The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 838 - 664 Emperor Ying Furious【12 more】

Job finished the call, feeling very anxious.

In the past, Xize would fall into a deep sleep every month due to his physical condition.

But nothing like this had ever happened before.

What’s going on?

**

When Xize woke up again, it was already evening.

He propped himself up on the bed, still feeling some lingering dizziness, as if he’d been hit a dozen times.

Xize couldn’t help but hiss, mumbling, "Who hit me?"

A cold and calm voice sounded in his ear: "Still dizzy?"

Xize was somewhat unresponsive.

Ying Zijin’s voice was gentle as she spoke again, "Xize, look at me."

It was only then that Xize came to his senses, still somewhat confused. He raised his head blankly, "Boss?"

Why was his boss here?

What had happened just now?

Beside him, Job was still shaken, "Master, you fainted this morning. The medical instruments couldn’t find any cause for your condition."

"I called Miss Ying to come and treat you, that’s the only reason you’ve woken up."

He saw that Ying Zijin didn’t use the traditional gold and silver needles of ancient medicine but instead used a set of Tarot Cards to treat Xize.

Job was very puzzled.

He had no idea what was going on.

"Ah, boss, I’ve troubled you again," Xize rubbed his temples, fatigue evident in his voice, "Maybe my body’s really starting to fail."

Alchemy had altered the speed of his cell division, but one day, all the cells would still die.

Xize knew that on that day, he would meet his end.

"It’s not that your body’s failing," Ying Zijin looked up, "You’ve been cursed, didn’t you know?"

Xize was instantly awake, startled, "Cursed?"

A curse in the West is called "Sha" in the Hua Country.

Both are essentially the same—curses.

Ying Zijin nodded, "After the ball ended that day, who all did you come into contact with?"

Xize’s mind was still a bit fuzzy. He made an effort to recall, "Aside from your boyfriend and his staff, I haven’t seen anyone else. What’s really going on with me..."

He held his head, trying to dispel the dizziness.

"Bear with it, it’s just been lifted. It’ll take a while to get better," Ying Zijin said calmly, "Don’t bother thinking about it. I’ll check it myself."

She reshuffled the Tarot Cards and quickly selected three cards.

Xize, knowing nothing about divination, could only watch.

A few seconds later, Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Quite skilled."

An ordinary Fortune Teller needs the target’s birth date and time to cast a curse.

Xize’s true birthdate was known only to her and Norton.

Even so, he had still been cursed.

This indicated that the Fortune Teller who cast the curse had abilities on par with Di Wu Chuan.

Definitely Elder-level.

"Boss, what curse did she put on me?" Xize took a deep breath, "I have no strength at all."

"In Hua Country, it’s called ’Peach Blossom Curse,’" Ying Zijin explained, "You’ve been struck by a Peach Blossom Curse, you’ll only ever be able to be around one woman in your lifetime. If you stay too far from her, your bodily functions will start to decline."

"Meanwhile, you’ll slowly fall in love with her, relying on her to live."

Xize broke out in a cold sweat, "That’s terrifying."

How is this different from being a puppet?

"Yes, Peach Blossom Curse is very common. Most people would just think they’re sick and wouldn’t consider anything else," Ying Zijin’s voice was indifferent, "But the Peach Blossom Curse you have is the most severe, the reactions will be intense."

Xize pressed his head, weakly, "Boss, is this also why you divined that I don’t have a girlfriend?"

"No, it was an accident," Ying Zijin stood up and raised an eyebrow, "Besides, who knows, you might have a girlfriend."

Xize was stunned, raising his head.

Ying Zijin had already left the room.

"Boss, where are you going? You haven’t finished your sentence."

The girl’s voice floated in from the distance, icy and cold, "To get revenge for you."

Xize was taken aback, those words pulled him back to a hundred years ago.

Back then, he had also been bullied, and his boss had said these four words before bringing the bullies in front of him.

Ever since then, he had sworn.

He swore to follow Ying Zijin for life.

Never abandoning, never giving up, until the end of his life.

After all these years, nothing had changed.

Xize leaned back on the bed, silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head, "Job, what did my boss mean by that sentence?"

"Which sentence?"

"Saying I might have a girlfriend."

This sentence was very important to Xize.

"Uh..." Job paused, then tactfully advised, "Master, you should focus on recovering your health first. Given your current condition, even Miss Rita, who danced with you the other night, could knock you down with one hand."

Xize: "..."

He gloomily pulled the covers over his head.

**

It was very late at night.

Many of the lights in the small town had gone out.

In that wooden cabin, the old woman hadn’t gone to bed. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

She wore reading glasses, reading a book by the light.

Holly wasn’t there tonight, only the old woman was present.

The heavy wooden door suddenly made a creaking sound, but no footsteps followed.

The old woman turned pale, "Who’s there?!"

She whipped around, the light in the room illuminating a girl’s stunning face.

The girl’s beauty was striking, possessing an aggressive charm, full of oppression.

The old woman’s eyes narrowed but showed no fear, her body relaxing, "I wondered who it was, turns out to be a young girl from the East, quite a rare guest."

She had once fought with Eastern Diviners, ending in mutual ruin, neither side gaining the upper hand.

She had to admit, in terms of divination, the East was stronger.

But how powerful could a girl not even twenty be?

"Girl, didn’t your elders warn you not to provoke me?" The old woman slowly stood up, her moss-green pupils flashing sharply, "How come no one told you my name after you became a Fortune Teller?"

Entering her domain without permission, no matter who Ying Zijin’s mentor was, she would show no mercy.

"Freya Jones," Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I know your name, your ancestors were all fortune tellers, but unfortunately were labeled ’witches’ in the Middle Ages and were slaughtered by the Heretical Inquisition."

"Because you were a descendant of a collateral line, you escaped by chance and started studying evil divination, using it to enhance your abilities. Now, you’ve become a ’witch’ yourself."

"Shut up!" The old woman’s expression changed instantly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What witch?!"

Fortune Tellers hated being called "witch" the most. It reminded them of the three-hundred-year-long witch hunts.

The old woman felt guilty because she indeed did not follow the righteous path.

"You must have just entered the Path, right? Do you know about the Diviner?" The old woman laughed coldly, "It was predicted long ago that all Witch Sorcerers would be completely dead by 1780, where do you get witch from?"

"After casting the Peach Blossom Curse, you lost quite a bit of life force," Ying Zijin’s eyelashes lowered, "Moreover, the karma you altered, part of the Sinful Force will return to your relatives."

"Nonsense, clearly you haven’t honed your skills. Yes, I cast the Peach Blossom Curse on Xize. So what, do you like him too? Is that why you came here personally?" The old woman sneered.

"Too bad, my granddaughter has set her sights on him, I’ve decided to take him for her."

The old woman took a step closer, "Young girl, before I get angry, I advise you to leave. Otherwise, you won’t be able to leave soon."

Ying Zijin was calm, "You can try."

The old woman’s face darkened, "Insolent!"

She pinched three Tarot Cards between her fingers and raised her hand.

The wind blew from the window, causing the candle flames to flicker wildly.

Everything was eerily quiet.

But, in the next second, before the old woman could act, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her divination ability had vanished at that moment.

The old woman was filled with shock.

She could sense that this wasn’t an ordinary disappearance.

This was absolute suppression within the same domain!

Only a Fortune Teller far stronger than her could suppress her to the extent that her divination abilities vanished.

Even in Hua Country, there wasn’t a single Fortune Teller who could completely suppress her.

The old woman sharply raised her head, an unbelievable thought crossing her mind, "No... impossible, you, you can’t..."

"Such boldness," Ying Zijin’s voice was calm, "How dare a Fortune Teller in Europe cast a divination curse on someone under my protection."

She let out a cold laugh, her gaze icy, "Your ancestor wouldn’t have had the guts."

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