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Fan Feng snatched the mirror and held it up in front of her face, suddenly exclaiming, "What’s going on? What happened to my neck?"
In the mirror, Fan Feng saw that the sides of her throat were bulging out, the color beneath her skin resembling ink, and more importantly, it seemed to be moving.
After last night's incident, Fan Feng returned home feeling a bit tired but didn't think anything was wrong. However, upon waking up, she felt as if her body had turned into a snake without bones, finding it difficult even to stand up.
In fact, Fan Feng thought this was just due to her exhaustion and that she would feel better after some rest. But recalling how bizarre last night’s events were, she cautiously called Kong Ying and asked the Ancient Sorcerer to take a look at her. She never expected that something like this would appear on her neck!
"Let me see!"
The Ancient Sorcerer also noticed the issue and quickly walked out from behind the medicine cabinet.
"Look up!"
As his expression grew increasingly serious, Fan Feng's neck bore two marks that were not strictly black but dark red, constantly writhing. Beneath the skin, it appeared as if countless tiny mouths were growing, continuously sucking blood. With each movement, they seemed to grow larger, resembling a centipede; the numerous small red lines formed during the bloodsucking looked just like the legs of a centipede.
"This is bad! It's related to that painting of the Supreme Ancestor."
The Ancient Sorcerer's face changed dramatically as he suddenly remembered something he had forgotten: during last night's operation, Fan Feng had torn down a painting depicting the so-called Supreme Ancestor and thrown it into the corner.
"Supreme Ancestor?"
Fan Feng's expression also grew increasingly grim. During last night's operation, she indeed had torn down a painting. At that time, Zhang Qi had arrogantly declared that she was doomed, and when she tossed the painting into the corner, it had caught fire.
At that moment, she hadn't taken it seriously, but now it seemed entirely different. From what the Ancient Sorcerer implied, her current condition was related to that painting.
"Yes, I originally thought you were just affected by Zhang Qi's Thousand Soul Banner—the flag that killed him—causing some mental damage, so I prepared a medicine for you. Now it seems the situation is much more serious."
"Ah! Ancient Sorcerer, what should we do?!"
Kong Ying exclaimed in a low voice, but as soon as she finished speaking, Fan Feng suddenly raised her hands to grab her own neck and pulled outward, as if someone were choking her. Her throat emitted a strange "hissing" sound.
Fan Feng's bizarre condition immediately drew the attention of Xu Zhan and the others, who all stood up. Xu Zhan even threw the fan he was holding directly to Xu Dou, then rushed over quickly, throwing out a remark: "You take care of this medicine."
Xu Zhan, being someone who had seen many storms, remained calm despite the strange situation. After glancing at Fan Feng, he turned to Ancient Sorcerer and asked, "Mr. Luo, what... is happening?"
Ancient Sorcerer did not speak but reached out to grab Fan Feng's hand and forcefully pried it open, saying, "Old Xu, look."
Upon seeing this, Xu Zhan and Ma Weishi's expressions suddenly changed drastically. At this moment, Fan Feng's neck had swollen to the thickness of a barrel, and even more alarming was that it appeared as if two poisonous snakes were intertwined and biting at her throat.
Fan Feng's entire face was contorted with bulging veins, her complexion turning purple, and her tongue involuntarily began to extend slowly.
"This is bad; she's going to suffocate!"
Xu Zhan shouted urgently, unable to think of any solution in his panic. He had practiced medicine for many years, but he had never seen symptoms like Fan Feng's before.
Ma Weishi's face tightened; he couldn't think of any solutions either. The others also fell silent, clearly at a loss for what to do.
"Step aside!"
In this urgent situation, Ancient Sorcerer could no longer hesitate. He pushed aside the person blocking his way and rushed toward the medicine cabinet, recalling that he had seen some True Spirit peach wood there earlier.
With a loud bang, the small drawer containing peach wood was pulled open. The Ancient Sorcerer grabbed a handful and selected two small pieces that he had previously seen with True Spirit.
He quickly walked back to Fan Feng's side, extending his left hand to pull Fan Feng's hand away. Unbeknownst to him, the two pieces of peach wood had somehow slipped between his fingers, resembling two small daggers as they fiercely stabbed towards Fan Feng's neck.
Everyone was startled by the sudden action. Kong Ying screamed in fear. The peach wood in Tongxin Hall had been processed; while the edges were not sharp, they could still cut skin if mishandled, let alone being thrust directly at Fan Feng's neck by someone like the Ancient Sorcerer.
The Ancient Sorcerer's movements were incredibly swift, and no one at the scene expected him to act this way, so there was no time to stop him.
"Break!"
Without a doubt, the peach wood in the Ancient Sorcerer's hand pierced into Fan Feng's neck. Kong Ying covered her eyes, convinced that Fan Feng's neck and life were surely lost.
Not only Kong Ying, but Xu Zhan and others also closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing Fan Feng bleeding profusely and facing imminent death.
"I... I'm fine now."
The silence was broken by none other than Fan Feng, who had not only survived but seemed completely unharmed.
"Ah, Fan Feng, you're okay? Your neck..."
Kong Ying opened her eyes and discovered that Fan Feng was perfectly fine, fully restored to normal.
"My neck? Look."
Fan Feng tilted his head and pointed at his neck.
Kong Ying and the others looked at Fan Feng's neck and were startled again; there were two pieces of peach wood stuck in it, still trembling.
"How... how is there no blood?"
Kong Ying's face showed an expression of disbelief. Those two pieces of peach wood were clearly embedded in Fan Feng's neck, yet there was not a drop of blood!
Xu Zhan and Ma Weishi exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock. They had been practicing medicine for a lifetime and had never seen such a bizarre occurrence.
Peach wood embedded in a person's neck without bleeding? How could that be possible? They were more experienced than Kong Ying and noticed that the two dark red, snake-like "things" on Fan Feng's neck were still there, with the pieces of peach wood seemingly pinning them down.
"Ah, it won't bleed because the peach wood has only just pierced Fan Feng's epidermis, pinning down the Blood Centipede underneath."
Blood Centipede? What is a Blood Centipede?
Confusion appeared on everyone's faces; they clearly did not understand what the Ancient Sorcerer was talking about.
"This is a long story, but let's not discuss it now. The most important thing is to force these two Blood Centipedes out of Fan Feng's body first."
The Ancient Sorcerer shook his head and did not continue explaining. The two Blood Centipedes on Fan Feng's neck should actually be called Blood-Drinking Centipedes. They were a curse derived from the portrait of the Supreme Ancestor. When someone fell victim to this curse, they would develop two centipede-like entities in their throat, continuously extracting the victim's essence to grow stronger. After reaching a certain point, the two Blood Centipedes would intertwine and bite each other, blocking the person's throat and leading to suffocation.
In fact, Fan Feng was quite lucky. If he hadn't happened to come to Tongxin Hall, he might have already lost his life because this type of throat-blocking Blood Centipede curse acted quickly, taking only a few minutes. Without someone like the Ancient Sorcerer present, death would have been the only outcome.
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