My Ares Son-in-Law

Even if this matter has nothing to do with the Prison Clan, there must be some mysterious events behind it that are enough to cause a huge uproar in the entire cultivation world and shock everyone.

As the God of War of Dragon Kingdom, Xiao Chen's mission is to protect the tranquility and peace of Dragon Kingdom.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles are waiting for him ahead, no matter how stormy the waves are, he will never let go of this secret hidden behind the fog.

Seeing that Xiao Chen looked calm and safe, Wang Chongshan's nerves, which had been as tense as a string, relaxed a little.

However, his furrowed brows were still weighed heavily by worry.

He walked quickly, and the soles of his shoes made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the ground.

He took three or two steps and came to Xiao Chen's side.

His eyes were full of concern, just like the warm spring sun trying to penetrate the haze.

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and he blurted out, "Dr. Xiao, you are a master of medicine, I wonder if you have any good remedy to cure my brother's strange disease?"

Xiao Chen did not answer immediately.

Instead, he took steady steps and slowly walked to the side of Wang Chongyue who was lying unconscious on the ground.

He squatted down gently, and his knees made a dull sound when they touched the ground.

His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, staring at Wang Chongyue's face, which was bloodless and as white as paper.

As he stared, his expression became more and more solemn, as if a layer of dark clouds was quietly covering him.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, like a wrinkle between mountains and rivers, and he was lost in deep thought.

After a moment, he opened his thin lips and said slowly, "I'm afraid your elder brother has been hit by the Soul Separation Curse."

"Soul-Separation Curse?"

Wang Chongshan's heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible hand hidden in the darkness had grabbed his heart tightly, and his whole body trembled.

His face was instantly flooded with a complex expression of fear and confusion.

His eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, filled with shock.

Then he hurriedly asked, "Soul-Separation Curse? What kind of sinister and strange sorcery is this? I once asked a wandering Taoist priest to take a look, and what he said was completely different from what you said!"

As Wang Chongshan spoke, he subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The deep anxiety revealed in those eyes was like the depressed low pressure before a storm.

Xiao Chen raised his eyes indifferently, his gaze was calm, yet seemed to contain an unquestionable majesty, as if a mountain stood tall and steady like Mount Tai.

He asked softly, "Do you believe him or me?"

Wang Chongshan suddenly woke up from his dream and realized his previous misconduct.

A blush of guilt flashed across her face, just like the clouds in the sky dyed by the setting sun.

He waved his hands hurriedly, his movements were flustered and anxious. His tone was full of sincerity and eagerness, and he said: "I believe you, of course I believe you! Doctor Xiao, I was confused and blinded by greed, and I shouldn't have mentioned that Taoist priest."

He secretly complained in his heart that the wandering Taoist priest, after all his tricks, not only failed to cure his elder brother's illness, but made his elder brother's condition even more confusing.

He was extremely anxious and asked around before bringing his elder brother to find Xiao Chen.

After witnessing Xiao Chen's miraculous medical skills, as well as his calmness and wisdom, Wang Chongshan had already made up his mind that Xiao Chen was the only one who could save his elder brother from dire straits.

If you don't believe Xiao Chen, do you still believe that Taoist priest who can only talk big and boast?

Seeing Wang Chongshan apologize so sincerely, Xiao Chen's expression eased a little, and the tense lines in his face gradually relaxed.

He stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

His eyes gaze into the distance, as if trying to penetrate layers of fog and find the unknown truth.

Then he began to explain slowly: "I once read about the Soul Separation Curse in an extremely precious ancient fragment that had gone through the vicissitudes of time.

This soul-separation curse is an extremely vicious and cruel evil magic, and its strangeness is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It can forcibly strip away a person's three souls and seven spirits with a mysterious and domineering power.

From the outside, the cursed person may not look different and may be no different from an ordinary person, but in fact, his soul has long been dragged into a vague and illusory state that seems like a dream.

In that illusory and almost absurd world, everything that appeared before his eyes were all the bizarre illusions derived from the soul leaving the body.

Even if he occasionally wakes up from his coma, he will involuntarily regard those unreal scenes as real reality, and then become deeply trapped in them, just like being trapped in a quagmire. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks, unable to extricate himself. "

Xiao Chen paused, and his eyes, like a searchlight, fell accurately on Wang Chongyue again.

He continued, "Your eldest brother's current state is that his soul has been severely damaged, and his mind is like a kite with a broken string, wandering everywhere.

What he saw and heard had long since deviated from the track of the real world, and was firmly bound by the airtight and illusory scene carefully woven by the spell.

He is like a traveler lost in a vast, dark forest, surrounded by branches and leaves that block out the sun. He cannot find the way home and can only wander around in this illusory maze-like dilemma in a daze.

Wang Chongshan listened to Xiao Chen's clear and detailed explanation, and felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, climbing up his spine until his scalp became numb. He couldn't help but take a breath.

He thought to himself: If it is true as Dr. Xiao said, then it is no wonder that so many famous doctors were helpless against my brother's illness. This is not a disease that can be cured by medicine in the ordinary sense. It is clearly caused by an unheard-of and unseen evil magic.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Chongshan hesitated again and again, and asked tentatively, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, like a candle swaying in the wind, weak and unstable: "Doctor Xiao, do you think the symptoms of this Soul Separation Curse are similar to hysteria? Both of them have the symptoms of confusion and strange behavior."

He stared at Xiao Chen closely, his eyes full of anticipation, just like a person longing for light in the darkness, hoping to get a positive answer from Xiao Chen; but at the same time, he was vaguely afraid of hearing bad news, and his heart was like fifteen buckets of water being drawn, up and down.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his expression solemn, his tone revealing a certainty that could not be questioned: "On the surface, the symptoms of this Soul Separation Curse seem to be somewhat similar to hysteria, both of which involve confusion and strange behavior.

But the root cause is that a mysterious spell is at work in the dark.

The power behind this spell is mysterious and unfathomable, and it is incomparable to ordinary diseases."

His voice was low and steady, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart. (End of this chapter)