usatvline Chapter 347: I'm in a bad mood when I wake up
Chapter 347: I'm in a bad mood when I wake up
One of the Zhang family's wing rooms looked no different from other places, but anyone who walked in could feel the unusual eeriness.
It was sunny outside, but once you got inside, it was freezing cold.
An old man in a robe was hunched over, sitting cross-legged on a cushion and muttering to himself.
There was an incomprehensible magical weapon placed in front of him. Just one look at it made him feel uncomfortable.
The old man opened his eyes, and his face looked sinister. If he changed his clothes, he would look like an executioner who had been in the execution ground for many years.
When Mr. Zhang saw him, he felt uneasy, wondering if he had made a mistake and brought an evil spirit into his home.
But it was too late to regret now. He didn't dare to offend the old man in front of him, for fear that the other party would be petty and put something unclean in his house.
Mr. Zhang asked with a bashful face: "Master, what are you going to do?"
The old man glanced at him and said, "Change your luck, change your life, cast a curse, or use a puppet. All are possible."
"I can cast a curse to kill you directly, but the price is, I want five lives as a sacrifice."
Mr. Zhang became more and more nervous. At this moment, he would rather the other party was a charlatan.
Although he is not a good person either, this is too vicious.
And he had another concern.
"Master, if witchcraft is perpetrated in Da Yue, the whole family will be implicated. If this is discovered..."
The old man snorted disdainfully: "Didn't I tell you that the secret method I use is different from the childish and useless thing you understand as a witch doll."
"Mortals simply cannot understand it. Even if they see it, it cannot serve as evidence."
Zhang Lao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes."
Then don't worry.
He asked, "Since he is the crown prince, his fate should be very good, right?"
"Can it be exchanged for my grandson?"
The old man looked at him as if he were a fool and replied, "Who says that the prince's fate must be good?"
"There are only a few who can finally reach the throne. Those who fail are just creatures with luck but no destiny."
Mr. Zhang didn't dare to refute and could only say "yes, yes, yes".
"If I cast a curse directly to make him die suddenly, it might arouse the suspicion of His Majesty. So why not... use the puppet technique?"
"Excuse me, can the puppet technique control the other party?"
The old man smiled, and his smile lines were full of viciousness.
"That's natural."
Old Master Zhang was satisfied. As long as she could control the Crown Prince from causing trouble during important events, the Emperor and his ministers would naturally be disappointed in her if she kept causing trouble.
She was originally a princess, and she did not take any advantage of anyone, but she relied on her talent to reach the high position.
As long as she gets into trouble, other princesses, such as the second princess who ranks before the third prince, will be excluded from inheritance because of their female status.
People all over the world will also understand that only the prince is the legitimate heir.
While Grandpa Zhang was fantasizing, he was also glad that they had met such a master. If they were sent to the prince, they might die without knowing when.
He entertained people respectfully, looking forward to the final result.
......
In the Zhaixing Tower, a young man reported: "Master, there is an evil magic attacking the East Palace."
The Imperial Master, who was not around, did not wear a veil to cover his face. His face had not changed at all over the past fifteen years, as if time did not exist on his face.
After hearing the news, he continued to fiddle with the compass in his hand and did not react much.
"Even if the Human Emperor has not yet grown up, all evils will retreat and all ghosts will not invade."
"It's just a sorcery, don't worry about it. Why are you rushing to see me? You are too unstable."
The disciple scratched his head and said, "Master, didn't you ask me to keep an eye on that direction and report to you immediately if there is any movement?"
Imperial Master: “…”
"Go and copy the sutra a hundred times."
The disciple cried, "Why?"
The Imperial Master smiled and said, "Today, I am not pleased with you."
The young disciple was ready to go back with a sad face, but the national teacher felt guilty and changed his words, "Go and catch the caster, and you won't have to copy it."
The little disciple's eyes lit up immediately, he shouted "Yeah!" and jumped out with his magic weapon in his hand.
That night, Bei Jingchu was sleeping soundly when a cold breath approached her.
The girl who was in a bad mood when waking up was disturbed. Even though she wasn't awake yet, she became irritable and kicked the thing that disturbed her.
The cold aura dissipated, and the old man who cast the spell in Zhang Mansion spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell to the ground, and was unable to get up for a long time.
He murmured on the ground: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."
"Even if they are kings, princes, generals or ministers, they are just mortals. How could they possibly turn against me?"
"There must be some other expert behind this!"
Old Mr. Zhang, who was nervously guarding outside, heard the noise, opened the door and came in, and was shocked when he saw the scene.
"Master, how is it? Is it done?"
The old man who was attacked said irritably: "It's bullshit!"
"Can't you see I'm injured?"
"Idiot, the person you want to deal with also has a master around him, why didn't you tell me in advance! So that I can make more precise arrangements instead of alerting the enemy!"
Mr. Zhang had not expected this either. He asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"
The old man was helped up and said sinisterly: "Don't worry, I won't ruin my reputation."
"There is always a loophole. It is impossible for that master to protect her all the time."
"He is just a crown prince, not a natural emperor. How can he be protected by fate all the time?"