Chapter 1144: Chapter 1133: Hu Wei’s Witchcraft
One could say, even if Ning Fan were a wild monkey, he still couldn’t escape Xu Ruolan’s Finger-Coiling Softness.
Moonlight, like a demon, poured into the bedroom through the glass window, resembling a layer of white frost.
The harmonious quiet was shattered by Ning Fan’s sudden scream.
“Ah… What’s stabbing me?”
“Ning Fan, what’s wrong?”
Xu Ruolan was jolted awake, watching Ning Fan drenched in sweat, clutching his chest and gasping for air, as if suffering internal injuries.
Ning Fan’s face showed a trace of pain, and he instantly sat cross-legged on the bed, hands loosely placed on his knees.
He circulated his energy through his body’s meridians and felt as if his heart meridian was being controlled, with a faint pain lingering.
Although physicians can’t cure themselves, Ning Fan knew deeply that someone had tricked him.
Perhaps… he was under some sort of curse.
In fact, he was right in his guess.
In a private room of a nearby five-star hotel.
Ning Xinlan and Hu Wei were sitting there.
In front of Hu Wei, a straw doll stood eerily upright, with Talisman Paper inscribed with the words “Ning Fan.”
A shiny Silver Needle was inserted where the doll’s heart would be, protruding through at this moment.
“Hehe…” Hu Wei chuckled sinisterly, stating, “Ning Fan’s heart meridian is severed by me now; he will certainly die.”
Ning Xinlan sat there, her eyes flashing, and she gave him a peck on the cheek as encouragement, “Hu Wei, as long as you take down the enemy who killed my father, I’ll tell my grandfather to make you my husband, how does that sound?”
“That would be excellent, of course.”
Hu Wei turned his head, utterly captivated by Ning Xinlan’s beauty.
But at that moment, the standing straw doll suddenly began to shake, and the amplitude grew larger and larger.
“How… is this possible?”
Hu Wei was startled, snapping back to reality.
He then looked at Ning Xinlan with a grave expression, questioning, “Tell me the truth, is this guy a Martial Cultivator?”
“What? What does this have to do with being a Martial Cultivator? Shouldn’t your Gu Art and witchcraft work on anyone?”
Ning Xinlan’s face showed surprise, asking in confusion.
“It’s different. If this guy has a high Martial Cultivation Realm, the effect of witchcraft will be greatly diminished. The higher his Realm, the less he will be affected by witchcraft.”
Hu Wei hurriedly explained, not looking at Ning Xinlan, his gaze fixed intently on the straw doll.
He saw the Silver Needle lodged in the straw doll shaking back and forth, as if it was about to be forced out.
Hu Wei anxiously said, “Tell me quickly, what is this guy’s Realm?”
“This guy fought my granduncle and my uncle before, and neither were his match. I reckon he must be a True Origin Realm expert, not just Intermediate Stage, but Peak.”
“Tell me what the situation was like at that time?”
Hu Wei was drenched in cold sweat, filled with regret.
If he knew Ning Fan was a Martial Cultivator, and a True Origin Realm practitioner at that, he would never have taken on this task despite the Beauty Trap.
But now he was caught in a dilemma; he had no choice but to proceed.
Ning Xinlan was also taken aback, honestly saying, “My uncle is a Peak Object-Manipulating Realm expert, with half-step True Origin strength, but Ning Fan disabled his cultivation with a single move.
And my granduncle was a veritable Early Stage True Origin Realm master, also severely injured by Ning Fan in a single blow. In my judgment, Ning Fan’s cultivation is probably not just Intermediate Stage True Origin Realm; it must have already reached Peak Stage.”
“What?”
Hu Wei was shocked, his face turning pale, “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Then without noticing Ning Xinlan’s changing expression, he swiftly took out a Talisman Paper from his pocket, bit his finger to draw a Ghostly Talisman on it.
Then he put the Talisman Paper on a candle flame to ignite it, his other hand forming a strange gesture, closing his eyes and chanting under his breath.
His chant became more and more intense as if he were engaging in a duel with the Silver Needle.
The straw doll began to shake more violently.
Bam Bam…
The Silver Needle was now struggling left and right, the hole getting bigger and bigger.
“What is going on, can’t it be suppressed?”
Ning Xinlan covered her small mouth with her hand, her eyes wide open in disbelief, internally grumbling, “That nasty Ning Fan, is he really so powerful that even witchcraft can’t affect him?”
Meanwhile, Ning Fang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face shifting between light and dark, engaged in some form of resistance.
Beads of sweat as large as beans were dripping from his forehead, using substantial strength.
“Ning Fan, how can I help you?”
Xu Ruolan knelt beside him, her face anxious yet entirely helpless, asking inquiringly.
Ning Fan barely opened his eyes, speaking coldly, “Take my phone, immediately call Ouyang Feifei, have her lead the Shadow Team to search within a kilometer around for any unusual people. I’ve been hit by some sort of witchcraft, and generally, descendants of Witchcraft families carry a distinctive smell, very unusual and pungent. If the enemy wants to cast spells quietly, they must be nearby.
If my guess is correct, they should have rented a quiet place in a hotel to cast spells. Have Ouyang Feifei and her team search, capturing the spell caster, and notify me immediately.”
“Okay.”
Upon hearing this, Xu Ruolan nodded her head in rapid succession like a pecking chicken, then grabbed Ning Fan’s phone to call Ouyang Feifei.
Ouyang Feifei had already fallen asleep, and upon hearing the urgent ringing of the phone, she glanced at it and, seeing it was Ning Fan calling, answered it abruptly.
“Ning Fan, aren’t you sleeping so late, still having the heart to disturb me? Stop it, your old lady still needs to rest.”
“Uh…”
Xu Ruolan was stunned, a hint of jealousy rising in her heart, but at that moment, she couldn’t worry about it and hurriedly said, “Feifei, it’s me, Xu Ruolan.”
“Oh, it’s President Xu, calling so late using Ning Fan’s phone, is there something wrong?”
Ouyang Feifei felt slightly guilty, wondering if the interaction between her and Ning Fan had been discovered by Xu Ruolan?
However, Xu Ruolan ignored this, quickly saying, “Feifei, Ning Fan is currently under some sort of witchcraft, his life hanging by a thread, critical. You must immediately lead people to search quietly within a kilometer range of where I live for the spell caster, then notify Ning Fan, got it?”
“What? Mr. Ning has fallen under witchcraft?”
Ouyang Feifei jumped three feet high from her bed, sending her quilt flying, sweat dripping, “President Xu, take good care of Mr. Ning there; I will immediately lead the Shadow Team to conduct a secret search. If there is anyone suspicious, we won’t let them go; we must kill this culprit.”
With that, she hung up the call, knowing that time was of the essence and must not be delayed.