CHAPTER 1272: CHAPTER 1271: DEATH CURSE

In the witchcraft known as the death curse, it’s refined into powder using deadly substances, combined with other materials and spells, and then mixed into food to be ingested.

The activation time after ingestion is unpredictable, dependent on the spells recited by the curse witch; some may act immediately, while others might take two or three years.

However, regardless of the duration, once activated, the victim will suffer immensely and die gruesomely, as strange insects will suddenly hatch inside them, crawl out from their seven orifices, and even cause their stomach to rupture and intestines to spill.

According to the witch’s prescription, these types of spells are categorized as scorpion curse, snake curse, spider curse, centipede curse, and toad curse; but which curse is the most powerful?

There’s no definitive answer, as it depends on the witch’s power level. However, one type of curse is definitely stronger than these five curses, and that is the Five Poison Gu Curse, which combines all five toxins.

After Ye Qiu had just finished examining Mr. Lin, he knew it was the Five Poison Gu Curse, which is very similar to the Five Poison Witchcraft in Miaojiang, only with added local witchcraft.

To break Mr. Lin’s curse, by local methods, it would need a tougher curse witch or wizard.

In such a short span of time, it might be extremely difficult to find one.

Otherwise, Mr. Lin would surely not withstand it, and it’s already been over twelve hours.

"You should first find a wizard; I’ll start treating Mr. Lin now. The key is to find the culprit behind this, otherwise, if they strike again, I can’t fly over from the country every time."

While Lin Xiang hurried to find a powerful curse witch, Ye Qiu went back into the ward.

The nurse inside was called out by Ye Qiu, and seeing the increasingly odd expression on her face, he quickly began absorbing the virus from her.

Since it was caused by toxins, Ye Qiu was surely able to absorb them.

After spending about half an hour, Ye Qiu emerged from the ward, and Lin Xiang along with other Lin family members quickly approached. Lin Xiang asked, "Doctor Ye, how is my dad?"

"See for yourself!"

When Lin Xiang went over, she found her father rather different than before, and soon Lin Yazhong awoke and was surprised to find himself lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing Ye Qiu beside him too?

"Doctor Ye, why are you here?"

Lin Yazhong remembered clearly he returned from Jinling to Malaysia, so why was Doctor Ye here?

"Dad, you suddenly fainted in your office yesterday afternoon, and Doctor Ye flew in from the country today to treat you."

Lin Yazhong hardly had any recollection, only felt like he had a dream.

Awake now, he felt no pain, just soaked in sweat.

"Lin Xiang, what kind of sickness did I have?"

"The doctors said you were poisoned, but after examining you all night here, they found nothing. Just now Doctor Ye came and immediately deduced you were cursed!"

Curses?

How could that be?

Lin Yazhong believed he held no grudge with anyone, who would curse him?

Although witchcraft is prevalent in Southeast Asia, from royalty to common folk, all acknowledge its existence, but ordinarily, unless one offends another, curses don’t happen.

"Doctor Ye, thank you for your efforts!"

Lin Yazhong said.

He still didn’t know Ye Qiu just saved him again, had it not been for Ye Qiu, his life might have been forfeited.

"Mr. Lin, you don’t need to thank me, but you should find out who cursed you."

At this point, apart from Lin Xiang, the other Lin family members truly knew how powerful the young man’s medical skills were.

After multiple doctors at the Royal Hospital performed a full-body check on Lin Yazhong, confirming he was indeed fine and could be discharged, the doctors there were still puzzled how Lin Yazhong’s illness vanished so quickly?

Lin Xiang suggested father’s stay for a few more days in the ward to recuperate while Lin Yazhong wished to return home.

He hadn’t anticipated, having just returned from Jinling, finding his heart condition healed and feeling robust, he planned to resume company leadership to develop the group company well.

"No, I’ll go home first."

As Lin Xiang went to help her father with discharge procedures, Lin Xiang had yet to summon the curse witch.

Upon leaving the hospital, having just received his condition status from the doctors, Lin Yazhong felt profoundly grateful to Ye Qiu for saving him once more.

Were it not for Ye Qiu, he wouldn’t know what might have happened.

Sitting aboard a luxury Lincoln car, now Ye Qiu gazed at this bustling city, feeling its vibrance, seeming no different from a modern city in China.

Kuala Lumpur, as Malaysia’s capital, political, economic, and cultural center, naturally appeared impressive.

"Here in Malaysia, there’s a significant Chinese population, once over half the total population before declining, though still considerable."

Lin Yazhong stated.

No wonder Ye Qiu felt surrounded by domestic language, though irrespective of whether it was English or other languages, he had no problem understanding.

"The local Chinese are affluent, making more money than native people, holding over eighty percent of the wealth. But politically, still only considered second-class citizens."

Lin Yazhong added.

Nonetheless, accustomed to life and work conditions here, making money seemed easier than back in China.

Along the way, Lin Yazhong occasionally briefed Ye Qiu on the state of affairs here.

And Ye Qiu, having absorbed soul consciousness previously, understood from past experiences that those pioneering Chinese nationals here had initially faced hardships, yet through successive generations, accrued wealth, reaching the fourth and even fifth generation was profoundly different.

"Doctor Ye, could you not stay longer before returning home?"

"Just a few days; I’d possibly lack time since I need to attend lectures."

Ye Qiu replied.

Nothing too entertaining kept him; this trip was solely for treating Lin Yazhong. Now he aimed first to find the culprit before returning home.

When the driver steered towards a suburban mansion in Kuala Lumpur, Ye Qiu realized the mansion was far grander than those domestically.

Within were separate villas and a vast courtyard, likely around two thousand square meters, with stunning views visible in the distance.

Blended with the local environment, built atop the original foundation.

Of course, it was the first generation, as Lin Yazhong’s father acquired the land, inexpensive then, built upon it, now reaching Lin Yazhong’s eldest son’s son—his grandson, marking the fourth generation of Chinese nationals.

For those arriving even earlier, they could be fifth or sixth generations.