“There are so many vengeful spirits, and one evil spirit is almost fully formed!"

Even Yala was surprised in the world of the mind, "This woman's mind is quite resilient. You know, ordinary humans are drained of a lot of positive emotions just by being possessed by a single vengeful spirit, and their whole person becomes gloomy.

"If it's an evil spirit, it's very likely to cause depression directly, and they won't be able to feel any happy emotions. Basically, it won't take long for them to collapse emotionally and commit suicide due to depression."

"And now there are so many vengeful spirits and evil spirits turned into curses... your friend's family's enemies are definitely not acting out of personal grudges. Without a large organization secretly plotting, it's absolutely impossible to create this level of curse before the spiritual energy has recovered!"

At this time, Su Zhou did not reply to the snake spirit's words. He chatted with Wen Yuefeng with a smile, showed off his muscles to prove that he was healthy, and after proving that he could eat a pot of rice, he helped her push her wheelchair in front of the TV and continued to happily watch the cross-talk program.

"Cross-talk, does it actually have such power? This endless stream of positive emotions..."

Su Zhou and Shao Qiming went upstairs together to the latter's room, while the snake spirit poked its head out from Su Zhou's hair behind his head and looked at Wen Yuefeng, who was still humming a ditty and watching cross-talk, and said with emotion in its heart: "No, maybe that's also related, but the fundamental factor is that this woman's heart is unusually strong!"

"Humans are so interesting. This kind of unexpected thing, a miracle shining in the darkness, is why I've always enjoyed it so much, even if the price is..."

At this moment, Su Zhou, who did not show any abnormality on the surface, had already arrived at the door of Shao Qiming's room with him.

Opposite Shao Qiming's room was a room with a black skull sign hanging on the door. Su Zhou knew that it was the room of Shao's youngest daughter, Shao Shuangyue. He could hear the crackling sound of keyboards and mice coming from inside, as well as a girlish voice that was full of energy but still a bit childish.

"Come to the middle lane! The middle lane is being ganked! Hurry, teleport!"

"Save, save, save, save, save, save, save!!!"

"Damn, what are you guys doing?! Do you know how to play games? You don't ward, you don't protect the carry, and you don't come to gank. Your daddy is really going to be pissed off by you bunch of unfilial sons!"

"Blacklist, report, block, f**k! (Contains profanity)"

Hearing this voice, Shao Qiming couldn't help but sigh. He was about to say something, but at this moment, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the door with the black skull sign opened, and a black long straight-haired girl who looked quite quiet and well-behaved, and who didn't match the previous voice at all, walked out of the room with a sullen face, holding a water cup.

At first, the girl looked very angry, but when she saw Su Zhou, her eyes lit up, and she waved her water cup and said in surprise, "Yo, Brother Zhou, you're here?! Hurry, hurry, let's play together and crush those noobs!"

"...I'm going to be a senior in high school, so I'm giving up computer games for a year."

Su Zhou avoided the little bit of water splashing from the water cup. He looked at the other party intently. After seeing that the girl was a little uncomfortable, his expression softened, and he said righteously, "Shuangyue, you too, you're almost in the third year of junior high school, so you should prepare for the high school entrance exam. Study hard and make progress every day!"

"Tch, if you don't want to play, then don't. Watch me blow up nine people with my own strength!" Hearing this, the girl named Shao Shuangyue's face immediately turned cold. She shook her head, waved the water cup in her hand, and then muttered as she walked downstairs: "Forget it, I'll just play single-player games. Recently, I always feel like I'm jinxed when I'm solo queuing, and I'm losing points like crazy..."

However, before going down the stairs, she turned her head and said in a low voice, "It's good that you two came back safe. Mom and Dad were super worried the day they got the news... well, so was I."

After saying that, she didn't listen for a reply, and continued to stomp downstairs to get a drink of water.

"She's also reached her rebellious phase."

Shao Qiming looked at his sister's departing back and sighed softly, "Forget it, her grades haven't dropped anyway, so let her play as much as she wants before her senior year of high school... Come on, A-Zhou, let's go into the room."

After closing the door, Shao Qiming was about to take out some suspected supernatural anecdotes that he had recently collected for Su Zhou to read, but he found that his friend's expression had suddenly turned gloomy: "What's wrong, A-Zhou?"

"Something big. Sit down first."

The two sat by the desk by the window. After Su Zhou made sure that no one was around, he shrugged, and the small blood-colored snake appeared from his temples: "Let's not waste any time - this is the snake spirit who guided you to save me. It calls itself Yala."

"Ah, hello, thank you for your guidance in saving Su Zhou."

Before Yala could reply, Shao Qiming thanked him with a serious expression. His tone was so sincere that even the snake spirit felt a little uncomfortable: "Alright, you guys saved yourselves. If it weren't for those guys holding my Holy Prayer Book, you might not have encountered any danger - you can thank me, but it's not necessary."

After getting to know the snake spirit, who wasn't a good snake, Su Zhou and Shao Qiming naturally didn't need to exchange any pleasantries with their relationship. Su Zhou directly told him about a series of actions and battles after he noticed that there was a problem with the tour guide.

Shao Qiming was a little surprised when he heard that Su Zhou had killed someone at the beginning, but the rest of the time he had a thoughtful expression, or an expression that said it was good to kill. He was holding a pencil and manuscript paper in his hand, but he didn't write a single word, just scribbled a few drawings, as if he was vaguely recreating the scene Su Zhou described.

"I didn't expect that the battle was so dangerous... It's all my fault, I was too careless and became a burden to you."

Shao Qiming would occasionally blame himself, and from time to time he would look at Su Zhou's empty, but now intact, left hand, but Su Zhou didn't care: "It's useless for you to be careful. It was my fault that I was a little confused at the time. If I hadn't recovered my senses and acted immediately, that car wouldn't have been able to enter the forest at all, and the two of them would have died on the road."

"Alright, that's pretty much it for the Myanmar thing. Now I want to tell you something very important."

"I'm listening."

Shao Qiming has always been a good listener, whether as a student or as a friend, and after Su Zhou considered his words, he said bluntly, "Qiming, your frailty is not innate, but comes from a curse from other people."

"The pneumonia you had when you were a child wasn't your problem at all, but was caused by someone summoning a vengeful spirit to possess you and curse you."

When Shao Qiming first heard this sentence, he didn't react a little, and after Su Zhou repeated it calmly, he narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the paper in his hand.

"You're saying that the pneumonia I had when I was a child wasn't caused by my natural frailty, and those shadows didn't come to hook my soul because I was about to die - they were the cause of my illness, and there are still lingering effects that haven't disappeared, right?"

Shao Qiming's voice was very calm. He didn't show any anger, just took a breath and said lightly, "I see, it's not incomprehensible."

After saying this, he raised his head, leaned back in his chair, and silently looked at the white ceiling.

——Weakness. A problem that has plagued half of his life. No matter what he does, no matter what he wants to do, this fragile body is the biggest and most desperate problem that lies in his path.

He can't eat too much, he's prone to fainting when he exercises, he can't drink many drinks, he's always taking medicine, he feels like his body can't take it after thinking for a long time, he has difficulty breathing with slight changes in the weather, he has difficulty moving around, and he shouldn't go out for three months in each season of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

He has lived this kind of life for almost ten years.

Shao Qiming has thought about why, such as blaming his parents' genes, or self-examining himself for not taking care of his body when he was a child. He has thought about and blamed himself for these reasons, but these answers are meaningless. His body is just so bad, as if it's a joke from God.

——He was about to accept it.

But now! Someone, his best friend, is telling him!

All of this is not the fault of himself and his parents... it's all because of a 'curse', a curse from outsiders.

"Tch." Looking at the ceiling, Shao Qiming chuckled softly, "This world is quite interesting."

Su Zhou didn't have any intention of keeping his friend in suspense. He waited until the other party had calmed down a little before continuing, "It's not just you. Aunt Wen's muscle atrophy is also caused by the same vengeful spirits, and the number is extremely terrifying, at least much more terrifying than yours."

"Pa!"

This time, Shao Qiming couldn't stay calm. He subconsciously snapped the pencil in his hand and roared in a low voice, "What?!"

Su Zhou didn't reply. After taking a few deep breaths, Shao Qiming's heart gradually calmed down from his excitement. He looked at his friend, clenched and released his hand, and finally exhaled and said seriously, "I believe you - how do we solve it?"

"It's not difficult, experience it yourself."

Su Zhou didn't like beating around the bush, so he took out a bag containing some wood chips and pressed it directly against Shao Qiming's chest - in just an instant, a pure and holy light shone for a moment, and Shao Qiming's lungs, which had always felt like something was pressing on them, making it difficult for him to breathe, suddenly became clear.

A clear breeze blew.

It was just a simple moment, and everything changed.

How should I put it? It felt like his whole body was soaked in cold water, oppressed by the cold, day and night, and he had even gotten used to it.

But in an instant, the warmth from the sun penetrated his whole body along with his blood, causing Shao Qiming to shiver subconsciously, and the gloomy aura on his body dissipated with the shaking, turning into a gray, bleak cloud of sorrow behind him that could only be seen with spiritual vision.

He could vaguely hear wailing sounds, smell the bloody smell, and feel something cold leaving his body... it was like being reborn.

"This 'holy object' can dispel yin energy and stop the curse from worsening."

At this moment, the edges of Su Zhou's pupils were flashing with cyan-purple spiritual light, as deep as an abyss. He had confirmed that the yin energy that had been accumulated in Shao Qiming's body had been completely cleared, leaving only the black source point as the source, which was still stubbornly unyielding and hidden deep in the flesh. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, ending his spiritual vision: "But if I want to completely purify your curse and return you and Aunt Wen to normal bodies, I need to successfully open my spirit and become an 'Awakener'."

"Of course, Aunt Wen's is a little troublesome, but it's actually not difficult. As long as I find an opportunity to let Aunt Wen wear a holy object pendant with an added ritual on her body, let alone an evil spirit curse, even a great demon will be suppressed and purified."

"It's really useful!" Shao Qiming, who was still a little confused and couldn't accept such a fast pace, subconsciously took the wood chips that Su Zhou handed him. He tried to take a few deep breaths, and as a result, he really didn't feel the gloomy pain that he used to feel.

"This...this feeling..."

This made his always calm eyes turn red in an instant, and his heart was filled with joy, sorrow, anger, and sigh - gratitude to Su Zhou, hatred for the cursers, all kinds of extremely complex emotions were brewing, making him unable to speak for a while.

After a long time, Shao Qiming, who had gradually calmed down, raised his head, carefully placed the seemingly insignificant wood chips in the inner pocket, and then looked at Su Zhou with bright eyes, so hot that it seemed to be able to light a fire: "Tell me, A-Zhou, how can you open your spirit?"

"Actually, I can do it now."

Su Zhou spoke directly and didn't hide anything: "However, if I want to advance perfectly, I need a lot of money to buy materials, such as silver, gold, mercury, and some gems. It requires a lot of money."

"Did that being tell you... How much money?"

Easily understanding what his friend meant, Shao Qiming was as straightforward as a computer program. As soon as Su Zhou finished speaking, he opened his phone and logged into his online bank: "Things that can be solved with money aren't a big deal - do we need to care about this with our relationship? Stop talking nonsense."

"Twenty..."

Su Zhou originally wanted to quote a basic price, but suddenly thought that he didn't seem to have any connections, and if he went to buy it alone, the price might increase, so he hesitated and said, "No... 300,000?"

"Then I'll just transfer 500,000 to you - forget it."

Shao Qiming was about to transfer the money happily - would the eldest son of a rich merchant family, a provincial-level top student who never caused trouble and made people very worry-free not have this little bit of money?

But thinking that Su Zhou might not have relevant channels, he shook his head and put down his phone and said, "Just tell me the required amount of materials. I'll prepare them for you. When you need them, just tell me and I'll send them to you - I'll take care of all the related materials you need in the future."

"Hey, that's great!" Su Zhou was overjoyed - he was a little embarrassed to say this with his personality, but he didn't expect the other party to take care of it all: "Thank you for the patronage of the rich lord!"

Is this considered being kept? Alas, how can good brothers be called being kept? This is called a helping hand of friendship!

"You're welcome, A-Zhou." Shao Qiming put the broken pencil and his phone on the table. He smiled slightly: "This is also helping myself."

This smile was radiant.

In short, that's how it was settled.