Excessive ferocity due to caution

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Yi said again:

"Listen, Nan Jia, all our hopes are now on you... If you don't want Miss Xiu to die, recite the scriptures you recited in the office building in J City."

"Through those scriptures, the curse on Xiu was dispelled or suppressed."

Nan Jia panicked upon hearing this:

"But these scriptures are sometimes effective and sometimes not..."

Zhao's expression was serious:

"This is the only way to save Xiu's life at the moment."

"If you don't want her to die... then you have to succeed!"

Nan Jia's body trembled, and she looked down at the unconscious Li Xiuer.

Her arched eyebrows were constantly furrowed.

It seems to be enduring immense pain.

Nan Jia clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, sat cross-legged in front of Li Xiuer, and began to recite the scriptures she had stolen from Master Ku Mei.

But he was worried about Li Xiuer's safety, and the more he wanted the scriptures to have an effect, the more chaotic his mind became.

No unusual phenomena occurred.

Nan Jia was extremely anxious and kept trying. In the end, she felt as if she was on fire and slammed her fist hard into the ground.

Blood splattered.

He slumped down in front of Li Xiuer, staring blankly as her breathing grew weaker and weaker...

Zhao Yi glanced at Nan Jia and said indifferently:

"Giving up so quickly?"

"You can't even save a girl you like, yet you have the nerve to talk about saving all living beings?"

Nan Jia, who had been in despair, suddenly cheered up after hearing Zhao Yi's words.

He looked at Li Xiuer's face and murmured to himself:

"What Benefactor Zhao says is correct..."

"This humble monk will not give up..."

He took a few deep breaths, sat cross-legged in front of Li Xiuer again, held her swollen and blackened little hand in his palm, and began to chant scriptures.

This time, Nan Jia quickly entered a state of complete absorption.

A mysterious and faint power began to flow along with the chanting of the sutras in Namgyal.

The faint blue glow reappeared.

It traveled from the top of Nan Jia Guang Guang's head, along his limbs and bones, into Li Xiu Er's palm.

"Eek..."

Li Xiuer parted her lips slightly and let out a soft moan.

The blackness on her chest began to slowly fade.

Although the speed is very slow.

Before long, her two slender arms gradually regained their original whiteness.

The black curse then retreated back to his waist.

Li Xiuer's long eyelashes fluttered twice.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the little bald man in front of her, whose whole body was radiating a blue light, holding her hand and chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.

Li Xiuer felt her palms burning hot, but she did not resist.

She stared at Nan Jia, somewhat mesmerized.

After a while, Nanga stopped chanting, and she looked listless and swaying.

The blue light dissipated.

Nan Jia opened her eyes, paused for a moment, then exclaimed with delight:

"Miss Xiu... are you... all better?"

Li Xiuer said softly:

"Nanjia, thank you."

Nan Jia was about to say something when she looked down.

The curse on Li Xiuer has not been lifted.

He just managed to suppress it temporarily.

Seeing this, Nan Jia was about to start chanting scriptures again, but Li Xiuer stopped her.

"Stop reading...take a break!"

Nanjia Expressway:

"How can that be?"

"If the curse takes effect, you'll die!"

Zhao Yi, who was standing to the side, said:

"I don't know if Miss Xiu will die, but if you keep forcing yourself to keep reading like this, you will definitely die."

Nan Jia froze, turned her head, and looked at Zhao Yi:

"What do you mean by that, Benefactor Zhao?"

Zhao glanced at him and smiled:

"Do you think that chanting scriptures to save people... requires absolutely no effort on your part?"

"You used the power of the scriptures to temporarily suppress the curse on Miss Xiu, but the price was your own mental strength."

"Your mental strength has already reached its limit. If you continue to force yourself to recite... I'm afraid it will damage your very foundation."

"At best, it can cause splitting headaches, dementia, and mental retardation."

"In severe cases, the victim may die on the spot."

Nan Jia remained silent for a moment, looking at Li Xiuer's dark legs:

"But what about the curse on Miss Xiu..."

Seeing that Nan Jia was still concerned for her safety despite her appearance, Li Xiuer's heart skipped a beat. She then turned her head away and whispered:

"fool……"

"The curse on me has been suppressed and will not recur for the time being."

"It's not too late to lift the curse for me after you've rested and recovered."

Nan Jia noticed that Li Xiuer's delicate little ears were slightly red, and scratched her head, saying:

"Miss Xiu, are you still running a fever?"

Why are your ears so red?

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiuer's ears turned even redder, the redness spreading all the way down to her neck.

She pulled her hand back and said through gritted teeth:

"Perhaps... my body has recovered somewhat..."

Nan Jia chuckled foolishly.

After resting for seven or eight hours, the four of them had recovered their energy considerably. During this time, Nan Jia recited scriptures to exorcise the curse on Li Xiuer once more, finally removing all the curses from her body.

The acid rain and flooding outside have not yet subsided.

Unable to leave, the four sat around chatting.

As they chatted, the conversation turned to Li Xiuer's hometown.

"Miss Xiu, where is your town located?"

Zhao Yi asked.

Li Xiuer thought about it seriously.

"To the east..."

"Puppet Town is a remote town where the residents make a living by producing puppets and other dolls, which they sell to the neighboring city of Rhodes. On many maps, there is not even a record of Puppet Town."

"When I went to the Garan Temple to see Master Kumei last time, it took him a long time to remember that there was such a town in the chaotic city..."

When Li Xiuer mentioned her cursed hometown, she looked somewhat dejected.

Seeing this, Nan Jia hurriedly said:

"Miss Xiu, don't worry... Once we reach the Divine Tower and obtain the power of truth, we will definitely find a way to save your homeland!"

Seeing Nan Jia's eager gaze, Li Xiuer gave a sweet smile.

"Um!"

Zhao Yi then turned his gaze to the silent Meng Fei.

"Meng Fei, what about you?"

"Where did you come from?"

Meng Fei, seeing the three pairs of eyes fixed on him, stammered:

"I……"

He hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, he still said seriously:

"I... am a native of L City, the city of the apocalypse."

P.S.: Okay, this story is almost over.

Some lines should be finished as well.

It's quite a long piece of writing.

Goodnight, my darlings!