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"???"

The living room fell into a deathly silence.

Xiao Yuanshan stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, his mouth agape but unable to utter a single word.

He was just talking about the fake works imitated by some unknown junior, but in the blink of an eye, this young man has become the real unknown master he was talking about.

"I was blind! I was blind!" Xiao Yuanshan said with a face full of shame, bowing deeply to Su Hao.

"Master Weiming, I was truly offended by my words just now, and deserved to die! Please don't take it to heart!"

Lu Xing was completely stunned.

Looking at Su Hao's excessively youthful face, a storm raged within him.

This young man, who looks to be no more than twenty years old, is actually the unparalleled master in China, whose paintings have fetched hundreds of millions of dollars at auction?

He had lived for over sixty years and spent most of his life immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting. He considered himself knowledgeable and experienced, but he never imagined that the legendary unknown master was so young!

After a brief silence, a lively discussion broke out in the living room.

Several elderly men immediately surrounded Su Hao, their attitudes completely different from before, vying to ask him for tips and insights on painting.

"Master Weiming, how do you create that ethereal quality in your paintings?"

"Master Weiming, your brushstroke technique is unique. May I ask your teacher?"

"Master Weiming, could you please offer some guidance? I have a painting that I have been unable to break through."

......

Surrounded by a group of white-haired elderly men, Su Hao showed no stage fright and answered their questions one by one.

His answers were concise and to the point, often hitting the nail on the head, enlightening the elderly men and eliciting repeated praises.

As the conversation got more animated, Su Hao casually remarked, "Actually, I rarely drew after I turned ten. For me, drawing was just a pastime in my spare time. Martial arts, medicine, and divination are my main areas of study; drawing is actually the least remarkable skill I possess."

Upon hearing this, the elderly men were once again deeply shocked.

The most unassuming skill?

The ability to sell a painting for hundreds of millions of dollars is, in his opinion, the least remarkable thing.

What level of skill must he have achieved in martial arts, medicine, and divination?

The elderly men exchanged glances, their evaluation of Su Hao rising to a new level.

Just as everyone was having a pleasant conversation, Lu Xing's phone suddenly rang urgently.

He glanced at the screen, apologized to everyone, and walked aside to answer the phone.

A few seconds later, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"What? It's flared up again? Okay, okay, I'll be right back!"

Lu Xing hung up the phone, walked back to the living room with an anxious expression, and bowed to Bai Zihua.

"Mr. Bai, I'm so sorry, there's been an emergency at home, I have to rush back immediately!"

Bai Zihua quickly asked, "Brother Lu, what happened?"

Lu Xing sighed, his face full of worry: "It's my good-for-nothing old father of mine. He's been suffering from a strange illness for years, and we've consulted countless famous doctors, but to no avail. Today it flared up again, and the housekeeper said he's started hurting himself and others again..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zihua pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned to Su Hao: "Master Su, do you think... could you trouble yourself to accompany Brother Lu to examine his father's illness?"

Lu Xing paused for a moment, looking at Su Hao with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The unnamed master's painting skills are divine, but his medical skills... are they really up to par?

But then I thought, since Bai Zihua dared to recommend him, he must have some confidence in the matter.

Moreover, his father's illness had been dragging on for so many years, so he might as well try anything.

Su Hao didn't refuse and nodded: "Okay, but I have a rule: I need to charge a consultation fee for treating patients."

Lu Xing quickly replied, "Of course! As long as Master Su can cure my father's illness, the consultation fee is negotiable!"

Su Hao held up one finger.

"Ten million?"

Lu Xing paused for a moment, then nodded: "No problem!"

Su Hao shook his head: "I meant one hundred million."

The living room fell silent instantly.

The elderly men looked at each other, all taken aback by the number.

A consultation fee of 100 million yuan is an unprecedented astronomical price in the entire medical history of Nanjing.

Lu Xing's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Master Su, one hundred million... is really too much. Although I am the vice chairman of the Painting Association, my family is not wealthy and I cannot come up with that much money. Could you... reduce the amount?"

"Then it'll be fifty million, I'll give you a 50% discount."

Lu Xing's eyes lit up immediately: "Is that really true?"

"really."

"Okay! It's settled then!" Lu Xing was overjoyed and quickly made a gesture of invitation.

"Master Su, please come with me!"

The group drove to Lu Xing's villa.

This is a detached villa located in the eastern part of Nanjing, in a quiet and secluded environment with lush greenery.

But as soon as Su Hao stepped into the courtyard, his brows furrowed slightly.

He sensed a strong, sinister aura emanating from the direction of the second floor of the villa.

This aura was cold and gloomy, carrying an extremely uncomfortable sense of oppression, which could not be emitted by an ordinary disease.

It seems that Lu Xing's father's illness is indeed not simple.

Lu Xing led everyone into the living room, where a middle-aged woman in a cheongsam, still exuding charm, greeted them.

She is Lu Xing's stepmother, Duan Xiuman.

She looked to be in her early forties, well-maintained, and had a gentle smile, but Su Hao caught a glimpse of shrewdness and calculation deep in her eyes.

When Duan Xiuman saw Lu Xing arrive with a group of people, her gaze swept over them, finally settling on Su Hao. Seeing that he looked to be only in his early twenties, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, but she still smiled and asked, "Are these your friends?"

Lu Xing nodded and introduced, "This is Master Su Hao, whom I invited to treat my father."

"Master Su?" Duan Xiuman looked Su Hao up and down, her tone somewhat dismissive.

"It's quite rare to see such a young master. However, I've already invited Master Wang, the most famous doctor in Jinling, to treat your father. He should be here soon."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps sounded outside the door.

A middle-aged man wearing a retro long gown and sporting a goatee walked in, followed by a sexy young female secretary with a hot figure.

He was none other than the most famous Master Wang in Jinling mentioned by Duan Xiuman. His name was Wang Zhengyuan, and he was quite well-known in the Jinling Feng Shui and metaphysics circles.

Duan Xiuman immediately greeted him warmly with a beaming smile: "Master Wang! You've finally arrived! Please come in, please come in!"

In contrast, her attitude towards Su Hao was much colder.

Wang Zhengyuan walked into the living room, his gaze sweeping over everyone. When he saw Su Hao, he simply nodded casually, not paying much attention to him.

He adopted an air of superiority and spoke in a pretentious manner, "I've already heard about Old Master Lu's illness from Madam Duan. Let's not delay, take me to see Grandpa first."

Duan Xiuman quickly agreed and led Wang Zhengyuan upstairs.

Lu Xing hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Su Hao and Song Xiaoxiao walked at the very back.

As soon as I stepped onto the second floor, I heard a dull thud and a roar.

The group quickly entered the bedroom and saw an elderly man with white hair and a skeletal frame being held down on the bed by several caregivers.

But he was incredibly strong, and with a sudden struggle, he shook off all the nannies.

Seeing this, Wang Zhengyuan stepped forward, assumed a stance, and began chanting incantations, seemingly about to cast some kind of spell.

However, as soon as he approached the bedside, the previously agitated old man suddenly turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him.

Then, with a deafening roar, he pounced on Wang Zhengyuan like a cannonball, flipped him to the ground, straddled him, and began to punch and kick him.

"Ouch! Help! Help me!" Wang Zhengyuan was beaten black and blue, and fled the bedroom in a sorry state. He hid in the corridor, panting heavily, his face full of terror.

"This...this is not an ordinary illness! This is a curse! The kind of curse from Thailand!" Wang Zhengyuan's voice trembled.

"I am powerless to help you, Mr. Lu. You should... prepare for your funeral!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Xiuman's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly said, "Master Wang, don't talk nonsense! How could he be under a curse? You must have seen wrong!"

Her reaction was somewhat excessive, as if she was trying to cover something up.

Su Hao stood in the corridor, quietly watching this scene, and suddenly spoke.

"Chairman Lu, your father is not under a curse, but rather possessed by evil spirits."