Feng Wei couldn't see anything, but he could sense a bit of fear.

"Wen Yan, this person seems to be alive, walking the Nether Path..."

"He's almost dead, can't worry about much, don't worry, I hit him a bit hard, he won't wake up for a while."

Feng Wei hesitated to speak, but ultimately felt that Wen Yan made a lot of sense.

Feng Wei led the way, taking Wen Yan into the desolate tomb, and when they disappeared out of sight, the tomb closed behind them.

The people behind were slow to arrive, the Little Green Snake slithered quickly to the tomb, looking at the closed tomb with a dazed expression.

"It's over, my transformation ran away."

When the villagers caught up, the Little Green Snake climbed up a tree, flicking its tongue.

"Why chase, didn't you hear to ask Sister Ye? You don't trust strangers, but don't you trust Sister Ye?

Besides, Brother Ye is about to die, is he going to harm Brother Ye?

Are you stupid?"

The Little Green Snake wobbled away, not too worried, its thinking was simple, those Sister Ye believed in, plus that person's Yang Energy was comfortable, surely not a bad person, there must be a reason for this.

The villagers were somewhat embarrassed being looked down upon by the Little Green Snake.

Actually, they didn't think Wen Yan was trying to harm Brother Ye.

Brother Ye's curse was erupting, they didn't dare to approach.

They understood that Wen Yan might want to save Brother Ye, and they wanted to as well, but the conflict in their hearts was, if Brother Ye didn't die, what if the curse changed?

The elderly weren't afraid of dying, but they worried about affecting their children.

With good policies now, their children could go to school, see the world, perhaps like Ye, have a chance to escape these things, these curses.

Yes, the villagers didn't understand why Big Sister Ye's curse didn't erupt.

Ultimately, the only possible reason they could find was that Big Sister Ye went to college, worked at a government unit, and was an official worker with a permanent position.

This was the only difference between Big Sister Ye and the others, they felt Big Sister Ye was protected because of this identity.

All children in the village are enrolled, none drop out.

Mischief could be tolerated, laziness could be tolerated, but not studying well was absolutely not tolerated.

They felt it truly related to life and death.

If punished for other things, neighbors might persuade a bit.

If punished for skipping classes or such, even the family's dog would help bite the rope used for beating.

Now when such things appeared, someone immediately called Big Sister Ye, explaining the situation, asking what was really happening.

Within the Nether Path, as Wen Yan took Brother Ye inside, the black mist on Brother Ye surged more violently.

From all directions, vast amounts of black mist seemed to continuously converge.

This quantity far exceeded what could be seen in the village, no wonder Big Sister Ye specifically warned him against walking the Nether Path, probably knowing it was no good.

Wen Yan raised his head, gave a slap on Brother Ye, and the Explosive Great Sun directly blessed him.

It was like a Great Sun exploded in the Nether Path, Brother Ye's active surface black mist suddenly seemed to enter a state of fatigue, immediately wilting.

The converging black mist seemed to lose its target, only a small portion penetrated through the vast Yang Energy onto Brother Ye.

After settling, the new black mist entered the same wilting state as before.

Seeing this, Wen Yan smirked, now completely confirmed that the curse's power, aside from being difficult to thoroughly dispel, was quite ordinary.

He already had some suspicions.

When they came out from the Nether Path, Wen Yan's phone rang.

Big Sister Ye called.

"Hey, Wen Yan? You took my brother down the Nether Path? Are you okay?" Big Sister Ye's voice was very tense.

"No problem, your brother is temporarily fine, won't die soon, Big Sister Ye, you should rest well, no need to worry for now."

Wen Yan carrying Brother Ye out of Old Zhao's Basement, Old Zhao stared at Brother Ye, silently stepping back a few steps.

"This guy offended many people, what kind of deep hatred resulted in such a strong curse."

As Old Zhao retreated, he lamented.

Wen Yan hearing this understood Old Zhao's online persona was about to appear.

"Really a curse?"

"Heard of Bone-Clutching Ulcer?

This was once called an ulcer, penetrating blood and bone marrow, can be passed to future generations.

Kind of like your so-called genetic diseases now.

All descendants carry it, but it may not manifest.

Those not manifesting will also pass it to the next generation.

The next generation may manifest instead.

This curse can't be dispelled, at best it just doesn't erupt."

"No solution?"

"Just can't be dispelled, not necessarily deadly, back when King of Qin... uh..." Old Zhao said, suddenly looking confused.

"What about King of Qin? Don't leave sentences unfinished, Old Zhao? Old Zhao?"

"What's up?" Old Zhao's gaze was like that of five brothers, full of wisdom.

Wen Yan sighed.

"Nothing."

He looked at the five brothers hiding in the corner.

"You guys help look after Old Zhao, next time Old Zhao says something, write it down, tell me, I'll treat you to a feast."

Wen Yan carrying Brother Ye left Old Zhao's Family, shouting to his own people.