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Han Junhao struggled painfully. With a handkerchief covering his mouth, he couldn't scream and could only make a dull whine.

Big beads of sweat broke out from his face, and his face, which was already bloodless, suddenly turned white.

Seeing his son in such pain, Han Wenshan's face became extremely ugly, but he still tried his best to control it and pretended not to care so much.

Lao Zhou held Dao Jinfeng's hand behind her back, very hard, but he still couldn't stop her from chanting the spell.

Of course, this was what we had discussed in advance. If we could not convince Dao Jinfeng, we would lure her into casting a spell in the last step.

Dao Jinfeng bent over, his gaudy face full of viciousness.

Can't wait any longer!

I took out the broken magic talisman and slapped Dao Jinfeng on the forehead.

Dao Jinfeng was startled, but he didn't take the old yellow talisman seriously and continued to chant the spell quickly.

Except for her and Han Junhao, who was in pain, everyone present was staring at the broken talisman attached to her forehead.

To be honest, I was nervous too. It was my first time to use this talisman, and I didn’t know if it needed a spell to activate, let alone whether it would work.

One second, two seconds.

There were only two sounds in the large, quiet bedroom.

One was Han Junhao's dull scream, and the other was Dao Jinfeng's voice reciting a spell quickly.

After a full five or six seconds, the God-Breaking Talisman changed, and suddenly started to ignite without fire.

When the small yellow flame at the tail of the talisman just started to rise, Dao Jinfeng, who was chanting the incantation, suddenly froze, and then spat out a mouthful of blood in pain.

Drops of blood sprinkled on the ground. Dao Jinfeng seemed to have been drained of all her strength and fell softly. If it weren't for Lao Zhou holding her, she would have fallen to the ground.

"You, you" gasped weakly, and Dao Jinfeng was speechless at all.

Han Junhao on the bed also made no sound.

Han Wenshan hurried over and nervously checked on his son.

I squinted my eyes, recited the mantra silently in my mind, opened my heavenly eyes, and couldn't help but feel happy.

The snake-like black energy wrapped around Han Junhao's neck has been loosened, and is emerging from his chest bit by bit, flying quickly towards Dao Jinfeng.

Backlash!

Success!

I didn't dare to be happy too early. I kept staring at all the black energy leaving Han Junhao's body and surrounding Dao Jinfeng, and then I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Li?" Han Wenshan looked at me nervously and anxiously.

"It's okay." I nodded to him.

Han Wenshan was so surprised that his eyes were a little red with joy. He let go of the handkerchief from his son's mouth, wiped the sweat from his face distressedly, and then covered himself with the quilt.

After a pause, he walked over with a stern face, looked at Dao Jinfeng with a cold look, and waved to Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou let go of Dao Jinfeng and clapped his hands in disgust.

Dao Jinfeng fell limply to the ground, his face was bloodless and blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth. His whole body was shrouded in black energy, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"You, what did you do?" She looked at me fearfully.

"I warned you a long time ago, the backlash will be unpleasant." I didn't answer her.

"Who are you?" Dao Jinfeng covered his chest with his hands, his eyes full of reluctance. He couldn't understand why he could miscalculate even though he had Han Junhao's life in his hands.

"It doesn't matter who I am. If you have this skill, just think about what will happen to you."

Of course I would not be stupid enough to reveal my identity, so I turned to Han Wenshan and said, "Mr. Han, the matter is done and I'll leave it to you."

"I knew I was right. I won't say much more to thank you." Han Wenshan nodded gratefully.

At this moment, Dao Jinfeng suddenly threw something at us.

A thin thread-like insect, difficult to detect without looking carefully.

But after practicing the art of observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye, my eyes are sharp. At such a close distance, even a flying strand of hair cannot reach my eyes.

"Mr. Han, be careful! This is another heart-eating insect! Don't let it crawl on you!" I reminded loudly, and Han Wenshan and I stepped back step by step.

Lao Zhou was also quite afraid to go around and block Han Wenshan's front.

Tiny insects twisted on the ground and crawled toward us quickly.

I picked up the water glass by Han Junhao's bedside. With quick eyes and quick hands, I took advantage of the fact that the heart-eating insects were not there yet, and poured it down with a swish of water.

The heart-eating worm was illuminated in the cup. Dao Jinfeng took this opportunity to get up and ran to the window with all his strength, and jumped out desperately.

"Lao Zhou, chase, don't let her escape!"

Han Wenshan gave an order, and Lao Zhou responded. He chased after him with great agility and jumped out of the window.

He was obviously very relieved about Lao Zhou. He walked to the window and took a look, then came back and stared at the heart-eating worm squirming in the cup, his eyes full of fear and hatred.

It was this disgusting and weird little bug that caused his son to suffer so much.

"It should work if you burn it with fire." I didn't like this harmful insect either, so I immediately found a few paper towels, lit them and stuffed them into the glass.

The long heart-eating worm kept twisting its body, obviously feeling uncomfortable being roasted by the fire.

There was not enough oxygen in the cup, so one piece of paper burned out, so I lit a new one and stuffed it in. After repeating this process several times, the heart-eating insect finally stopped moving.

I found another metal trash can, threw all the cup, nematodes, and paper towel remnants into it, lit a fire, and felt relieved after watching the heart-eating worms being completely burned to ashes.

"No problem." I clapped my hands, stood up and nodded to Han Wenshan.

"I won't say much more about my gratitude. You helped me Han Wenshan twice. I will keep this kindness in my heart. If you need help in the future, just ask. As long as I, Han Wenshan, can do it, I will do my best!"

Han Wenshan said solemnly.

"Thank you, Mr. Han." I just smiled lightly.

Most people should be able to get a promise from the Han family, but for me, I am more concerned about how much compensation he will give me this time.

From beginning to end, I just regarded this matter as a business and had no intention of clinging to his Han family.

"Perhaps what happened just now made you think of me as a person who values ​​money more than life?" Han Wenshan looked a little embarrassed and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"This is Mr. Han's matter. I won't make random speculations."

"Others think that my Han family is prosperous, but in fact, all the family property and power are in the hands of the old man, and I am the least valued among the three sons, and I don't have many assets at all."

Han Wenshan smiled bitterly.

"So much so that when my son's life is at stake, I still have to bargain, which makes Master Li laugh. But don't worry, I will never treat you badly this time!"

"I'm a pauper, so why would I have the nerve to laugh at Mr. Han?" I expressed my understanding.

Not long after, Lao Zhou came back with a sullen face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I made a mistake and that cunning woman ran away."