune-tellers too. Unfortunately, they were called 'witches' in the Middle Ages, and were all killed by the Heresy Tribunal."
"You escaped because you were a descendant of a side branch. You started to study evil divination to improve your ability. Now, you have become a 'witch'."
"Shut up!" The old woman's expression changed. "What nonsense are you talking about? What witch?! "
Fortune-Tellers hated being called a 'witch'. It reminded them of the three hundred years of hunting witches.
The old woman, on the other hand, was guilty because she was indeed not on the right path.
"You should have just entered the Dao not long ago, right? Do you know about fortune-tellers? " The old woman sneered. "It was prophesied long ago that all witches and sorcerers died in 1780. Where did this witch come from? “
"You lost a lot of your lifespan because of the Peach Blossom Doom." Ying Zijin's eyelashes drooped as she continued, "Also, the Karma that you have changed will be returned to your family."
"You're talking nonsense again. Looks like you're not good enough. Yes, I did cast the Peach Blossom Doom on Caesar." The old woman sneered. "Why, you like him too? So you came here personally? "
"Then I'm sorry. I'll help my granddaughter get the man she likes."
The old woman walked closer step by step. "Little girl, before I get angry, I advise you to leave. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave later."
Ying Zijin said calmly, "You can try."
The old woman's face darkened. "You don't know what's good for you!"
She held three tarot cards in her hand and raised her hand.
The wind blew in from the window, and the candlelight flickered wildly.
Everything was terrifyingly quiet.
But in the next second, before she could do anything, the old woman suddenly found something wrong.
Her divination ability disappeared at this moment.
The old woman was shocked.
She could feel that this was not an ordinary disappearance.
This was absolute suppression in the same field!
Only a fortune-teller who was far more powerful than her could suppress her divination ability.
Even in Hua, there was no fortune-teller who could completely suppress her.
The old woman looked up suddenly, and an unbelievable thought came to her mind. "No … impossible. You, you can't …"
"You're quite bold." Ying Zijin's voice was faint. "A fortune-teller from Continent O dares to cast a divination spell on the people I protect."
She smiled coldly, and her eyes were cold. "Even your ancestors don't have the guts."
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