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Xu Zi's eyes were somewhat dazed.
His own family had actually become wealthy through such Evil Practices. Moreover, from what that sorcerer implied, this Sheng Ji even required the sacrifice of one's own blood relatives to achieve success. No wonder they had been so eager to have children in recent years, and insisted on having boys.
So that was the reason.
The more he thought about it, the worse his expression became. The others were whispering among themselves.
"When did Tongcheng have such a fool?"
"I don't know, Old Wu, do you recognize him?"
"Don’t be ridiculous, Fang Yuan! I've never even heard of him!"
Zuo Ci paid no attention to their chatter. He simply looked at Xu Zi and said with a smile, "Xu Zi, I have a way to break this Sheng Ji, but do you really want to hear it? This Sheng Ji is a substitute death method. Zang Sheng Ji is the Intercepting Fortune Technique. Both are considered very powerful feng shui arrangements that only a Feng Shui Master can set up."
Xu Zi's heart was in turmoil. If he were to treat his relative, who would be his target? Would it be me? Such a terrifying relative... do I really want to save them?
After pondering for a moment, Xu Zi suddenly smiled. He turned to the others and said, "Everyone has worked hard. I, Xu Bin, am not a petty person. Each of you will receive fifty thousand as travel expenses!"
It was clear that Xu Zi was trying to send them away. The others were pleased by this. For the sake of money, they had offended a Feng Shui Master. It wasn't worth it. They looked at Zuo Ci with mocking expressions, thinking, foolish boy, let’s see how long you can last.
Once the crowd dispersed, Xu Zi stayed behind with Zuo Ci. Zuo Ci understood that Xu Zi had ulterior motives.
In a low voice, Xu Zi asked, "Daoist, will this Shu Fa have any impact on me?"
Of course, it would! Zuo Ci nodded in response.
Dark energy swirled around Xu Zi's brow, and blood clouds loomed overhead—an obvious sign that disaster was approaching. This Zang Sheng Ji was too domineering and different from other Sheng Ji techniques.
The Intercepting Fortune Technique was indeed against the heavens. Anyone who practiced such a Shu Fa without great blessings would have to use their own life force to exchange for protection from calamities, allowing others to bear the misfortunes for them.
Clearly, Xu Hongfa's shield was his offspring. These direct bloodlines could indeed fulfill that role.
"Am I going to die?" Xu Zi exclaimed in terror.
Within seven days, Xu Zi would surely meet his end on the streets! Zuo Ci was not exaggerating.
Thud!
Xu Bin trembled and knelt down, grasping Zuo Ci's sleeve. "I beg you, Daoist, please save me!"
Forty million was the price to break the Sheng Ji curse.
Zuo Ci feigned difficulty and said, "However, to help you avert this disaster and resolve your troubles, this price... well, it seems a bit..."
Xu Zi was not foolish; he realized that Zuo Ci was raising the stakes.
He whispered, "I only ask for your help, Daoist. I am willing to offer eighty million, double the amount. What do you think, Daoist?"
"Oh dear, Xu Zi, why must you go to such lengths?" Zuo Ci said with a bright smile as he helped Xu Zi to his feet. "Exorcising demons and dispelling disasters is part of my duty as a Poor Dao. However, since you and your esteemed one share a Bloodline Kinship, if I assist you in resolving this calamity, I cannot guarantee the safety of your esteemed one's life and fortune!"
"Let him die!" Xu Zi's face twisted with a hint of ferocity. "I thought my mother had succumbed to some stubborn illness, but it turns out this Old Coffin Liner is to blame. Does he still wish to live? Ha!"
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