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"Three million has already been transferred, check it."
Peng Tian really wanted to throw the card in his hand at the Ancient Sorcerer's face, but in the end, he gently placed it on the table.
The Ancient Sorcerer naturally knew that Peng Tian wished he could kill him right now, but he didn't care at all. He put the card into his pocket, and as soon as the money arrived, he received a text notification from the bank.
"Wait a moment."
The Ancient Sorcerer walked to the café counter to get some cash and a pen, and began to "draw" on the paper.
Gu Fei naturally followed him. She glanced at the paper and was stunned for a moment; in the center appeared the large characters "Mao Shan Zhang Fashi orders the jade decree to suppress Five Ghost Water Illness," surrounded by long lines and thunder patterns.
"What is this?"
"This is a talisman called 'Deathly Illness Talisman.'"
Drawing talismans looked simple, but in reality, it consumed a lot of energy. Wiping the sweat that had emerged on his forehead with a tissue, the Ancient Sorcerer continued, "Peng Tian has a blood clot in his brain. This talisman, combined with an incantation, can force the clot out."
"Ah? Really? No way! Is that possible?"
One of the hospitals Peng Tian went to had someone Gu Fei knew. She had learned about the situation beforehand and knew there was an issue with his brain. The brain is the most mysterious and difficult part of the human body; even the world's best neurosurgeons wouldn't dare to operate easily. The Ancient Sorcerer actually wanted to use a talisman to treat it?
Even though she had previously witnessed him use a few well-known phrases from "Heavenly Dreadful" to cure Lu Tongfang, Gu Fei still didn't believe that the Ancient Sorcerer could accomplish this.
"Whether it works or not, you'll find out soon enough. Hey, besides, even if it doesn't work, I won't suffer any loss; the three million I've already received won't be refunded."
Gu Fei was speechless and rolled her eyes internally; if such a situation arose, it would be strange if Peng Tian let it go!
Taking the drawn talisman, the Ancient Sorcerer walked towards Peng Tian.
"Stand still; I'm going to treat you."
"Is it really here? Should we find a private room?"
Peng Tian pointed at himself and then around, thinking that if he was going to treat himself here, he might as well find a private room.
"No need, right here is fine."
Ancient Sorcerer decisively rejected the suggestion, raising his hand and with a "slap," he stuck a paper talisman on Peng Tian's forehead.
Gu Fei smiled; at that moment, Peng Tian looked just like a zombie.
"Heavenly Yang, Earthly Yang, Master Zhang's Law King uses Yuan Gang... Divine weapon, swift as the law!"
With his right thumb pressing against his left thumb, the two fingers crossed and embraced in front of his chest, Ancient Sorcerer's lips moved rapidly as a string of incantations spilled from his mouth. Then he pushed both hands towards Peng Tian.
"Boom!"
The paper talisman on Peng Tian's forehead suddenly ignited.
"Ah!"
Peng Tian finally came to his senses, letting out a scream before retreating several steps and collapsing onto the sofa, panting heavily, his face as white as paper.
Fire—a ball of fire actually ignited right in front of him!
Then he felt that flame transform into a sharp knife, viciously stabbing into his head—directly targeting the area in his brain where the blood clots pressed against the nerves. It felt as if the contents of his head were boiling like porridge in an instant.
"Bang."
Peng Tian felt as if something in his head had broken...
Gu Fei was also dumbfounded; could this be a magic trick? But it was clearly not.
After the paper talisman disappeared, a trickle of black blood emerged from Peng Tian's forehead at the Yintang point, bubbling out like a spring and quickly flowing down.
Noticing something dripping from his forehead, he hurriedly reached up to wipe it away, and Peng Tian was astonished to find his hands covered in dark brown blood.
"Where did this come from?"
Peng Tian wiped at his forehead again and again, but found no wound—if there was no wound, where was this blood coming from?
"This is the stagnant blood in your head; I steamed it out."
Looking at Ancient Sorcerer, Peng Tian was stunned for a moment before suddenly saying:
"Are you kidding me?! Is that how you cured it?! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child who would believe anything you say?"
Ancient Sorcerer's expression darkened as he replied, "If you don't believe me, go to the hospital and get checked; the stagnant blood in your brain is already gone."
"Then I'll go check first. If it's really gone, I'll pay you."
Peng Tian twisted his neck; the feeling of pressure in his head had vanished, and he realized that Ancient Sorcerer was most likely right—the stagnant blood in his brain had indeed been "steamed" out.
"No problem, go get checked."
Ancient Sorcerer knew that Peng Tian was saying this because he didn't want to pay.
"However, one day is enough time for you to get checked. If I haven't received the remaining payment by this time tomorrow, the consequences will be very serious."
"Hahaha!"
Peng Tian laughed heartily; he truly didn't want to pay. Now that he was cured, what could Ancient Sorcerer do to him if he refused to pay?
"Serious consequences? What can you do to me? Are you going to hit my head again and cause more stagnant blood in my brain? I don't think you have that ability."
"Can that fool of a bodyguard behind you protect you?"
Peng Tian arrived with a bodyguard who had been standing silently to the side, but now stood behind Peng Tian.
"If I wanted to kill you, no one could stop me."
The Ancient Sorcerer sat down in his chair and continued, "However, I am a civilized person and won't resort to violence. You can rest assured."
"But let me tell you, my money is not so easy to owe! Once you owe it, the consequences will be very serious!"
Feeling refreshed, Peng Tian noticed he was becoming more spirited and increasingly convinced that the Ancient Sorcerer had already healed him. In a good mood, he became even more arrogant, stepping forward to look down at the Ancient Sorcerer and smugly said, "Well then, I'll be waiting."
"Good, you wait."
Seeing the Ancient Sorcerer's calm demeanor, Peng Tian suddenly felt displeased. He thought the Ancient Sorcerer would fly into a rage, but this was unexpected.
"We're leaving! I want to see what you can do to me?!"
After saying this, Peng Tian turned and strode away.
Watching Peng Tian's retreating figure, Gu Fei sat down opposite the Ancient Sorcerer and said with concern, "Ancient Sorcerer, I don't think Peng Tian will pay up."
"Yes, that's right."
Gu Fei became anxious upon hearing this and said, "Then why didn't you detain him just now?"
Despite Peng Tian having a bodyguard, she knew they were no match for the Ancient Sorcerer—after all, he came from a special forces background.
"People like Peng Tian are most afraid of death. If you detained him, wouldn't he obediently give you the money?"
The Ancient Sorcerer was taken aback; he hadn't expected Gu Fei to be even more agitated than himself.
"Sister, are you thinking of me?"
Gu Fei's face turned red, and she quickly replied, "Hmph! Who's thinking of you? I'm just worried about the money! Three million!"
Picking up the coffee pot, the Ancient Sorcerer poured a cup of coffee for Gu Fei and said, "Sister, don't worry, that three million is as good as mine. Besides, Peng Tian will have to give me even more money! My deals aren't that easy to take advantage of."
"What do you have in mind?"
Gu Fei immediately understood that the Ancient Sorcerer was well-prepared.
"I can cure his illness, and I can make him sick again. At that time, he will have no choice but to come to me. Three million? He'll have to cough up three hundred million!"
The Ancient Sorcerer's eyes glinted coldly; sorcery could save lives, but it could also take them. Did Peng Tian think he could cheat him out of his money?
Not a chance!
The Ancient Sorcerer held a strand of hair in his palm, which he had just pulled from Peng Tian's head!
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