Chapter 25

"Ah—" Zhang Daqiang and the others were taken aback. There was indeed a pale red line on Huang Zhendong's abdomen, extending from his navel towards his chest.

How could this be possible?

Their faces changed slightly.

Zhang Daqiang's gaze towards Ye Fei changed. He knew that this red line could not have been something Huang Zhendong told Ye Fei about.

Could it be that Ye Fei really has some supernatural abilities?

Huang Zhendong had no time to settle accounts with Zhang Daqiang and the others. He turned to Ye Fei with a tense look: "Brother Ye, this red line is the knife spirit, but I can't feel anything. I thought it was just a bruise."

He now admired Ye Fei immensely and thus believed he was indeed cursed.

"This red line doesn't hurt or itch because it's not time yet."

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes: "The bad luck you've had these past two days has been somewhat mitigated by the amulet, which kept you alive."

"But this red line, the amulet can't stop. If you had come to me one day later, you would have been in serious trouble."

Huang Zhendong was puzzled: "This red line can be fatal?"

"When the knife spirit forms, it will cut open your abdomen."

Ye Fei pointed at the red line on Huang Zhendong's body: "Once the red line reaches your heart, it will split open like a ripe melon."

"Ah—" Hearing this, Huang Zhendong was startled and looked at the red line on his abdomen in disbelief.

Lin Ruowan bit her lip tightly: "That's an exaggeration. It's not a movie. It might just be a bruise. I've never seen a wound move like that..." Before Huang Zhendong could scold her, the red line suddenly moved, extending an inch towards his heart.

This change shocked Lin Ruowan and the others.

Huang Zhendong suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and grabbed Ye Fei's hand: "Brother Ye, I was ignorant yesterday and threw away the amulet, offending you. I apologize, I apologize."

"Please help me again. I don't want to die so soon."

"I really beg you."

Yesterday, Huang Zhendong had scoffed at feng shui and divination, but now he believed in them wholeheartedly.

"Don't worry. The fact that I'm here means I will help you."

Ye Fei didn't waste any more words. He had Huang Zhendong sit in the boss's chair and then took out a silver needle to disinfect it.

"Silver needle?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine?"

"President Huang, I think you should go to the hospital for a check-up. See if it's a bruise or consult Doctor Sun Shengshou."

Lin Ruowan persisted: "To avoid delaying your treatment."

"Shut up or get out."

Huang Zhendong stopped Lin Ruowan's chatter and then looked at Ye Fei excitedly: "Brother Ye, are you going to use qi to control the needle?"

A few of his lackeys also looked excited with wide eyes.

Use qi to control the needle?

Ye Fei was taken aback: "No."

Although he had some knowledge of martial arts and medicine, he was still a beginner with a shallow foundation. He had to carefully consider each acupuncture point, let alone control the needle with qi.

"That's not right. Brother Ye, you can take on five hundred people, which means you're at least at the peak of the Yellow Realm."

Huang Zhendong scratched his head: "With that level of strength, you should be able to control the needle with qi."

Tsk, taking on five hundred people, should I tell you I ate too much ginseng fruit?

Now that the ginseng fruit has been digested, taking on a hundred people would be a challenge.

Ye Fei smacked Huang Zhendong's head: "Shut up and be still. I'm about to perform acupuncture."

"If my hand shakes and I hit the wrong spot, it could be serious."

Huang Zhendong immediately became obedient.

Ye Fei took a deep breath and picked up the silver needle, inserting it into several acupuncture points on Huang Zhendong.

The *Taiji Divine Needle*, the second form, *Bagua Spirit Breaking*.

Ye Fei moved slowly, taking three minutes to insert nine needles, but he hit all the target points.

As the silver needles were inserted, the red line stopped spreading and began to fade.

"The red line is receding, the red line is receding..." The lackeys suddenly shouted happily, as if they had won a huge lottery.

They clearly saw the red line on Huang Zhendong's body, which was approaching his heart, slowly retreat to his abdomen and then disappear.

Huang Zhendong looked down and, in surprise, found that the oppressive feeling was gone, and his pain had eased considerably.

Zhang Daqiang was also stunned. He had originally thought Ye Fei was just putting on a show, but now he realized his own narrow-mindedness.

"Brother Ye, thank you so much. I feel much lighter now."

Huang Zhendong was overjoyed: "But I have one question."

"Many of my brothers have Guan Gong's large sword at home or in their shops. Why are they safe, while I have this calamity?"

He looked puzzled: "The sword isn't an ancient artifact or a burial item."

"When they place the large sword, they also enshrine a golden statue of Guan Gong."

Ye Fei said calmly: "With Guan Gong in control, the large sword will be restrained."

"But you only placed the large sword without any restraint, so it naturally became sharp and turned into a spirit. Over time, it became a curse, and you were affected."

Huang Zhendong suddenly understood: "I see."

"Nonsense."

Lin Ruowan still refused to acknowledge Ye Fei's abilities: "I don't believe you, a son-in-law, know these things..." Before Huang Zhendong could get angry, Ye Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Daqiang: "Mr. Zhang, did you hit your waist with a hard object when you were young and suffer internal injuries from drowning?"

Zhang Daqiang was slightly taken aback, not expecting Ye Fei to ask about him. He then looked surprised: "Ah, Brother Ye, how do you know this?"

Lin Ruowan was also stunned: "Is this true?"

If it weren't for her husband, she would have thought it was a setup, as she didn't know about this.

Ye Fei smiled faintly: "When you shook hands with me, I took your pulse."

"Brother Ye is indeed a capable person. No wonder President Huang admires him so much."

Zhang Daqiang continued: "That's right. When I was young, my family was poor. I started working on a sand ship at twelve and was accidentally hit by an anchor on the waist, and I nearly drowned."

"I had to recuperate for three months before I could walk again, but there were no major issues afterward."

Huang Zhendong was even more shocked by Ye Fei, not expecting him to be skilled in martial arts, breaking curses, and diagnosing illnesses.

Ye Fei smiled faintly: "It indeed doesn't affect your daily life."

"But in the future, you should get more sunlight and pay attention to keeping warm."

"That accident, besides making you infertile, will also cause you to be partially paralyzed in old age."

He added: "If you often go to damp places, it will make you need a wheelchair sooner."

The room fell silent.

Lin Ruowan's face changed drastically, and she shouted: "What are you talking about? Don't speak if you don't understand."

"Old Zhang, let's go. This is just a charlatan, spouting nonsense."

She tried to pull her husband out of the room.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Daqiang pulled away from his wife and looked at Ye Fei in shock: "You mean I've always been infertile?"

Ye Fei took a sip of tea: "That hit caused the spermatic veins to become tortuous, leading to blood stasis and obstruction of the spermatic ducts."

"Mr. Zhang can go to the hospital for a check-up if he doesn't believe me."

Huang Zhendong chuckled: "Brother Ye could describe your childhood symptoms, and you still doubt his abilities? You must be out of your mind."

The lackeys looked at Zhang Daqiang with sympathy.

Zhang Daqiang didn't speak, but turned to stare at Lin Ruowan.

At this moment, he no longer bowed or smiled humbly, but was filled with ruthlessness and malice.

"Thump—" Lin Ruowan's heart raced: "Old Zhang, listen to me, Xiao Gang is really your son..." Zhang Daqiang kicked her out of the room, and Lin Ruowan hurriedly followed.

Huang Zhendong narrowed his eyes slightly: "A dark and windy night, a night for murder..."