"How powerful is he?" Shen Weixun's expression turned solemn. His heart seemed to be suddenly lifted by a pair of hands.
A person who could be called the most powerful curse - master couldn't be weak. He never underestimated any opponent. Even if the opponent was a seemingly helpless child, wasn't Niannian the best example?
Now, Xiaotuanzi (Niannian) had accidentally been drugged. Even with her strong physical functions and quick recovery, there would still be some effects right after the drug wore off.
If the opponent was determined to kill Xiaotuanzi and didn't even give Niannian a chance to wake up before taking her life, they seemed to be at a loss.
"I only know that he had mastered the Flying Head Curse ten years ago. He hasn't appeared in the public or used his curse on anyone for the past ten years. My master told me that he used to be a rather evil person. He would even curse people he disliked on the roadside. But he was extremely talented. Even if others hated him to the core, they couldn't do anything about him.
Later, no one knew exactly what happened. After he mastered the Flying Head Curse, he rarely showed up in public. He always stayed in his own territory. Some people said that a big boss had taken a fancy to him and offered him excellent conditions, so now he only served that big boss.
But these are just rumors. I don't know if they're true or not." The bald - headed man's tone carried a hint of admiration. The Flying Head Curse wasn't something an ordinary person could master.
There were more than a dozen types of flying curses, such as the "Mirror Curse", "Glass Curse", "Animal Curse", and the "Flying Head Curse". Among them, the "Flying Head Curse" was the most powerful.
The most vicious method was also the "Flying Head Curse". Usually, witches with this kind of sorcery would only come out to cause harm at night. During the day, they were no different from ordinary people. When night fell, the curse - master's head would separate from his body and fly everywhere in search of fetuses and other people's fresh blood to suck.
It was said that fetuses were formed by the essence of yin and yang. The more a curse - master sucked, the longer he could live, and the stronger his magic would be. The "Flying Head Curse" was not easy to practice. Practitioners were very likely to lose their lives. Most people who practiced the "Flying Head Curse" had deep hatred to avenge, which gave them the courage and perseverance to risk death.
One had to practice the "Flying Head Curse" at least seven times to master it. Each time, it took 49 days. During the practice period, one had to suck blood every night. If one missed a day, all previous efforts would be in vain, and there would be no chance to practice again.
So during the more than 300 days of practice, the head would fly out every night. It would suck human blood if it met people, dog blood if it met dogs. No poultry or animal could escape. It was very terrifying and hard to guard against.
For those who hadn't mastered it yet, when their heads left their bodies, their intestines would also be dragged out.
To prevent the Flying Head Curse practitioners from sucking blood, the locals would install anti - theft spikes on the roofs or plant thorny plants. If a flying head passed over the roof, it might be stabbed by the spikes. Once the intestines were stabbed, the head couldn't return to its original place. When dawn came, the flying head would turn into a pool of black blood and disappear.
And the curse - master would be left with only a pool of blood.
The Flying Head Curse was a curse that a curse - master placed on himself, separating his body parts to achieve a kind of immortality to some extent.
A person who could be so cruel to himself was surely extraordinary.
As soon as they heard that the man who might have kidnapped Niannian had even mastered the Flying Head Curse, everyone's expressions turned grim.
Such a ruthless person, if he knew a bit about Niannian's background, would definitely not give her a chance to live.
He must have known Niannian's background.
The person who kidnapped Xiaotuanzi knew how to use Xiaotuanzi's aunt and uncle to execute a plan to divert the tiger from its mountain. Either he had colluded with them for a long time, or they had revealed Niannian's information.
No matter how one thought about it, Niannian was in great danger this time.
"Can you drive faster? As long as you don't hit anyone, I'll take responsibility for anything that happens." Shen Weixun urged the driver in a deep voice. His face became even more gloomy, and the others gritted their teeth.
No matter how powerful the opponent was or what his identity was, it was absolutely unacceptable for him to have any ill intentions towards their little junior sister.
If anything really happened to Niannian, they swore that they would grind the enemy to powder, not even giving him a chance to be reincarnated. They would even dig out his ancestral graves.
To hell with cultivating the Tao and the law of cause and effect! I won't cultivate anymore!
The driver was arranged by Shen Weixun and was very obedient to him.
Upon receiving the order, the driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation and drove the car at full speed.
Within the controllable range, they soon arrived at the destination after a wild dash.
There was a vast wilderness around, and in the middle was only a dilapidated - looking yard.
"Did you say the hermit lives here?"
This place was remote, which met their expectations. But it was so dilapidated that it was beyond their anticipation.
After all, according to the bald - headed man, if that person was really tempted by wealth and went to work for a big boss, he must be a very greedy man.
A greedy man would surely enjoy a material life. It was really inappropriate for him to live in such a shabby yard.
"That's right. I saw him before. My master once wanted to ask him for help and brought me here." The bald - headed man nodded firmly.
But he sounded a bit hesitant towards the end.
After all, that was more than ten years ago. He was just a child then.
He didn't know if the man had changed his address.
But since his brother said that the man was still here, he should be.
They were all people in the underworld. There was no need to gain a reputation for being untrustworthy because of such things.
"Let's go in and take a look."
After all, they were here to rescue someone. Taoist Qingyun wasn't in a good mood either. He kicked the door open and stepped in. As soon as they entered the yard, the scene in front of them was shocking and nauseating.
On both sides were rows of dog cages. But what were locked in the cages weren't animals.
They were children, all seven or eight years old. They were all emaciated, their eyes dull, almost tortured beyond recognition.
Anyone who wasn't heartless would feel indignant at the sight.
"What does he want with so many kids?"
"The Flying Head Curse requires the blood of children to be mastered and maintained. He probably raised these kids for their blood." The bald - headed man murmured in reply. He didn't show any reaction to the scene, as if he was used to it.
And that was really the case.