Liu Zhou almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
Was it really Yan Jun’s hand?
Yan Hai's eyes were extremely complicated, with indescribable emotions. He calmed down for a moment, looked at his son in front of him, and asked lightly: "Why? Give me a reason."
Yan Hai looked at Yan Jun in front of him, his eyes showing disappointment, sadness and confusion.
Yan Jun ignored his father, but looked at Chen Qiye with a playful tone: "Before I die, can you answer me a question?"
"You want to know how I know it's you, right?"
"Not bad." Yan Jun nodded.
"This lowering of the head is not difficult to solve. What is more difficult than the method is how to remove it." Chen Qiye pointed to the position where the blood line disappeared on Yan Hai's arm, "At this position, the lowering of the head is the most powerful, and the blood in the whole body is exhausted. Only
Here, those who are beheaded will die faster!"
Yan Jun nodded and said: "Yes, you are right about this."
Ignoring Yan Jun, Chen Qiye continued: "But unless you are a close relative, it is almost impossible for this witchcraft to lower your head to succeed."
Looking at Yan Hai, Chen Qiye asked: "Think carefully, did anything strange happen to you before your body appeared strange?"
Strange thing?
Yan Hai frowned. He seemed to have started to feel unwell a few months ago. Suddenly, he said, "I remember one time, my arm was injured, and it was...he bandaged it for me."
Looking at his own flesh and blood who wanted to kill him, Yan Hai no longer knew what to call him.
Chen Qiye nodded and said: "If I guessed correctly, the bow was made at that time."
"And your blood was added, right?"
Chen Qiye asked Yan Jun this sentence.
"Haha, not bad!" Yan Jun laughed, looking like he was confessing.
"Is there any misunderstanding... in this?" Huang Jiancheng said, "Mr. Chen, didn't you say that if this technique of lowering the head is successful, it will harm three generations?"
"If this happens, Yan Jun himself will die too."
From Huang Jiancheng's point of view, this is like dying together!
"What if he wanted to die?"
Chen Qiye looked at Yan Jun and said calmly: "Some things are not without solutions. In other words, even if you want to die, why would you use such cruel methods to kill your father?"
Yan Jun looked bitter and laughed at himself: "Who wants to die? But have you ever thought about, if I die, how will my father survive? A man with white hair will send a man with black hair, and then he will die alone?"
"I'm sure that as soon as I die, he will die too within a month!"
"this……"
Huang Jiancheng didn't know what to say, and he didn't even understand what he meant.
"Alas!" Yan Hai sighed heavily, "Yes, he is right. As long as he dies, I will not be far from death."
As he spoke, Yan Hai looked a little sad and said slowly: "Speaking of which, this is a family matter of my Yan family, and I, as a father, have always owed you."
Yan Hai looked at Yan Jun and said, "If you want my life, then take it!"
There was no trace of resentment anymore, Yan Hai's expression was calm, and his tone was even more willing.
Now, Huang Jiancheng couldn't understand it even more.
What is your old friend doing?
Jishitang Liu Zhou was already confused. Is the father and son playing a double act or a duet? Why are they both rushing to die?
Chen Qiye was thoughtful.
"Mr. Chen, don't worry, I will fulfill my promise." Yan Jun looked at Chen Qiye, "This villa will be yours from now on, as a reward for treating my father."
"Then, you plan to kill your father and then commit suicide?" Chen Qiye saw through Yan Jun's thoughts at a glance.
"Yes, that's the plan."
Yan Jun nodded, not hiding anything.
Chen Qiye shook his head. One begged for death and the other wanted to die. These father and son were deeply in love.
"There may not be any room for change in this matter."
Chen Qiye thought about it and decided to take action. Even though he wouldn't help, he could still take the villa with peace of mind. According to the agreement, this was what he deserved.
Don't worry about cause and effect.
But as a human being and as a father, Chen Qiye still couldn't bear it.
Hearing Chen Qiye's words, Yan Jun's eyes lit up. It was the dying man's desire to live, but then dimmed again and said: "It's impossible. I have thought of many ways in the past few years."
Yan Jun admitted that Chen Qiye was very good at treating diseases and saving people, but he was not sick.
"If you don't try it, how will you know?"
Regarding Yan Jun's situation, Chen Qiye was just guessing. He couldn't make a conclusion for a while about the specific situation.
When Yan Jun heard this, he hesitated. Before that, he had already been in despair, otherwise he would not have wanted to kill his father. Now that hope appeared in front of him, he didn't know whether to believe it or not.
"No matter what happened to you, I believe in Mr. Chen's ability. At least he will have a solution." Huang Jiancheng said.
"I will listen to you in everything." Yan Hai did not say much. If his son chose to die, he would not hesitate.
Yan Jun struggled for a moment and finally said: "Okay, then, I'll trouble Mr. Chen."
This time, Yan Jun's expression was much more solemn, and he bowed to Chen Qiye after speaking.
"I'm sorry to trouble you this time. I know the rules of Jishi Hall. The consultation fee will not be less."
Yan Jun turned around and said to Liu Zhou.
Liu Zhou felt like an outsider, simply superfluous. Not only had he been arrogant and arrogant before, but in the end, his treatment failed.
He also kept mocking Chen Qiye, but was slapped in the face.
"No, it's because I'm not good at my studies. I'll take my leave."
Liu Zhou didn't have the nerve to ask for medical expenses, so he left in despair.
When Liu Zhou left, Yan Hai sighed and said: "I offended many enemies in my early years. When I get older, Xiaojun will have to take care of these things. I know even if he doesn't tell me, in order to deal with these things, he has to be careful every day."
."
"Xiaojun is right. Once he dies, my old bones won't live long."
Yan Hai looked at Yan Jun and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Jun remained silent. Even if he told his father about this matter, what would happen?
"If I guessed correctly, you should have been cursed!"
Chen Qiye looked at Yan Jun, which ordinary people couldn't see, but in his eyes, there was a faint bloody mark on Yan Jun's forehead, which looked like shackles, but was actually a prison!
Chen Qiye couldn't see much else, but what he was sure of was that this curse made Yan Jun miserable, and he had no other choice but to die.
"curse?!"
Both Yan Hai and Huang Jiancheng were shocked.
The theory of lowering the head is not unfamiliar to ordinary people, especially business people, who believe in metaphysics to some extent. The art of lowering the head is mostly popular in Southeast Asia.
But does such a thing as a curse... really exist?
Yan Jun didn't have high hopes at first, he just wanted to give it a last try, but when he heard Chen Qiye's words, he felt as if he was struck by lightning and his expression froze.
He, how did he see it?!
"Chen, Mr. Chen, no, Master Chen, you, can you tell?"
Yan Jun's voice was trembling with excitement. He had looked for many people for this matter, such as hermits, Taoists, monks, and Feng Shui masters. He looked for them all.
But the final result was all spent money and had no effect at all.
Chen Qiye is the first person who can see the curse in himself.
No wonder he was so excited.
"good."
Chen Qiye nodded. Originally, he was only 50% sure, but now Yan Jun's expression said everything.