My Ares Son-in-Law

"Thank you, Master Huang! Thank you, Master Huang!"

Chen Jianguo was helped up from the ground by Chen Xue, and he kept thanking her.

"See? I told you Master Huang is amazing! Dad, you insisted on asking Xiao Chen for help, which was a complete waste of money. Only Master Huang has real skills!"

Chen Shaocong said smugly, as if it were all his doing.

"Dad, are you sure everything's alright?" Chen Xue was still a little worried.

Chen Jianguo reassessed his physical condition and nodded, saying, "I think I'm really fine now. My headache is gone, my chest isn't stuffy anymore, and I feel an unprecedented sense of ease throughout my body. Even my breathing is much smoother."

"Master Huang truly lives up to his reputation! His abilities are extraordinary! I, Chen, am deeply grateful! I was so grateful! We had doubts about you before, but that was truly our ignorance. From now on, if there is anything you need us to do, please just ask, and we will certainly not refuse!"

Chen Shaocong had already reached Huang Qiankun's side, offered him a cigarette, and said obsequiously, "Master Huang, I was really scared just now, look at the state my father was in. I thought something terrible was going to happen. Thank goodness for you, thank goodness for you! You are a great benefactor to our Chen family, you have saved our family!"

Huang Qiankun waved his hand, feigning nonchalance as he dodged the cigarette, displaying an air of superiority: "It's alright. It's a secret technique. There will inevitably be a violent reaction. This is a normal phenomenon as the evil energy is forced out of the body. Mr. Chen has accumulated evil energy in his body for twenty years, and it has been completely cleared away today. The fact that he is only bleeding from his seven orifices is already considered mild."

"Yes, yes, yes! Master Huang is right! Absolutely right! Having a master like you is a blessing for the entire Dragon Kingdom, and an honor for my Chen family!" Chen Shaocong nodded in agreement.

Qin Xianglan stood there, somewhat confused.

She didn't understand feng shui, but she always felt that something was wrong with it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Xiao Chen. She didn't understand, but Xiao Chen did.

At this moment, a disdainful sneer appeared on Xiao Chen's face.

She suddenly realized that her feeling was right; there was definitely something wrong with Huang Qiankun's spell, but most people wouldn't be able to tell.

Only an expert like Xiao Chen could see through it so clearly.

Just as she was about to ask Xiao Chen, Chen Shaocong looked at Xiao Chen and mocked, "Xiao Chen, hurry up and return my family's money! You're a complete liar, nothing in front of Master Huang!"

Xiao Chen didn't bother with Chen Shaocong at all, and instead looked at Chen Jianguo: "Chen Jianguo, you're actually so happy, grateful to someone who harmed you, you're so stupid! Don't you know, you only have three days left to live!"

His voice wasn't loud, but his words reached everyone's ears very clearly.

In that instant, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone stared at Xiao Chen in disbelief.

Chen Shaocong cursed, "You dare to curse my dad? Are you jealous because Master Huang saved my dad?"

"Shut up!" Chen Xue kicked Chen Shaocong, then looked at Xiao Chen and said respectfully, "Mr. Xiao, are you... are what you just said true? Does my father really only have three days to live?"

She trusted Xiao Chen more, and had trusted him from the beginning. Although there were some conflicts between them, she dared not be careless when it came to her father's life and death.

Chen Jianguo, his face also pale, said, "Mr. Xiao, you can't joke like that. I'm really scared. Are you saying there's something wrong with Master Huang's spell?" "Dad, how can you believe that kid? You were clearly better just now, and your headache was gone. He's talking nonsense here, clearly cursing you. He saw that Master Huang cured you and exposed his conspiracy, so he couldn't sit still!"

Chen Shaocong didn't care about his father's life or death at all; he only cared about his own reputation.

"Shut up! I want to listen to Mr. Xiao!" Chen Jianguo glared at Chen Shaocong. His life was at stake, so he had to be careful.

Xiao Chen pointed to Chen Jianguo's right palm: "Look at your palm, and you'll understand what's going on. Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, I have facts to back it up; I'm not just spouting lies!"

Chen Jianguo trembled at Xiao Chen's words and instinctively spread out his right hand.

Looking down, I was instantly struck dumb, frozen in place.

"What...what is this? I didn't have this in my hand. When did it get up there?"

Chen Jianguo panicked. In the center of his palm, a thin red line had appeared out of nowhere.

The red line was as bright as blood, its color vivid, like a tiny venomous snake. It meandered across his palm, extending from the beginning of the lifeline.

At this moment, the red line had spread to the wrist, about three inches away from the elbow, a shocking sight.

"Please, Mr. Xiao, tell me what this is! How did I get this thing in my hand?"

"This is called the red lifeline. Huang Qiankun wasn't clearing away your evil energy at all; he was casting a dark spell. He's extracting your life essence and all your virtues, using your life to exchange for the so-called continuation of your Chen family. Three days from now, once this red line extends to your elbow, your life will be over."

Xiao Chen remained calm and composed, but what he said terrified Chen Jianguo.

In that instant, the air in the hall seemed to freeze, and everyone stared intently at Chen Jianguo's palm. The thin red line, illuminated by the crystal chandelier, was dazzlingly red.

It was like a blood-soaked death warrant, tightly wrapped around his hand, making one's heart tighten at the sight.

"You're talking nonsense!" Chen Shaocong snapped, cursing, "Who do you think you are? A mere kid who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, and you dare to spout nonsense here! Master Huang is a recognized master in the metaphysics circle, and you dare to question him? Believe me or not, I'll have someone throw you out right now and break your legs!"

“Mr. Xiao was not lying; he was telling the truth.”

Suddenly, a calm and solemn voice rang out, directly interrupting Chen Shaocong's roar.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was an old man who had been silent. However, everyone in the circle recognized him. He was a big shot in the feng shui circle and the former president of the Western Region Feng Shui Association.

The old man was over sixty years old, his hair was already gray, and his back was slightly hunched.

Although he has faded out of the industry and stepped down as president, his influence is still very significant.

He is especially knowledgeable in feng shui; he knows things that others don't, making him practically a living encyclopedia of feng shui.

The old man looked at the red line on Chen Jianguo's palm and sighed, "This is a life-sacrifice technique, the most insidious and morally damaging of all evil arts. The practitioner uses the life essence and life's virtues of a living person as a sacrifice, forcibly transferring them to another person or their family. In exchange, they gain so-called 'good fortune.' This red line on your palm is called the 'Life-Taking Mark.'" (End of Chapter)