Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 84 If Bao Ying doesn't do this for me, I'll blow him up with a grenade

"Oh, really?"

Dongshan was once again almost hurt by He Songling's sudden turn of words.

"Yes." He Songling nodded, "It's a bit like the poison of the Miao tribe in western Hunan, such as the amaranth, which can be passed down through the blood."

The famous Kennedy family curse. For half a century, as if under a mysterious curse, this family that originated in New England has suffered many misfortunes, and its members have repeatedly encountered unexpected disasters, either serious injuries, death, or being entangled in various scandals.

If it were in real history, it might be a coincidence, but in this world of aliens, there are aliens in Europe, and it is even possible that they have offended the high priest of the indigenous people of America or the "sea monster" in the sea.

He Songling was indeed not familiar with the art of divination, and could not see what was wrong with Joseph. The only thing that was certain was that in this strange world, the curse on him was real.

To be honest, this curse may not be easy to solve. The effect is similar to the Thousand Days Red Gu, the poison given by Wei Shufen, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves. It directly causes the infected people to pass on the poison from generation to generation, and even the relocation to Longhu Mountain cannot solve it.

"Alas, the world is really in chaos now. In peaceful times, strange people hardly interact with ordinary people." Dongshan sighed and said, "Fortunately, you can draw talismans and protect him. Otherwise, my old friend from the West would have left on his own, and his son would have followed him... Uh, what's wrong?"

Dongshan was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized that He Songling was looking at him as if he were a fool.

"Brother, are you really from Trinity School? Are you a spy or something like that?"

"Nonsense! I have been trained by my old mentor for thirteen years. Do you think I am a spy?"

"Stop talking nonsense. When did our Sanyi sect learn to draw talismans? You have been in the sect for thirteen years, how could you possibly learn this skill?" He Songling rolled his eyes, expressing his contempt for Dongshan.

"I..." Dongshan never thought that he was such a person who was not good enough at cultivating qi. "Forget it, no matter what, the talisman works."

"It's useless. This is just a ridiculous drawing by a poor Taoist priest from Mount Longhu."

He Songling was delighted. He knew no one who could draw talismans, except for one person, Zhang Zhiwei.

This is not a serious talisman. It was used by Bao Yingge when he was lying on the hospital bed and cursing in boredom after He Songling blew up Zhang Zhiwei with a pistol and a grenade.

He had no family, so naturally, no one could stay with him. Bao Ying, who was unable to move, could only pull out a stack of yellow paper that he used to cheat fortune-tellers, dip it in cinnabar refined on Longhu Mountain, and write a few words cursing He Songling with the brushstrokes of a talisman. Later, when He Songling came back to visit him using the escape technique, he took it away.

For example, the one he gave to Joseph had the words "shameless, plotting and attacking secretly, and having no martial ethics" written on it.

He used the Qi seal to pull out another one, which read: "Shameless, a disgrace to Xuanmen, and careless in making friends."

This was still considered elegant. Later, Brother Bao Ying became more and more angry as he wrote, and all kinds of dirty words came out of his mouth in his haste.

Don't think that the Heavenly Master and the Heavenly Master candidates are civilized people. Longhu Mountain has never been a small white flower sect. They are a serious Xuanmen underworld. Just look at the positions and expressions of the three people in Longhu Mountain in the original work. Can they be positive characters?

Even the cult leader Wu Gensheng looked like an innocent and poor man who was bullied in front of Longhu Mountain.

"Then how dare you accept 10,000 yuan?" Dongshan was once again shocked by the shamelessness of this junior fellow. "I only want 2,000 yuan, but he insists on giving me 10,000 yuan. How can I refuse?"

He Songling said as a matter of course: "The money of these Wall Street vampires is all the blood and sweat of the common people. It's not a problem for me to take more."

"That's fine. Considering his age, he should have a son. After he dies, it would be fine if his son can continue to do business with us."

He Songling glanced at Dongshan in surprise. It turned out that this senior brother was not as kind as he appeared to be. The cold-bloodedness of his words was no less than that of Wall Street capitalists like Joseph.

It makes sense. If Brother Dongshan, who was able to do well in the United States and even became friends with Joseph's father, was too kind and simple, he would have been taken advantage of by that group of people long ago.

However, this time he doesn't have to be as cold-blooded as Brother Dongshan thinks. Under certain conditions, He Songling doesn't mind showing a little humanitarian concern.

"It hasn't come to that yet. Joseph is our partner, and his physical and mental health can directly affect our interests in North America. Since I said I would save his life and rid him of this curse, I have to do it. We have to show our credibility and strength to our partners anyway."

Dongshan raised his eyes and looked at He Songling: "Why, do you have another idea?"

"Of course, have you forgotten what I just took out?" He Songling pulled out another stack of talismans.

"But didn't you mean..."

"Of course the talisman is useless, but do you know who drew it?" He Songling flicked the yellow paper with his fingers and said, "The future Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, a fierce man who pretends to be Zhang. The talisman he drew this time is useless, so why don't I ask him to draw some useful ones?"

"Are you still connected with Mount Longhu?" Dongshan really wanted to know what this junior fellow disciple was hiding.

"Master and Zhang Tianshi are quite familiar with each other." When Zuo Ruotong was in the Lu family compound, he was obviously still unfamiliar with Zhang Jingqing. He must have only heard of him but never met him. After the training battle in the Lu family compound, the two probably felt that they were of the same mind and had the same depth of cultivation.

For two people who had not met an opponent in the alien world for a long time, this was like seeing a flame in the cold winter. Although the two had different styles of doing things, it did not affect the rapid warming of their friendship.

In contrast to the master, the friendship between his two disciples, He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei, seemed to be heating up even faster.

Lao Zuo and Zhang Jingqing also had different styles of dealing with people. But He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei had similar styles of doing things and practiced together. Although they had only met a few times, their friendship was already as strong as iron.

Anyway, He Songling thought so unilaterally. If he had any problems, he would go to Zhang Zhiwei, and if Bao Yingge didn't do it for him, he would blow him up with a grenade.

Of course, it is possible that Zhang Zhiwei can't handle this matter. The child of the old Zhou family has been with Zhang Zhiwei, who is already an old master, for so many years, but still hasn't found a way to crack it. Zhang Zhiwei's most prominent feature is that he has a high level of life cultivation, and he is really not very good at some fancy things.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be the saying “If I can’t wake you up this time, then this disaster is destined for you.”

"Brother Dongshan, you can just sign the contract on my behalf tomorrow. Keep Joseph steady while I go to Longhu Mountain."

Before he finished speaking, He Songling disappeared from the spot.

(End of this chapter)