A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

The moment the spiritual energy, wrapped in a hard black mist, struck the doll, it exploded violently as if by lightning.

The black aura that originally surrounded the two dolls was instantly shattered by Zhou Ruo's spiritual black aura.

At the same time, the black energy that Zhou Ruo had collected exploded in the air and slowly dissipated.

At the same time, inside the main room of Wude Courtyard, Zhao Jinzhong, who was screaming in agony, suddenly stopped.

His eyes were fixed, as if he were sensing a strong change within his body.

He felt the force that had been binding his legs for so long gradually loosen and then gather upwards.

Once it reaches the stomach, it begins to tear and rip inside.

Zhao Jinzhong felt a churning in his stomach, and the next second, the force in his stomach continued to surge upwards.

Finally, a black, spurting substance burst from his mouth and landed on the ground.

The scene was black and bloody, with an unbearable stench. The servants around him gasped in shock and then scattered, covering their noses.

Even Doctor Yu was startled; he had never seen anything so terrifying, especially since it was vomited out of a person.

Just then, Aunt Song suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and her limbs felt as if they were being devoured by a venomous insect.

The mist over her chest instantly dissipated, and the black snake that had been attacking her unsuccessfully finally bit into her heart.

Aunt Song let out a terrible scream and collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Meanwhile, in a dark woodshed in the backyard of Wude Academy, a person was also spitting blood, convulsing, and weak in the limbs.

This man is the Taoist priest Li, who was followed out of the general's mansion by Wu Ding's men last night and captured.

Aunt Song suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. Chun Tao, who was standing nearby, was terrified and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Doctor Yu, however, acted out of a physician's spirit and instinctively helped Aunt Song up and took her pulse.

Zhao Yucheng also came up to help her and asked Doctor Yu about Aunt Song's condition.

Ji Ping was startled by the appearance of Aunt Song.

Perhaps out of a mother's concern for her son, Ji Ping felt that Aunt Song's reaction was somewhat similar to her son's reaction when he fell ill.

She stood protectively beside Zhao Jinzhong, holding his hand tightly. She looked at him, then at Aunt Song, her doubts deepening.

Doctor Yu frowned, stroking his beard with one hand and taking his pulse with the other, shaking his head as he did so.

"How strange! Aunt Song's pulse is perfectly normal."

Doctor Yu looked at Aunt Song's miserable appearance and was completely puzzled.

If Zhou Ruo saw him like this, she would probably call him a "fake doctor" again.

After Aunt Song recovered, she realized something was wrong.

Things did not go as Li Daoshi said. Zhao Jinzhong is not only not dead, but he looks even better than before.

Why is this? Why didn't Zhao Jinzhong die, but instead felt like he was being attacked?

What is going wrong?

Aunt Song now only wants to find Taoist Li and get to the bottom of things.

"Hehehe—" Seeing Song Yiniang's reaction, Zhao Jinzhong knew that Zhou Ruo had already taken action in Ningxiang Courtyard.

After vomiting what was in his stomach, he felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt much lighter for a moment.

Ji Ping used a handkerchief to wipe the bruises from his mouth, her eyes full of worry and concern.

"Aunt Song, how does this feel?"

Zhao Jinzhong propped himself up and said to Aunt Song on the ground with a cold smile.

"You?" Aunt Song managed to utter the words with difficulty, "What happened?"

As Zhao Jinzhong recalled the suffering he had endured over the past two years, his hatred for Aunt Song transformed into mockery:

"You never thought you'd end up like this, did you, Aunt Song?"

"I endured this kind of pain for two years, how come you can't even take it after just one time?"

When he said these words, everyone in the room looked at him and Aunt Song in confusion.

As Zhao Jinzhong's tone grew increasingly forceful, Ji Ping noticed the change in her son.

Her son's words made her suddenly realize that the suffering he had endured over the past two years was not as simple as a horse injuring its leg.

The sudden frenzy of the warhorses outside the general's mansion two years ago, and the fact that his son's leg injury had not healed for two years, were not coincidences.

Could all of this be related to Aunt Song? Ji Ping pondered to herself.

Zhao Yucheng also realized something. He put down Aunt Song and walked up to Zhao Jinzhong, asking:

"Jinzhong, what do you mean by that? Why did Aunt Song vomit blood and collapse?"

"Father, Mother, if we want to know what Aunt Song has done, let's go to Ningxiang Courtyard together and find out."

Zhao Jinzhong stared intently at Aunt Song, his gaze like a sharp knife, as if he could tear her to pieces at any moment.

Although Zhao Yucheng did not understand what his son was saying, he saw the determination in his son's eyes, and he also noticed the strange phenomena that had just occurred in the room.

Ji Ping nodded to Zhao Yucheng, indicating that he believed in his son.

Zhao Yucheng lifted Zhao Jinzhong into the wheelchair and said gently, "Okay, let's go to Ningxiang Courtyard."

"Someone come here! Help Aunt Song to her feet and move her to Ningxiang Courtyard!"

After Zhao Yucheng spoke, I pushed Zhao Yucheng's wheelchair and walked outside.

Seeing that the situation had spiraled out of her control, Aunt Song began to panic.

However, she was too weak to speak, and the words she wanted to say to stop Zhao Yucheng from going to Ningxiang Courtyard remained stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

Upon reaching the outside, Zhao Jinzhong gave Wu Jia a wink, who was hiding in the shadows. Wu Jia nodded and turned to leave.

Zhao Yucheng and his group entered Ningxiang Courtyard and headed straight for the main house in the inner courtyard.

Inside the house, Wu Ding looked tense.

"Miss, these two things are considered unlucky. Please don't treat them like toys!"

Wu Ding watched as Zhou Ruo placed the two dolls, which had been pricked with needles, on the ground, protecting them like a mother hen, not letting anyone touch them.

It was already witchcraft, and even Wu Ding felt a chill run down his spine just looking at it.

He wanted to move the things further away, but Zhou Ruo protected him and wouldn't let him.

Zhou Ruo had just used all her strength to dispel the evil energy of the doll, and was so tired that she sat on the ground, not wanting to move.

It wasn't until Zhao Jinzhong vomited out the monster in his stomach that Aunt Song collapsed, vomiting blood.

Zhou Ruo felt her spiritual energy rise, her meridians flowed smoothly, and her strength returned.

She remained seated on the ground, seemingly protecting the doll, but actually recovering her strength.

Zhao Yucheng pushed Zhao Jinzhong into Aunt Song's room, followed closely by Ji Ping and the others.

"Brother! Father, Mother, you've finally arrived!"

Zhou Ruo saw that the black energy on Zhao Jinzhong's legs had completely dissipated, and the vital energy in his body began to circulate.

"Hehehe~" Zhou Ruo laughed happily, picked up the two dolls, and got up to walk to Zhao Jinzhong's side.

"Ruoruo, how is it?" Zhao Jinzhong leaned forward and asked.

Zhou Ruo handed the needle-sticking doll to Zhao Jinzhong:

"Brother, look, this is what almost killed you, and mine too!"