Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 307 Unraveling the Curse

The porcelain bowl was buried on the lawn in front of the villa, no more than five meters away from the main entrance.

Following the instructions from the surveillance camera, we arrived and, within five minutes, dug out the porcelain bowl.

The porcelain bowl was placed upside down in the soil, and covered with black paper.

After digging out the porcelain bowl, Fatty Lin took it and smashed it against the steps in front of the villa. It made a muffled bang, the bowl shattered, and a clump of hair-like paste came out, with some water stains still faintly visible.

"How come it's not cold in the dead of winter?" Mr. Yang was quite curious. He leaned forward and even wanted to touch it to feel it.

"Brother Yang, you've been exposed to yin energy, and you won't be able to have sex for half a month!" Fatty Lin said quietly.

Mr. Yang straightened up instantly, forcing a smile, and asked, "Xiao Lin, what's next?"

"Use the yang fire to burn it!" Fatty Lin said.

"True Yang Fire? What is True Yang Fire?" President Yang asked curiously.

"Simply put, it's fire ignited from peach wood branches exposed to direct midday sunlight—that's called 'positive yang fire'!"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin looked at me and said, "Crazy, call the shop and have them send over some peach branches!"

"Yes!" I nodded.

Half an hour later, the peach wood branch was delivered.

Fatty Lin placed the peach wood branch on the damp, sticky hair that was mixed with yin soil and the juice of the silk-entwining grass, poured some alcohol on it, and then lit it.

The moment the fire started, it made a "poof" sound, and a bright blue flame shot upwards, accompanied by a faint, mournful cry.

With a scream, Zhang Yunyun vomited a mouthful of black liquid mixed with a few strands of hair.

After spitting out the liquid, Zhang Yunyun's complexion improved at a visible speed.

"Yunyun, it's alright, it's alright!" President Yang patted Zhang Yunyun's back to help her catch her breath.

Taking advantage of the break, Fatty Lin took out glutinous rice water, mugwort juice, and ginger juice, mixed the three liquids together, and walked over to Zhang Yunyun, saying, "Sister Yunyun, drink this!"

"Um!"

Zhang Yunyun nodded, took the cup, and, suppressing her discomfort, drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking it, Fatty Lin gently patted Zhang Yunyun's limbs with his peach wood sword, chanting an incantation as he did so: "Yang fire enters the body, Yin evil disperses, hair untangles, tendons and bones return to their proper places!"

As soon as she uttered the word "position," Zhang Yunyun gagged again, spitting out a mouthful of grayish-black liquid mixed with strands of hair.

After three times in a row, the liquid Zhang Yunyun vomited turned a normal color and no longer contained any hair.

"Okay, it's alright now!"

Fatty Lin breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Yunyun is alright now, right?" President Yang asked hurriedly.

"No problem, all that's left is to fix it, that's something this madman excels at!" Fatty Lin pointed at me.

"Brother Yang, Sister Yunyun, let's go inside. I'll take Sister Yunyun's pulse and write a prescription!" I said.

"What should we do with this?" Mr. Yang asked, pointing to the nearly burned peach wood branch.

"That's easy. After burning it, just wrap up the ashes and throw it in the trash can!" Fatty Lin said.

"Never mind, I'll handle it!"

After saying that, Fatty Lin personally picked up the pile of things, wrapped them in yellow paper, but instead of throwing them away, he put them away.

This thing, in a way, is a spiritual material, and it can be sold for a little money.

After we finished dealing with it, we went back to the house with Zhang Yunyun.

After returning to the room, I took Zhang Yunyun's pulse.

"Sister Yunyun, you've almost lost your life this time!"

After taking his pulse, I frowned.

"Thirteen, is it difficult to handle?" General Manager Yang asked.

"My vital energy is too damaged. Sister Yunyun is too weak to take any supplements right now. I can't do it on my own!" I said.

"Thirteen, feel free to ask for anything!" said General Yang.

"Bro, we don't need to be like this between brothers!" I chuckled, pointing at Fatty Lin, "When I said I couldn't do it on my own, I meant I needed Fatty's help!"

"You were breathing heavily when you spoke, it startled me!" Mr. Yang punched me.

"How do we cooperate?" Fatty Lin asked.

"First, consolidate your vital energy. I once saw my grandfather and your grandfather work together to save someone who had been injured by evil magic!" I said.

"How did you coordinate?" Fatty Lin asked curiously.

"Take the victim's fingertip blood, mix it with cinnabar, and prepare a cinnabar ink. Then, use the cinnabar ink to draw a talisman to strengthen vital energy, and affix it to the victim's chest. Afterward, boil astragalus, angelica, and ginseng into a concentrated decoction, and drink it frequently in small amounts to replenish the depleted vital energy!"

I said.

"That's no problem!" Fatty Lin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and said, "I can draw the Qi-Strengthening Talisman!"

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Drawing the Qi-Strengthening Talisman directly on your chest will be more effective!"

After hearing this, Fatty Lin fell silent.

"We're all just people of the martial world, it's just painted on our chests, not for anything else, just for decoration!"

Before Zhang Yunyun could express her opinion, President Yang made the decision for her.

"The faster it finishes, the less people will covet it. Xiaolin, it's okay, keep drawing!" Zhang Yunyun added.

"Sister Yunyun, please forgive me for offending you later!"

Fatty Lin didn't hesitate and agreed immediately.

So they took blood, mixed ink, and drew a talisman.

Half an hour later, Fatty Lin pushed Zhang Yunyun out of a room on the first floor in a wheelchair.

The rest is simple: just take it slow and it should recover in about ten days.

"What do you plan to do with that beast of a brother of yours?"

Now that there are no health problems, the remaining task is to figure out how to wrap things up.

We couldn't ask that question directly, but Mr. Yang asked it outright.

"Brother, there's something I need to tell you!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Lin raised his hand in agreement.

"Release it!" said General Yang.

"When I burned the talisman earlier, that clump of hair, I sensed two auras inside. One was that of the old woman, and the other should be that of Yunyun and her brother!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said."

"What do you mean?" President Yang asked.

"What I mean is, Sister Yunyun's brother should have also suffered the backlash!" Fatty Lin said.

"Serves you right!" President Yang snorted.

"Normally, I shouldn't be able to sense his presence. The only reason I can sense it is that he dripped his own blood into the medium!" Fatty Lin said.

"Drip in your own blood?" President Yang looked at Fatty Lin suspiciously.

"right!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "Because he's Yunyun's closest relative. With his blood added, Yunyun will die even faster!"

"To die faster?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunyun's lips curled into a sorrowful smile.

"Yes, the faster they die!"

Fatty Lin nodded and said, "Just now, Crazy said that Sister Yunyun is too weak to take tonics, and that's when I realized what happened. Normally, someone under a spell wouldn't reach this level in seven days, but if the medium contains a drop of blood from a close relative, then it's possible!"

Zhang Yunyun sighed and murmured, "Zhang Jingtao, you really are my good brother!"