Chapter 11: Curse

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The Yan family’s villa was located in the mountains. It was made of natural mountains and rivers and was decorated with various rare plants.

As soon as Qi Ying arrived nearby, she felt a very comfortable feeling. The cultivation of witches also relied on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and this was a very good place to cultivate.

Her intuition was getting stronger.

Cui Yu eagerly opened the car door for her. “Sister Qi Ying, this is the place.”

The Yan family’s villa was a classic Japanese-style building. It was all made of wood. Qi Ying frowned as she looked at the wind chimes under the eaves of the wooden pillars.

Wooden objects could attract spiritual energy and strengthen spells. Sometimes, they were even more useful than crystal products.

When they reached the hall, Old Master Yan, Yan Hong, came out to welcome them.

Yan Hong was already 80 years old this year. Although his hair was white, his body still looked very strong.

“Miss Qi, sorry to trouble you.” He nodded slightly at Qi Ying.

Qi Ying also nodded slightly.

The Qi family members also stood behind Yan Hong and sized up this witch with powerful spiritual power.

She was wearing a simple school uniform and no makeup. Her hair had not been modified at all, but it was long and black. It shone under the light.

The most beautiful thing was her beautiful cat eyes. With just one look, he felt that he could not hide from her.

As expected of a powerful solo witch, her bearing was also so extraordinary.

“There’s no time to lose. I’ll go and see the patient first.” Qi Ying did not like to be polite and went straight to the point.

Yan Hong did not say anything else and brought Qi Ying to Yan Huai’s room.

The room was filled with the strong smell of medicine and alcohol disinfectant. All kinds of medical equipment were operating non-stop. The room was very quiet. Only the beeping sound of the heartbeat detector indicated that the owner of the room was still alive.

In the room, Yan Huai was lying quietly in a white hospital gown.

His eyes were closed, and his cheeks looked a little thin due to his long-term serious illness, but his facial features were very exquisite.

He was like a sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed awake.

This sentence suddenly flashed across Qi Ying’s mind. She shook her head and let this strange thought leave her mind.

Although there didn’t seem to be anything unusual here, she could still feel that something was wrong. Her spirit medium had been shouting crazily the moment she stepped into the room.

There was a very strong aura of a deceased person here, but this aura did not come from Yan Huai.

Qi Ying walked around Yan Huai and gently pulled Yan Huai’s right hand out of the blanket to take a closer look.

“Do you have candles?” Qi Ying looked up and asked.

Everyone quickly took a red candle and a lighter.

Qi Ying turned off the light, lit the candle, and began to chant.

Everyone held their breaths and focused.

There seemed to be a faint breeze in the room, and the flame of the candle fluttered gently.

When Qi Ying walked to Yan Huai’s side with the candle, the candle was instantly extinguished.

Everyone was shocked. They did not know if they should turn on the lights.

In the darkness, only the string of amethysts in Qi Ying’s hand glowed, but they were wrapped in an unknown fog.

“Alright, turn on the lights,” said Qi Ying.

The lights were turned on, but nothing changed in the room in front of him.

“Miss Qi, do you have a conclusion?” Yan Hong asked.

Qi Ying nodded gently. “Yes, but there’s one more thing I need you to confirm.”

Qi Ying took out a deck of tarot cards and shuffled and cut them on the table beside her. The tarot cards flew around in her hands, dazzling people.

“Mr. Yan, please think about Mr. Yan Huai’s problem and draw three cards from it.”

Yan Hong nodded and picked three cards from the deck and placed them on the table.

She flipped open the cards. They were “Devil”, “Tower”, and “Death”.

Yan Hong looked at the ominous card and could not help but shiver. Although he did not know divination, the words did not have a good meaning.

“Miss Qi, may I ask what the meaning of these three cards is? Can you explain it?”

Qi Ying frowned and flipped through the cards. From time to time, she would look up at Yan Huai, as if she was conflicted about how to speak.

“Miss Qi, if it’s a deadlock that can’t be resolved, there’s no harm in saying so. After all, we’ve been…”

Qi Ying looked at the old man in front of her and slowly said, “Mr. Yan Huai is actually dead.”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. What? He was already dead? Then what was going on with the vital signs that were maintained now?

Cui Yu was a little anxious. “Sister Qi Ying, is there still hope?”