The King of Curses

Chapter 296 Red Rose and White Rose

Ma Jing felt dizzy.

Ever since she stepped into this magical land, she had always felt like she couldn't breathe, as if a heavy rock was piled on her chest.

Because she is too weak and shouldn't be in such a place.

Afterwards, she met the Marrow Candle Monk who was possessed by another huge consciousness. Even she could see that the one who blocked their way was the rumored Meng Huafan.

The owner of this ship is her nightmare, the big boss of the dark world...

At this time, she was so frightened that she almost fainted; and when she heard An Zhizhen say "her accusation", Ma Jing had lost the ability to think.

The big guys don't have to worry about being retaliated against. Even if they do something arrogant, they can get away with it. But she is different! A grain of sand falling from their fingers could be a mountain pressing down on her.

"Ma Jing, go and identify it."

In a trance, she heard Consultant An say to her:

"Find him...?"

"Yes, we will let him heal you and avenge you."

"We still have to distinguish right from wrong."

The marrow candle monk at the side said calmly.

"Whoever is the perpetrator should be punished."

"Mr. Meng, do you think she is qualified to be the perpetrator?"

Upon hearing this, the other party looked at Ma Jing and actually nodded.

Ma Jing just looked at them blankly.

"Don't worry, you won't be retaliated against. If Mr. Meng still has his subordinates around him, it's hard to say; but now he is the only one who knows you. Such a big shot won't be so petty."

After hearing what Cen Dongsheng said, she plucked up her courage and looked back at the monk Suizhu. Seeing the flickering fire in his pupils, she couldn't help but shiver and quickly lowered her head again.

"Of course. After today, I can't even remember you."

The marrow candle monk flicked his fingers, and an illusory light and shadow emerged, with human faces flashing in front of the woman.

……

"……No."

A few minutes later, the light and shadow disappeared. Ma Jing murmured:

"They...are none of them."

"Oh?"

The Marrow Candle Monk was not angry at being questioned by the low-level spell-forbidden master. He just replied calmly:
"I have shown you all the Wuxiang Sect members currently on this ship."

"I remember, I remember..."

Ma Jing's voice became lower and lower.

"That person... is a woman. The doctor is a woman. Wait, the doctor... is a woman?"

In the end, she couldn't even be sure of her own words, her pupils trembled, and she covered her face in pain.

Everyone looked at each other.

"There seems to be something wrong with this lady's brain. She has memory disorder."

The Marrow Candle Monk tapped his temple.

"Mr. Meng, I heard that you have great knowledge in medicine. Can you examine her?"

"In the field of spirit and memory, Consultant An is an expert. You should come."

The two special curse masters flattered each other, but neither of them had any intention of taking action.

Only Ma Jing knelt on the ground, whimpering.

……

"The dinner is ready, and I look forward to your arrival."

The Marrow Candle Monk nodded slightly to the crowd; then, the fire in his pupils went out, and the skinny puppet fell down in an instant and never got up again.

It turned out that the host's consciousness had long disappeared from this body, leaving only a corpse.

*
"Mirage Lord..."

On the way back, my elder sister was filled with emotion.

"It seems to be very worthwhile for research. Although the laboratory has captured many ghosts, modern ghosts are completely different from ancient gods and demons. It must be extremely special to have survived from tens of thousands of years ago. Hey, Dongsheng, should we try to get one?"

"Where can I get it?"

Cen Dongsheng felt helpless.

"This is an opportunity that belongs to King Ji Le. I'm afraid it's a unique case in this world."

"We just happened to meet him before, that Loujia. He is an evil god. If we can win him over to our side, it will be much more prestigious than the Mirage Lord."

"Ah? Evil God? How is this possible..."

Cen Dongsheng just thought it was a fantasy.

"I believe in you, Dongsheng, and use your strange charm that has nowhere to go."

An Zhizhen said with a smile.

"——Charm for strong women."

“…I wish I had something like that.”

He couldn't help but complain.

But then again, all those top female spell-casters he knew in his previous life were indeed slowly gathering around him.

But this is only due to the experience of the reborn person and coincidence of chance. It is hard to say that it is his own ability.

……

They returned to the lower deck entrance.

Before leaving, Ma Jing, who had been following the three people like a zombie in a daze, suddenly spoke.

“Wait, please wait a moment…!”

"how?"

Cen Dongsheng turned around and saw her kneeling down without hesitation again.

"I, I...thank you for your kindness, Advisor An. I didn't dare to ask for too much, but, but..."

"You still want to find that enemy? You should have heard just now that he is not on this ship."

"no no……"

Ma Jing covered her head with her hands, her face twisted.

"I……"

"It seems to me that you have been lying all along."

"I, I'm lying..."

An Zhizhen seemed to be looking down at her with pity, but the words that came out of Tan's mouth were cold.

"You can't even believe your own words, how can I believe you?"

After an awkward silence, Ma Jing suddenly shouted:
"Also, there is another way...! There is something wrong with my brain! It's the Wuxiang Sect's fault. They like to conduct human experiments. That's why I forget a lot of important things...! It's not my fault... Just pry open my skull..."

She was so anxious that she started banging her forehead against the ground, "bang bang bang!", splashing blood. When she raised her head again, it had become a bloody mess.

"Yunmei, can you help?"

Cen Dongsheng felt that she was quite pitiful. Although she had concealed it from them, it seemed that she had no choice at the moment, so he turned to the girl next to him. "Am I an X-ray in the hospital... Well, I can be."

Jiang Yunmei sighed.

The mere ability of perspective and the all-powerful clairvoyance are naturally included. But girls usually don't activate this ability.

It is not very friendly to the eyes to always see the scenes inside the human body; besides, she is not a perverted voyeur.

Anyway, it is not necessary under normal circumstances. If you just want to observe the strength and nature of the spell-caster, it is more convenient to observe the flow of true qi in the body: it requires another perspective, which is an observation at the "energy" rather than "physiological" level.

“But I have to know the normal brain first before I can tell the diseased brain.”

"I can go find ..."

"No need for that. Dongsheng, you wouldn't have forgotten who I was before I became a curse master, right?"

"Ah, that's right."

Cen Dongsheng clapped his hands.

"Sister Zhizhen used to be a doctor, and she has made great achievements in academics. You just need to pass on the images you 'saw' to her."

My elder sister also secretly conducted human experiments...well, that's another topic.

"Okay, since both of you said so."

Jiang Yunmei took a look at it and was suddenly stunned.

"What? Is there anything strange?"

"It seems that Miss An doesn't need to take action."

The girl seemed to find it unbelievable and answered softly:
"Because there is no brain in this woman's head. It is completely empty."

*
After the truth was revealed to her face, Ma Jing fell into madness and was on the verge of collapse. She was taken away by the members of the Super Working Committee who arrived later.

"A person cannot live without a heart, but this woman doesn't even have a brain, yet she can still think and act like a normal person. This is most likely related to Meng Huafan's ability..."

Cen Dongsheng looked at the woman's departing back, thoughtful.

Unlike several other ancestors, King Ji Le's representative ability has not been made public to the outside world, and is called "The Endless Sea of ​​Bitterness" by the Chinese Association of Forbidden Masters (tentative name).

The sea of ​​suffering is generally a metaphor for endless suffering, referring to the troubles and sufferings in this world; and there is another similar word, which is "fire house".

The boundless sea of ​​suffering and the blazing house, this is the real world. From the perspective of the spirit and the body, the sea of ​​suffering and the burning house obviously refer to the latter, because what the practitioners pursue is often spiritual transcendence, leaving only the body.

Compared to the absolute control of the mind by the Philosopher King, the ability of "Endless Sea of ​​Bitterness" is said to be the transformation of the body...

Although Cen Dongsheng had heard about the tricks here a long time ago, he still found it amazing when he actually saw it with his own eyes.

Moreover, this method is destined to be just the tip of the iceberg of King Ji Le; most of his abilities were reversely inferred by later researchers through the methods displayed by members of Wuxiang Sect and Hongfenyu.

"There are so many secrets on this ship."

……

Let’s put Ma Jing’s matter aside for now.

Before the banquet officially started tonight, there were no other trivial matters to disturb them.

Not only the Chao Working Committee and Cen Dongsheng received the invitation, but also Zhang Shidao, who were acquaintances - and most importantly, there was no way Sister Qingyan was missing.

But at this moment, Cen Dongsheng decided not to think about it. At this moment, his eyes were only on An Zhizhen.

The elder sister stood in front of the mirror and examined her makeup for the last time.

The woman's slender fingers gently stroked the diamond earrings on her earlobes, and her silk dress rose and fell slightly with her steady breathing.

This deep burgundy evening gown, every inch of fabric perfectly fits her graceful figure. The back of the gown is boldly open to the waist, revealing her smooth skin, which is faintly visible, showing the charm of a mature woman.

Cen Dongsheng stood behind her, admiring the beautiful scenery, and then took the initiative to put on a prepared veil for her to cover the skin on her back so that others could not see it.

When the elder sister saw this, a smile appeared between her brows, as if she thought the man's behavior was very cute.

An Zhizhen's crystal earlobes were almost translucent under the light, revealing a faint blood color. Her lips were a bright red, like cherries soaked in clear water. The lines of the hollows of her shoulders and neck were soft, like delicate piles of snow.

Cen Dongsheng put his arms around her waist from behind, then slowly put his hands over her, grabbed the woman's hand, crossed her fingers, and put them together.

A woman's fingers are slender, with distinct knuckles, and feel like jade, warm and beautiful.

The curve from the waist to the hips wrapped in the dress was full and attractive, yet smooth and natural, like the curve of a sand dune being caressed by the wind. Being so close to this voluptuous body made him very angry.

Further down the slender legs are the feet that have not yet changed into high heels. The lines of the arches are beautiful, and when the instep is straightened, the blood vessels under the skin are light blue.

Cen Dongsheng looked at her whole body from top to bottom, almost greedily. Not a single part of her was imperfect.

Even though he was qualified to play with her carefully in bed every night, he was still stunned by her beauty and charm and could never get tired of looking at her.

At this time, the only person who could disturb him was——

Cen Dongsheng's heart moved slightly, and he felt a familiar person approaching.

The person who was not supposed to come has come, and he is the only one qualified to welcome him.

The man's big hand lingered on An Zhizhen's flat abdomen, and he said reluctantly:

"Qingyan is here. I thought she was too lazy to participate in this kind of event..."

"Because you are here."

The elder sister laughed, “Haha,” not surprised.

"Okay, go pick her up."

……

Cen Dongsheng walked out of the door quickly.

He was still thinking about An Zhizhen's stunning outfit.

As for Sister Qingyan, she had not planned to come after receiving the invitation. She was not interested in such things and was just waiting for Cen Dongsheng to invite her.

But when she heard that her brother was going to attend the banquet and be a guest of honor, she quickly changed her mind.

Walking through the corridor and on the way to the hall, the light from the crystal chandeliers cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire VIP passage in a dazzling golden halo.

——The beautiful girl in pure white was standing there, waiting for his arrival.

Yi Qingyan also changed into a dress, a white satin dress, the hem of which hung on the carpet like condensed moonlight.

When the girl saw Cen Dongsheng coming out, she looked surprised.

Before he could see clearly, she lifted her skirt and walked towards him actively and happily like a deer jumping in the woods, and in the blink of an eye she threw herself into his arms.

“Qingyan…”

Before Cen Dongsheng could finish his words, the beautiful girl took the initiative to kiss him.

Compared to her elder sister's gorgeous lips, Yi Qingyan's lips are the color of lily of the valley petals soaked in clean water.

When kissing, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like thin grass bent by the wind, and her pupils were moist and shiny, like broken silver floating on the water.

Cen Dongsheng's gaze moved downwards.

Observing closely, one could see that the girl's skin was flawless, like porcelain covered with a thin layer of frost; the lines of her neck and shoulders were delicate and exquisite.

Her graceful black hair fell down, and the light from above her head moved between them, casting very light shadows on her nose and eye sockets, like ink marks on rice paper.

After a long time, the lips parted.

Yi Qingyan blushed and whispered:
"I miss you so much, brother..."

"We haven't seen each other for just two days, right?"

"Even so, I still miss you."

The hot warmth came from my arms, resonating with my heart, and there was a sense of attachment in the stability.

At this moment, Yi Qingyan was the only one left in Cen Dongsheng's eyes.

(End of this chapter)