Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Curse

Han Mo raised his eyebrows and became interested, "Brother Wu, how do you say this?" “

Wu Jingxuan sighed, "Little brother, if you can help my Wu family cure Xiao Yun's illness, no matter what you want, as long as my Wu family can do it, even if it is a 'bankrupt' property, I will never refuse." For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ. ”

"Lean ......"

Han Mo burst into a foul mouth, "Talking about business, if you suddenly say such things, my little heart can't bear it." ”

"Third uncle, you're drunk!" Wu Xiaoyun's eyes were slightly red, and she pulled Wu Jingxuan's clothes. Wu Jingxuan said: "Xiao Yun, don't stop the third uncle today, just let the third uncle say it happily." ”

"Okay."

Wu Xiaoyun replied softly, glanced at Han Mo, and then withdrew his gaze.

A few families are happy and a few are sad, Wu Jingxuan's performance just now looks a bit like being drunk, but in fact, he is unhappy in his heart.

Wu Jingxuan drank a cup of tea and said, "Little brother, do you know why Xiao Yun didn't live to be twenty-four years old?" ”

"I don't know."

Wu Jingxuan said a sigh, and Han Mo was really tired of listening. What could have been said clearly in ten minutes, he said it for half an hour, and Han Mo finally 'figured' it clearly.

It turned out that there was a curse in the Wu family, since Aunt Wu Xiaoyun's generation, the 'daughter' of the Wu family has not been able to live past the age of twenty.

Listening to Wu Jingxuan, it seems that his grandfather's generation did something and caused trouble, and after that, the curse entangled the Wu family. The Wu family was also worried at first, but after more than ten years of safety, they didn't take it to heart.

However, when Wu Jingxuan's sister and Wu Xiaoyun's aunt Wu Shuang turned twenty-four years old, a gust of evil wind blew into the 'door' of the Wu family, and Wu Shuang immediately fell to the ground and did not wake up, and three days later, she died of exhaustion.

Coincidentally, Wu Jingxuan's younger sister Wu Mei, who is also Wu Shuang's younger sister, also encountered the same situation when she was twenty-four years old.

After that, Wu Jingxuan's father, the old man of the Wu family, realized that the catastrophe was coming. Then, the Wu family went around visiting the cultivators, hoping to dissolve the curse of the Wu family.

Only, nothing.

One night three years ago, Wu Xiaoyun's cousin Wu Meiyun died violently at the front desk of the Taoist Hotel. The Wu family is a huge family, and now there is only one 'girl' child in Wu Xiaoyun.

Her parents, her grandfather, and others did everything they could to keep her from the curse. However, the time is getting closer and closer, and seeing that the age of twenty-four is coming, if they can't resolve the curse, they will lose Wu Xiaoyun again.

Wu Jingxuan found Han Mo, but he didn't have much hope, but hope is better than no hope.

Wu Jingxuan snorted and cried, saying that it was miserable. If he goes to tell stories under the flyover, business will definitely be booming.

When Han Mo heard Wu Jingxuan say that he was looking for him for help, it was completely a broken jar, and he was very unhappy, which clearly meant that he had no ability to solve this problem. Wu Jingxuan wiped his tears, "Little brother, I also hope that you will lend a hand and save Xiao Yun's life." ”

Han Mo said in his heart, if he knew this, he shouldn't have agreed so happily in the first place. It's good now, I can't get off the thief ship.

"Tell me about the situation."

"Am I still not clear?" Wu Jingxuan actually asked rhetorically, Han Mo pursed his lips, "I want to know what your grandfather's generation did to make retribution ...... The curse has fallen on the 'female' of your Wu family's descendants. ”

"This ...... Don't hide it from the little brother, I don't know the specific situation. ”

"You don't know and you're begging me for help?" Han Mo was surprised, and Wu Jingxuan sighed, "In order to prevent the Wu family from becoming the target of public criticism, the old man only said that the Wu family has a curse, and the retribution should be on the younger 'daughter', let us ask for the help of the Dao 'door' master."

In addition to the old man, the only one in the entire Wu family who knows the inside story of the matter is probably my eldest brother, that is, Xiao Yun's father. ”

"Uh......"

Han Mo was stunned, "You didn't even 'figure' the situation clearly, so you asked someone to help, how many people do you think will agree?" ”

"Alas, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, and I ask the little brother to forgive me." Wu Jingxuan clenched his fists and said, "If the little brother is willing, you can go with us to the Wu family's old mansion and find my eldest brother." ”

"When?"

"When is the little brother free?" Hearing this, Han Mo thought for a while and asked, "Give me Wu Xiaoyun's birthday?" ”

Wu Jingxuan told him about Wu Xiaoyun's birthday, Han Mo pinched his fingers, glanced up at them, and said, "There are still three hundred and seven days before she turns twenty-four years old, and she will come to me in half a year." ”

"Ah...... Little brother, will the half-year period be too long? Wu Jingxuan's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said.

"It's not long, I would have said that it was only a hundred days before her twenty-fourth birthday."

"Why?" Wu Jingxuan couldn't figure it out, and Han Mo explained: "You must have also found a lot of people from the 'Gate' to resolve the curse for your Wu family, but in the end they didn't succeed, right?" ”

"Yes, but what does it have to do with the half-year period?"

Han Mo smiled slightly, and asked rhetorically, "Why can't those people who are 'gates' dissolve the curse?" ”

"I don't know." Wu Jingxuan shook his head.

"Then it's over, after half a year, I think the curse will gradually be fulfilled, and then I can know how the curse came about, and see if I can help you resolve the curse. You're letting me go now, and I don't have a clue. ”

Han Mo said in his heart, I am the twenty-third generation of Maoshan inner 'door' disciple, and I have mastered all the lost and unique learnings of Maoshan. Now that the Dao Fa has declined, even a person who has cultivated to a high level of cultivation cannot have the ability of mine.

Wu Jingxuan looked confused, 'forced', and refused to help to say it so freshly and refinedly, which simply opened his eyes.

Wu Xiaoyun blinked, and the 'color' of disappointment was gone.

Han Mo said: "The words have come to this, I don't care if you believe it or not, since I promised you, I will definitely do my best to help, therefore, after half a year, if you don't come to me, I will also come to you." ”

"Alas......"

Wu Jingxuan sighed, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you, little brother, as soon as the half-year period is over, I will come to you." ”

"Hmm."

Han Mo said: "Are there four treasures of the study?" ”

"Yes."

Wu Jingxuan took out the four treasures of the study room from his sleeve and put them on the table. Han Mo unfolded the rice paper, lifted the wolf pen, dipped it in ink, and the pen flowed smoothly, with a wave.

"What a word!"

It was not the first time Wu Jingxuan had seen Han Mo's words, but he couldn't help but admire. Han Mo smiled faintly and continued to write.

Wu Jingxuan watched from the side, and was immediately dumbfounded, his face changed rapidly, and he stared at Han Mo for a long time, and said in a trembling voice: "Little brother, you ...... Are you a disciple of Maoshan? ”

Wu Jingxuan, as a member of the family of magic weapons, knows the status of Maoshan in the Taoist 'door'.

The troika of Dao 'Gate', Maoshan Mountain, Longhu Mountain and Heavenly Master's Mansion go hand in hand. The Heavenly Master's Mansion used to be also subordinate to Longhu Mountain, but later, Longhu Mountain was changed, and the Heavenly Master's Mansion and Longhu Mountain Dao Palace were separated.

Han Mo didn't speak, bit his fingertips, drew a few pictures in the palm of his hand, printed them on the letter, and said: "Let Wu Xiaoyun hang this article in a sleeping place, and read it more every day." ”

Wu Jingxuan thanked him again and again, and the articles written by the descendants of Maoshan and the blood seal were worth a fortune.

Han Mo looked at the blood mark on his palm, and sighed secretly, his seal was lost, and now he needs the palm to help with a seal, which is really frustrating.

"Put it away."

Wu Jingxuan put away the rice paper with trembling hands, "When I go back, I must find a first-class craftsman to frame it." ”

"Don't bother, it's just a piece of paper."

Wu Jingxuan said with a smile: "The little brother is a descendant of Maoshan Mountain, so he naturally doesn't care about this. But for ordinary people, this thing is a treasure to drive away evil spirits in the town, so it is natural to treat it with caution. ”