Looking at the pensive Yuanshi Tianzun, she went on to answer the second question:

"The curse in you is extremely strong. The caster of the curse should have obtained your flesh and skin, and used it as a medium to cast the curse, not photos and birth dates."

Zhang Yuanqing's guess was confirmed, and his heart became heavier.

"Except for Heiwuchang, I have no grudges against people from the Psionic Society. Of course, with my current reputation, the Psionic Society doesn't need a reason to kill me. I have too many enemies, and I can't tell them apart."

There was worry hidden in Xiaoyuan's eyes, and her tone was light:

"Changing your mind, why didn't the caster curse you directly? Did he have some other purpose, or was he afraid of something? Have you been injured or bled recently? Who would have the chance to take your blood away?"

As a voodoo master, her understanding of this profession far exceeds that of Yuanshi Tianzun, and her thinking is clearer.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned back in the chair, bowed his head in thought.

If it was an evil profession that cursed me, it should be cursed and killed directly. I have never heard that evil professions even receive rewards. Cutting blessings to death is more subtle.

Then his identity is very likely to be a law-abiding occupation, or even an official person. He is afraid that he will directly curse and kill me, which will attract the attention of the senior management of the Songhai branch.

After all, with my current status, even the elders are extremely concerned. If I was killed by a curse for no reason, the elders will definitely investigate. The death method of cutting blessings is softer, and it is more difficult to find clues.

I have not been injured in the past few days except for the group arena. In the group arena, who has touched my flesh and blood.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly identified three characters: Maoshan Warlock, Zhao Chenghuang, and Qingsongzi.

Among the three, Zhao Chenghuang was the most suspected, followed by Maoshan Warlock, and Qingsongzi was the least suspicious.

The latter two should not have saint-quality witchcraft props, and the hatred value with him has not reached this level.

If it is Zhao Chenghuang who wants to harm me, then this matter must be reported to Fu Qingyang, and he will come forward, or he will report it to the elders. Zhang Yuanqing has already made up his mind.

"If you need my help, just ask." Seeing his eyes brighten, Xiaoyuan knew that Yuanshi Tianzun had already figured it out.

"No! Your ability to give an accurate answer is already the greatest help to me, and I will handle it myself." Zhang Yuanqing said.

When it comes to Taiyi Sect, Madoka can't get involved.

Xiaoyuan nodded:

"Regardless of whether this matter is resolved or not, you must remember to inform me."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing opened the car door and was about to leave when Xiaoyuan suddenly asked:

"How about Kou Beiyue?"

"I haven't forgotten, the superior asked me to wait for news, but there has been no reply so far." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her: "There is news, I will notify you."

After speaking, he got out of the car and gently closed the door.

Just two steps away, Madoka's smiling voice came from the car window behind her:

"Congratulations on winning the championship!"

In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing locked the door and dialed Fu Qingyang's cell phone:

"Centurion, I am cursed."

"What's going on?" The voice on the phone sank. JrNovels.com