The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 117 Curse (3)

The window rolled down, revealing a striking female profile. "Handsome, want to get in?"

Song Hu smiled, nodded politely, opened the door, and got into the car.

Song Hu could vaguely guess Lei Qingya's identity, but he didn't expect her to be so financially independent.

"This car is a limited edition. Does Su get a high salary?"

"Are you asking a question you already know the answer to? My dad has a lot of Star Coins. If I don't spend them, who else should I let spend them?"

Lei Qingya, a dutiful daughter, knew her father's style well. He was a businessman who enjoyed deriving a sense of accomplishment from every successful transaction.

It's difficult to get him to spend the money he earns.

Therefore, Lei Qingya was willing to bear the stigma of being a "freeloader" and spend the money for him.

Netizens say that if you spend a million to get slapped once, you can slap yourself a hundred times. She spent tens of millions of star coins to get slapped once, which is very cost-effective, Lei Qingya thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

Song Hu put on a half-mask, covering the lower half of his face. "What is our mission?"

Lei Qingya only knew the mission objective, not the process.

After explaining the mission objectives, Song Hu pondered, "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not that I want it, it's Ning Long."

Su Ninglong chewed on a gummy candy, "Do you know the mantra for reciting (jing) and the character 'jiu'?"

Song Hu frankly admitted, "No."

"Isn't your family a family of Word Spirit Masters?" Su Ninglong asked, puzzled.

"They are a prestigious family, but they don't have many incantations. Each incantation has a specific hand gesture or way of exerting power, and no one would take the risk easily."

Su Ninglong nodded, but trying things haphazardly could easily lead to her death.

"I'll teach you the mantra for reciting the word 'word' and the mantra for 'blaming the enemy,' they'll come in handy later."

Song Hu gripped the shoulder bag in front of him, his fingertips trembling slightly. "Will I need it later? Will it be too late?"

"If I can learn it, things will become simple; if I can't, I'll have to use other methods."

Song Hu didn't dare to delay, "I will try my best."

Su Ninglong doesn't like to repeat herself too many times when teaching. Two times is her limit. If you can understand, you can go further; if you can't understand, get out.

"The Word Mantra belongs to the realm of spirit (soul). I see you can use 'Silence,' so you can probably use it too. 'Fault,' on the other hand, is a special attack method..."

After the explanation, Song Hu didn't have much time to digest it. He closed his eyes and silently simulated the operation of the two techniques in his mind.

The hovercar passed through the small stargate. Su Ninglong stroked Qi Rui's fur and looked out at the subspace.

Before long, the scenery changed abruptly, and Su Ninglong knew that she had returned to the main star.

Lei Qingya got out of the car and vomited, but fortunately she hadn't eaten much for dinner, and she felt better after vomiting for a while.

In contrast, Song Hu, due to her intense focus, did not vomit, but her complexion was somewhat pale. She was repeatedly pondering the trick of the two-word mantra, muttering to herself continuously.

In interstellar space, Word Masters are mysterious individuals with special abilities, most of which are inherited.

They are born with the ability to use the power of language. Perhaps in order to balance their abilities, the world only gives them the power to use certain words, and requires them to use them in a specific way.

Song Hu had always thought that was the case, until an "outsider" explained to him in simple terms that Word Spirit Masters could actually follow certain rules and have cultivation methods.

He tried to calm the turbulent tide in his heart, telling himself not to rush and to first remember the key words for "sound" and "blame".

Before arriving at a luxury hotel, Lei Qingya immediately said to Su Ninglong, "I've been to this hotel before. The security level is very high, and it's a place where important political figures would choose to stay. However, hotels like this are very boring. They are all built to the same standard, with the primary goal of avoiding mistakes."

Why would Arya bring Alice to a hotel like this? Is she afraid her sister will run away?

Xue Wanshan and Lao Wang were inside the hotel when Xue Wanshan led Su Ninglong and the other two upstairs.

Is there any new development?

"Yes." Xue Wanshan nodded gently. "There is a situation."

Xue Wanshan told them about yesterday's events: "Yuan Ming (a celebrity surnamed Yuan) has concerts for three consecutive days. We visited that celebrity backstage at the concert venue and talked to him about how love letters can change someone's personality."

"He was very guarded and unwilling to say anything, but he told me that he always carried ninety-nine love letters with him so that he could hand them to the goddess when she came to him."

“We’ve seen the love letters, but as you instructed, we haven’t read them in full.”

"When we were reading one of the passages, we felt a chill running through us. Just that, we couldn't determine whether it was a problem with the air conditioning or the love letter. At the time, we took an intelligence specialist from the Star Alliance with us, and none of his instruments could detect anything wrong with the love letter."

"What's even stranger is that he used a sealing device to store the love letters. His explanation to us was that only by using a sealing device could he express the depth of his love for the goddess."

Although it is suspicious, these facts alone are certainly not enough to support their filing of a case.

As soon as they opened the door, they heard Arya sobbing and muffled growls.

Alice is going crazy because she didn't go to the concert of the celebrity surnamed Yuan.

Xue Wanshan said, "We, together with Alice's family, applied to cut off Alice's personal account from inflows and outflows for a short period of time. She didn't even have the chance to spend a lot of Star Coins, so this is how it ended up."

Old Wang opened another door to the hotel suite, allowing Su Ninglong to see Alice's condition.

Alice was bound to the bed, her veins bulging, and a thick black ring around her eyes. She howled like a wild beast, looking exactly like a demon. If her mouth hadn't been gagged with a towel, her screams would have echoed through the floors.

Su Ninglong slowly approached.

Old Wang reminded her to be careful.

A ring of saliva stained the sheets. Alice stared wide-eyed, her eyes bloodshot. "Ahhh...uhhh..."

Su Ninglong frowned, sensing a faint ominous aura emanating from Alice, which was different from what she had expected.

Could there be a mysterious spirit involved in the "curse"?
When did this condition begin?

Old Wang and Xue Wanshan were surprised to find that the person in charge was indeed Su Ninglong. After a moment of astonishment, they said, "When we came to ask her after the concert, she had become like this."

“Everyone who read the love letter last night went to the concert, except her. The others didn’t go crazy like Ms. Alice, but they all spent money.” Xue Wanshan noticed this. He didn’t know if it would help, but it was a difference, and he felt it was necessary to explain.

Su Ninglong sized up Lao Wang and Xue Wanshan, demanding that they extend their hands. She placed her fingers on their meridians, where a trace of ominous energy lingered.

Ms. Alice's madness might be due to something they've been exposed to, but there's no need to tell them that. They wouldn't understand anyway, and it might even cause them to lose their composure and become hesitant in their future actions.

The two Star Police officers, waiting for an answer, heard Su Ninglong suddenly call out to Song Hu. They turned their attention to the elegant young man behind her. Song Hu didn't look like a hunter; he looked more like an outstanding doctor. However, the case he was carrying was a black case, a common sight among hunters, and his mask added to his eeriness.

Su Ninglong took out a rather peculiarly shaped rag doll from her backpack.

The rag doll had no facial features, and its body and limbs were bound into long strips, resembling a scarecrow.

Old Wang pulled Xue Wanshan away two steps.

The sacred artifacts used by hunters share a similar, somewhat eerie appearance with this one.

Overuse can also cause terrible pollution, and Old Wang was a little afraid that the three young, overzealous hunters might mishandle it.

Su Ninglong asked Lei Qingya to help remove a strand of Alice's hair. Alice resisted fiercely and twisted wildly, but Lei Qingya easily subdued her and cut off the hair.

Arya clasped her hands together and said, "My sister will be alright, right? She'll be alright, won't she?"

“Of course, your sister will be better soon. But until then, please don’t disturb the ceremony, okay?” Su Ninglong tied Alice’s hair to the doll’s head.

A spark of fire appeared at his fingertips, which he waved in front of the doll, imbuing it with array patterns. The array patterns vibrated in the air, and apart from Song Hu and Lei Qingya, no one else could see the spiritual energy fluctuations.

Lei Qingya's pupils contracted slightly. Su Ninglong had said that when she could detect subtle energy trajectories with the naked eye, her medicinal soaking would begin to show results.

She was secretly pleased, but didn't show it.

"Alright, the rest is up to you, Song Hu. Use the word 'sound' technique."

Dissociation, also known as personality disorder, is the curse in Alice that forcibly separates an independent soul into two personalities under the influence of special abilities.

The two personalities are incompatible, and the newly formed secondary personality will quietly devour the primary personality.

The alternate personality, completely under the control of the curse, will eventually become the curse master's puppet.

Song Hu took out a wooden box from his pocket. It contained gold powder that Su Ninglong had given him when she taught him the spelling in the car. He picked up a little bit, flicked his wrist, and sprinkled it on Alice.

Then, with his fingertips, he traced a line in the air, and under the guidance of spiritual energy, the character "誩" condensed in the void. He slowly uttered the syllables of the character.

The incantation took effect, and the gold dust that had just fallen suddenly floated to the surface, transforming into several gilded ribbons that wrapped around the doll and then evenly adhered to that strand of black hair.

Alice's body stiffened, and she immediately fell silent, her eyelids slowly drooping.

The incredible scene captivated Xue Wanshan, who finally understood why so many people were drawn to the hunter profession. Witnessing special abilities being unleashed firsthand was an irresistible allure.

Song Hu was indeed a genius-level inner court student, and he did not disappoint. Su Ninglong put the doll into the red silk box, closed the lid, and instructed Ailiya: "Your sister will not wake up for the time being, so don't untie her yet. Wait for us to send you a message."

Arya snapped out of her daze. "Okay. I'm willing to pay more if it can save my sister."

"You're too kind, but I really like it. I love Star Coins. You can discuss the pay increase with my assistant, Xingyuan." With extra pay, Su Ninglong was even more motivated to work, her smile radiant.

As Su Ninglong stepped out of the hotel, her lips tightened, giving the impression of confidence.

Lei Qingya asked nervously, "Ning Long, isn't the progress going very smoothly?"

"It went very smoothly, but there are some things I don't understand. This operation was tainted with a secret spirit."

Lei Qingya almost slammed on the brakes. "A secret spirit exists?"

“That’s right, you can’t sense that aura yet, but you will in the future.” Su Ninglong faced Lei Qingya every day until her physique changed, and it wouldn’t be long before Lei Qingya was able to cultivate.

Song Hu remained silent, continuing to repeat the mantra of "blame" in his mind.

The success of the Word Recitation Technique allowed him to explore deeper levels of Word Spirit Master skills, and he suppressed the urge to go home and ask his elders.

Although he didn't understand how Su Ninglong knew, he couldn't rashly pass on these techniques to others.

There must be a very powerful, super powerful successor behind Su Ninglong. He cannot afford to make the slightest mistake and cause Su Ninglong to feel any disgust.

Doing the task well proves your worth more than asking meaningless questions.

The singer surnamed Yuan is named Yuan Ming. He is thirty years old and a sea-feathered person from the Xuanhai star system. Because the environment of his home planet was getting worse and worse, he had to migrate when he was a child. His parents passed away one after another when he was eight years old.

After becoming an orphan, he was taken in by a kind-hearted tycoon by chance, but when he was fifteen, the tycoon passed away, and he thought he would be destitute.

He managed to break into the entertainment industry with his beautiful voice and good looks, becoming a popular singer.

Within a day, the police obtained Yuan Ming's basic information, as well as evaluations of him from some of his colleagues, all of whom said he was a very good person.

The information provided by Xingyuan differed somewhat from that of Xingjing. He mainly investigated Yuanming's daily life, including the places he frequented, the concerts he attended, where he currently lived, and the opinions of his neighbors.

According to his neighbors and friends, he was a perfect gentleman—gentle, helpful, and patient…

My friend said that he also has unhappy times, but he is not good at expressing himself. Whenever he is unhappy, he will stay at home and punch to vent his anger, and he will never bring his emotions to their faces.

Yuan Ming's neighbors can all testify to this.

He never got involved in scandals and only cared about the goddess he liked.

He cherishes his reputation, is devoted to one woman, has a talent for composing and singing, and also has a great personality.

Su Ninglong chuckled lightly; behind every perfect facade lies a facade.

People in the entertainment industry can pretend if it's necessary for their profession, but if it's to hide ulterior motives, that's another story.

With their Star Police credentials, they made it smoothly to the concert backstage.

Yuan Ming has three assistants and one agent.

The agent stopped the Star Police and asked why they were there.

The fact that Star Police was with three unfamiliar young people at this moment raises suspicions that Star Police was deliberately abusing his privileges to bring acquaintances (fans) to see Yuan Ming.

Lei Qingya looked impatient, Song Hu crossed his arms elegantly, and Su Ninglong touched her face, "I'm so cute and talented, why would I do such a petty thing? It's too low-class."

This little brat is even more shameless than Zou Shuyi. Old Wang smiled insincerely and held up the search warrant and proof of his right to petition, saying, "These three are experts who are assisting, not Yuan Ming's fans."

Last time they came, the police officer didn't show any identification; he just said he was there to ask some questions.

The agent felt uneasy. After checking that the documents were in order, he stepped aside and turned the doorknob.

Yuan Ming is having his skincare routine done by his male assistant. Celebrities can't have bad skin. Before using any advanced technology, he needs to apply a thick layer of moisturizing skincare products after removing his makeup to maintain a perfect look.

The male assistant stopped the spray robot hovering in front of him. "Brother Yuan, the Star Police are here to see you again."

This thin male assistant had an unusually hoarse voice, speaking as if he were making a breathy sound. However, he had very defined features, and if it weren't for his voice, he would have had the potential to be a star.