Upon hearing that Fang Huai De’s great-granddaughter had encountered such a miraculous incident, everyone present was instantly stunned!
That was the great-granddaughter of the Great Elder of the Fang family, his most beloved one. Was she actually being harmed secretly?
"Is that even possible? Who would be so audacious as to use witchcraft on someone?"
"Isn’t this witchcraft the same thing mentioned in ’The Smiling, Proud Wanderer’ some time ago, from the Five Poison Sect?"
"It seems so, it seems so. It is said to come from the Miao people and is very terrifying. Is it really real?"
"My God, that is really terrifying. Is that thing really real?!"
Being hexed with witchcraft was indeed very difficult for ordinary people to accept.
But that was just difficult to accept, nothing more. But to Wang Hao, he didn’t feel that way at all—does this thing really exist?
One might say that due to the existence of a "Qi Fortune dice," aspects of feng shui and fortune that surpassed ordinary imagination were plausible, but this witchcraft...
How could this thing relate to fortune at all?
"Great-grandfather, you just mentioned your great-granddaughter was hexed. How did you confirm this?" Wang Hao asked somberly. Not to mention anything else, the most crucial point was, how could one recognize someone had been hexed?
"Ah, if there really was no other way to understand, and it was incomprehensible, why would this old man come to find you in the middle of the night?" Fang Huai De helplessly shook his head and said, "Actually, this whole thing started because of me..."
Because of him? What did that mean?
"Great-grandfather, don’t worry," Wang Hao gently patted Fang Huai De’s back and spoke softly, "Take your time in explaining. Anyway, this thing shouldn’t act too rapidly. The individual’s life safety should still be intact."
Upon hearing Wang Hao’s words, Fang Huai De felt considerably more assured.
Wang Hao was an extraordinary young man, as Fang Wenbin often told him. If he said it was nothing serious, then it probably wasn’t.
"The matter did start because of me..." Fang Huai De began, "Some time ago, I felt my days were numbered. For someone over a hundred years old like us, there is no predicting when we might pass away. So, I was thinking of finding a piece of good feng shui land to be a proper resting place at the end of my days, which could also leave a good ancestral grave for our Fang family..."
Wang Hao could indeed understand this.
Even now, many people still thought of securing a good feng shui burial site for their ancestors, which is often referred to in feng shui as "choosing the acupoint."
In feng shui, if the ancestral grave is in a good location, it can protect and bless the descendants effectively. Generally, the older the person, the more they believe in this.
As a founder of the Fang family, Fang Huai De naturally cared the most about this, as everyone hopes to leave their descendants a blessing, even in death, promising a thriving and prosperous future.
So Wang Hao wasn’t surprised at all by his thoughts.
"Yes, and then?" Wang Hao nodded and then asked, "Did the matter start because of this?"
"Yes..." Fang Huai De sighed again and said, "My great-granddaughter has always been very curious from a very young age, always wanting to research and investigate everything. Originally, I planned to find you to help me choose a plot, but you were in Africa at that time, so I wasn’t in a hurry. However, my great-granddaughter... oh yes, her name is Xiao Xue... Xiao Xue found out about this and went out with a few people to find a suitable place. But unexpectedly, while she was fine when she left, she had an incident when she returned..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hao and Bai Yaning exchanged puzzled looks.
He was fine when he left, but there was a problem when he returned?
So it must have been during his search for this geomantically unique location that the problem occurred.
"Great-grandfather, your great-granddaughter... oh, that would be my sister Xiao Xue," Wang Hao carefully chose his words, "What are her symptoms now? Could you describe them in detail?"
"Now... alas," Fang Huai De shook his head, "the Gu often acts up. One moment she’s foaming at the mouth, the next she’s jumping up and down, then sitting meditating in convulsions, and then rolling around on the ground. It’s truly frightening. We’ve taken her to the hospital for tests, and all the indicators are very normal. Right now, our family is saying all sorts of unpleasant things, and even her parents are extremely worried recently. Other family members don’t want to associate with them, afraid of being associated."
Oh my, that does sound terrifying, doesn’t it?
Could there really be such a thing as Gu poison in this world? Given the status and influence of the Fang family, surely they hired the best medical team around, capable of detecting even the slightest abnormalities.
Yet, they’ve ended up empty-handed... that’s indeed quite astonishing.
"I was very angry when I found out," continued Fang Huai De, "and have ordered a thorough investigation. We even explored every inch within a hundred miles of where Xiao Xue had the incident, but still found nothing. The bodyguards said the same; they even have video evidence from that time, but nothing seems amiss. It’s only that Xiao Xue changed after coming back from there. Now, people nearby fear the Gu, unwilling to help even for substantial rewards. So... alas..."
Having heard this, Wang Hao finally understood.
Basically, they had encountered a supernatural phenomenon and were at a loss to solve it, so they had no choice but to turn to him.
After all, he had once been known as a Master; he indeed needed to take a look.
Wang Hao thought for a moment, then asked, "Great-grandfather, is there a village nearby known for practicing Gu Skill?"
"Yes," Fang Huai De answered very certainly this time, "There’s a village nearby that reportedly had several witches, but due to years of neglect, only one survives now—a widow. She originally had a son, but he died in an accident two years ago. Since this incident, everyone avoids her. I even invited her to our manor and declared she could name her price if she saved my great-granddaughter, but she repeatedly insists it has nothing to do with her. I’m out of options..."
Could it really be Gu Skill?
Wang Hao had read about Gu Skill in supernatural novels in his past life; it’s said that those who delve into Witchcraft tend to suffer early deaths of their offspring and lead lonely lives. Also, there were precautions like being wary of certain natural signs where plants seem lifeless or insects are overly active, as these could be sites for deploying Gu.
Such Gu techniques in those novels were strange and varied, turning stones and dead branches into tools of harm. He wasn’t sure about this world yet, and couldn’t definitively deny the existence of such things.
"Let’s do this," Wang Hao thought, considering Fang Wenbin’s relationship to the matter—and that he should indeed take a look.
With that thought, he immediately said, "Let’s not delay, as there’s nothing urgent here. Let’s go and take a look!"
"Done!" Fang Huai De, upon hearing his words, heavily patted Wang Hao on the shoulder, "Little Haozi, if you can solve this for me, when you have your wedding feast, this old man will definitely be there to support you!"
Praise me, but could you not call me that?
Who’s Little Haorat?!