The Perfect Man

Lin Xian felt awkward being alone with a man and a woman in the middle of the night, but thinking of her illness, she gritted her teeth and let Wang Shu massage her blood.

Lin Xian is slightly thinner than Yang Lan, more slender, and possesses a different kind of alluring beauty.

Wang Shu had seen his fair share of beautiful women, but few possessed a figure like Lin Xian's. However, with Yang Lan present, he certainly wouldn't dare harbor any inappropriate thoughts. While massaging her, he said, "Beautiful lady, you have quite a few ailments! Perhaps due to family reasons, you suffer from liver qi stagnation, a cold spirit, and icy limbs, not to mention your aversion to men?"

Ah!

Lin Xian hummed in agreement.

She used to be very averse to men, but after meeting Wang Shu, she suddenly felt a little restless, especially after being tricked by Wang Shu last time and not being able to sleep for several nights. Her mood improved a lot.

But how could I say something so embarrassing? I hummed in response and didn't say anything more...

Unfortunately, even after Wang Shu massaged Lin Xian for a full hour, he still couldn't get rid of her chronic ailment.

Yang Lan only has a small nodule on her chest, which is relatively simple. Lin Xian's illness has a root cause throughout her body; cold energy is constantly accumulating, making it much more difficult to treat...

It seemed that if the massage continued, both of them would become extremely awkward. After a while, Lin Xian pushed Wang Shu away and struggled to sit up: "Wang Shu, my illness is a bit complicated, let's take it slow!"

Row!

Wang Shu was a very casual person: "Okay, I'll be there whenever you need me." He got up and walked out of the bedroom. Yang Lan even asked, "Why did it take so long?"

"It's a bit tricky, we'll have to take it slow," Wang Shu said. "Can I borrow your car keys? I'm going back now."

"What are you going back for?" Yang Lan asked quickly when she saw Lin Xian still dressed. "Aren't you going out in the middle of the night? Come stay at my place for the night." After saying that, she pulled Wang Shu out of the house and into her villa.

It was almost 2 a.m., and after Yang Lan had fallen asleep, Wang Shu came out of Yang Lan's room.

Just as I stepped out the door, my phone rang: "Who the hell is calling in the middle of the night?"

Wang Shu glanced at the caller ID and didn't recognize it. He first climbed over Yang Lan's wall before answering the phone. A woman's voice came from the other end: "Wang Shu, it's me."

what?

Wang Shu was startled: "Yun Shu, why are you up so early?"

"I haven't slept all night, where are you? Could you come here for a moment?"

Wang Shu: "...I'll be there soon."

Yang Lan and Yang Yunshu's villas are next to each other. I stepped into Yang Yunshu's villa with one leg. When I got inside, my head went buzzing.

Yang Yunshu was still wearing the same clothes as last night, sitting in the living room with a remote control in her hand. Opposite her was a television, but there was no program; the screen was emitting an annoying crackling noise.

Yang Yunshu saw Wang Shu, her expression indifferent, and pointed to the sofa beside her: "Sit." After Wang Shu sat down, she asked, "Wang Shu, I have a question for you. What exactly is my illness?"

Looking at Yang Yunshu's miserable expression, Wang Shu felt a pang of sadness and slowly said, "This isn't an illness, it's a kind of evil magic."

metaphysics.

You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you, so let me give you a simple explanation.

This is a mysterious art, an ancient esoteric art of theft, specializing in stealing other people's things—vital energy, memories, knowledge—it can do everything.

The spell you've been afflicted with is called Blood Stealing Technique. Its principle is to carve your birth date and time onto a straw doll or rag doll, place it within a forbidden spell, and the caster can drain your life force by activating an ancient incantation. The more you consume, the more is stolen, and eventually you'll become a pile of bones and die—and it's not just you; after you die, it'll probably be Yang Lan's turn.”

"That amazing?"

Yang Yunshu's expression finally changed, and she suddenly stood up from the sofa: "But who would steal my and my sister's blood essence?"

Wang Shu gave a cold laugh: "Think carefully, who will benefit most after you die?"

"Of course, it's most beneficial to my brother and his family, no, and also to my brother-in-law Su Sheng."

Yang Yunshu answered without hesitation.

Wang Shu remained silent, but Yang Yunshu was startled by what she said: "You mean my brother-in-law or my brother is plotting against us?"

Wang Shu nodded: "I can only say they are the most important suspects, believe it or not." Yang Yunshu exclaimed: "That terrifying? How can such a thing exist in the world? How can it be cracked?"

Wang Shu looked at Yang Yunshu: "This kind of Xuanmen Taoist technique is very powerful. A master can plant a thieving seed in your body in a very short time, just by looking at you. But the person who used the thieving technique only learned the incomplete method, otherwise you would have died long ago."

Because it is a flawed technique, it has a drawback: when performing the theft technique, it is impossible to determine the heat properties within the recipient's body.

So, the last time I made you drink a bottle of poison, all of which was stolen by the thief who took it himself.

However, I don't know how skilled this person is. If he is highly skilled, he might harm you in the future.

"A complete cure is simple: just kill the one who performed the ritual. I'll handle that. If you experience binge eating or drinking again, call me immediately."

The so-called binge eating and drinking refers to the extreme hunger that occurs after being under this spell. You keep eating, but it's no use; if you don't eat, you'll be starving.

If taken to the hospital, it will be diagnosed as hyperthyroidism, and the condition will become more serious, leading to organ failure and eventually death from exhaustion of vital energy.

Yang Yunshu nodded: "Okay, I'll definitely call you if anything happens. Wang Shu, to repay your life-saving grace, I'd like to invite you for a few drinks. Would you do me the honor?"

Wang Shu was so careless. He had just drunk some wine, why was he drinking again? He didn't think much of it and, unable to bear seeing his former lover so sad, nodded: "Then thank you very much."

Yang Yunshu quickly brought out two glasses of wine from the room and handed one to Wang Shu: "Please."

If it were anyone else, Wang Shu definitely wouldn't have drunk it, but since it was Yang Yunshu in front of him, Wang Shu didn't hesitate and picked up the wine glass to drink it all in one gulp.

What the hell!

After downing a glass of wine, Wang Shu knew something was wrong. He tried to run, but it was too late. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the side.

Yang Yunshu held her wine glass and looked at Wang Shu. Just as Wang Shu collapsed, she put the glass down on the coffee table, stepped forward, hugged Wang Shu, and laid him down on the sofa. Then she stared at Wang Shu for a while, saying, "I'm sorry, no matter if you are him or not, I have to see you."

Upon seeing the mark on Wang Shu's body, Yang Yunshu's vision went black and she almost fainted.

Because she knew that Wang Shu had a mark on him, a mark that only she knew. Although many years had passed and Wang Shu's appearance had changed, that mark could never be changed...

Yang Yunshu could tell at a glance that this person was Wang Yan, the one she had been thinking about day and night.