When a person has just died, a jade pendant is stuffed into his mouth. As he takes his last breath, the jade pendant will fall into the throat and enter the dense blood vessels. If left for a hundred years, the dead blood will be soaked in it, and the blood will reach the jade heart. It will form an enchanting and beautiful blood jade.

This kind of treasure is very rare, worth tens of thousands of gold, and difficult for ordinary people to find. It is a treasure that many witchcraft and sorcerers are eager to pursue.

Because the blood jade can not only help them practice, but also strengthen the power of witchcraft.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise, in three days, Mr. Wang would really be hopeless. "

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Wang family changed their expressions.

No one expected that there would be such an evil object under the mattress where the old man lay all year round.

Obviously, this is someone's intentional assassination!

"Uncle, I believe that outsiders can't enter Mr. Wang's room and hide the blood jade under the bed." Lu Chen said somewhat meaningfully.

"Understood." Wang An nodded, already thinking about it in his heart.

Outsiders can't do it, they can only be insiders.

This matter must be strictly investigated.

"Hmph! It's alarmist, who knows whether what you say is true or false?" Song Yingming questioned.

"Master Song, if you don't believe it, why don't you try wearing it for two days?" Lu Chen handed over the Blood Qin Jade.

"You, what are you doing? Stay away from me!"

Song Yingming was startled, and quickly backed away to keep a distance, for fear of getting contaminated with something.

"Lu Chen, we will investigate the matter of the blood jade. The biggest question now is whether you can cure the old man's illness?" Song Qiuyun said suddenly, his expression as indifferent as ever.

"No problem at all."

Lu Chen took out the silver needle and pierced Mr. Wang's Anmian point, Yongquan point, Rangu point, and Shenmen point respectively.

With a final flick of his finger, the silver needle trembled, and wisps of Xuanqing's true energy were injected into Mr. Wang's body.

After a while, Mr. Wang's slightly frowned brows gradually eased.

The tense muscles were also relaxed.

The originally sallow face finally regained some color.

Three minutes later, Lu Chen took back the silver needle.

"That's it?"

Song Qiuyun frowned, feeling suspicious.

"about there."

Lu Chen nodded and explained: "The so-called witchcraft is actually a kind of alternative energy manifestation, you can understand it as a kind of poison.

However, this kind of poison does not poison the body, but a person's spirit.

There are strong and weak spirits, and a strong person can largely be immune to the poison of witchcraft.

On the contrary, the weak and sickly people are easily affected by witchcraft. JrNovels.com