Chapter 54: The Witchcraft of Miao Territory, the Great-Bellied Gu!

Mu Ruxue’s expression darkened as she firmly grasped the peachwood sword behind her back.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

Especially during these tense times, it could very well be an enemy at the door.

“It’s just a normal person,” Qin Feng immediately stood up and said.

He could tell who it was outside just by sensing their aura.

“Aunt, you go freshen up and change clothes first. I’ll go answer the door,” Qin Feng said.

“All right,”

Mu Ruxue’s tense nerves relaxed.

As long as it wasn’t someone from the Taoist sect, that was good.

She had feared that Feng Yang and the others had caught up and arrived here so quickly.

Although Qin Feng possessed the Blood Nightmare Concealment Technique, it was still uncertain whether it was effective.

It was best to remain cautious in all matters.

After all, caution never leads to mistakes.

Qin Feng tidied his clothes, retracting his hair and nails back into his body.

He put on his sunglasses and eye mask.

He glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror nearby and, seeing nothing unusual, proceeded to the door and opened it.

Upon opening, he saw a woman with an anxious expression.

She looked young, around twenty years old.

Her waist-length hair framed her face, and she wore a white Hello Kitty pajama set.

A faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her.

“Hello, is Sister Xue here?” the woman asked, momentarily surprised upon seeing Qin Feng but quickly inquiring.

“She’s here. What do you need her for?” Qin Feng asked.

“Sister Xue?”

That must be his aunt, Mu Ruxue.

“My mother is afflicted with a strange illness and is near death. I want to ask Sister Xue to save her,” the woman said, her eyes red and face full of urgency.

She was about to push past Qin Feng and rush inside.

“It’s you, Xiaoyi. Don’t be anxious. Let’s talk while we walk,” Mu Ruxue said as she came out of the house dressed in a white tracksuit that perfectly showcased her alluring figure.

As they spoke, Mu Ruxue led Qin Feng outside, closed the door behind them, and headed toward the elevator.

“Sister Xue, it’s like this: I’m not sure if my mother ate something wrong. She started having stomach pain at dusk. We went to the hospital, but they found nothing wrong.

“At first, we didn’t pay much attention. But just now, my mother’s belly began to swell, and the pain nearly made her faint. It’s too late to call an ambulance now.

“I thought you knew some medical skills, so I beg you to save my mother,” Xiaoyi said, kneeling before Mu Ruxue at the elevator entrance.

“Xiaoyi, don’t do that. Get up quickly,” Mu Ruxue hurriedly helped her to her feet.

“Aunt, how did she know you have medical skills?” Qin Feng asked, puzzled as he looked at Mu Ruxue.

He was certain he didn’t recognize this woman.

He had seen her a few times before, living somewhere above the ninth floor—the same building they lived in—but he wasn’t sure which floor exactly.

There were two or three occasions when he entered the elevator and saw her standing inside.

“Aren’t you dating Liu Xue? Auntie is home alone and bored, so she started diagnosing neighbors’ minor ailments.

“Word got around that I know a bit of medicine.

“Xiaoyi’s mother once had a fishbone stuck in her throat, and I treated her. That’s how I met Xiaoyi,” Mu Ruxue explained.

“I see,” Qin Feng nodded in sudden understanding.

They entered the elevator, and Xiaoyi pressed the button for the thirtieth floor.

That was the penthouse—more expensive and a duplex.

It seemed Xiaoyi’s family was quite wealthy.

Soon, the elevator reached the thirtieth floor.

Xiaoyi quickly led Qin Feng and Mu Ruxue to the door, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and entered.

The interior was luxuriously decorated, much larger than his aunt’s place.

It was estimated to be over two hundred square meters.

Perhaps Xiaoyi’s mother had purchased two units and combined them into one.

Inside the entrance was a staircase leading to the upper level of the duplex, which had a rooftop terrace where flowers and plants were grown.

The living room’s large balcony was filled with thriving succulents.

On the sofa lay a middle-aged woman.

Her swollen belly was prominent, and she emitted weak groans.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, soaking her purple silk pajamas and clinging tightly to her body.

She was in a semi-conscious state, almost losing awareness.

“Mom!” Xiaoyi rushed to her side, tears streaming down her face.

Mu Ruxue stepped forward to examine her, then lifted the woman’s clothes.

Inside the round, swollen belly, countless writhing creatures moved.

Occasionally, the belly would bulge slightly.

“It’s the Miao tribal Big Belly Gu!” Mu Ruxue frowned deeply, speaking with certainty.

As a Taoist disciple, she was versed in mountain medicine, fate divination, and physiognomy.

Understanding the yin and yang worlds, as well as the many sects and schools, was necessary.

Nanyang voodoo.

Miao tribal witchcraft.

These sinister arts, she could identify at a glance.

But recognizing it was one thing; dispelling the Gu was exceedingly difficult.

“What is Big Belly Gu?” Qin Feng asked.

“Big Belly Gu is a type of Miao tribal witchcraft.

“The host dies a gruesome death as the Gu toxin replicates and multiplies inside their body.

“As the quantity grows, the belly expands until it finally bursts.

“During this process, the host endures pain comparable to walking on blades or through fire,” Mu Ruxue said gravely.

“Can it be cured?”

“The teachings passed down to me by the Infinite Celestial Master include a method to dispel the Gu, but I haven’t mastered it yet.

“Using it rashly could backfire,” Mu Ruxue said, frowning deeply.

“Aunt, teach me the method to dispel the Gu. Let me try,” Qin Feng said.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ruxue’s eyes brightened.

Of course! How had she not thought of that?

Qin Feng was a quick learner; he could surely master the technique instantly.

Then, Mu Ruxue imparted the method to him.

Qin Feng memorized it thoroughly.

“Aunt, give me yellow joss paper, a wolf hair brush, and cinnabar,” Qin Feng said.

“All right,”

Mu Ruxue brought out the three items.

Qin Feng took them, spread the yellow joss paper flat, dipped the wolf hair brush into the cinnabar, and began to draw talismans in a flowing script.

This was the key to dispelling the Big Belly Gu.

Without this talisman, it was impossible to remove the Gu.

That was why Mu Ruxue was uncertain—she hadn’t mastered the talisman drawing technique.

But after teaching Qin Feng, he remembered it immediately.

After finishing the talisman, Qin Feng looked at Xiaoyi.

“Go get a bowl, some ashes from the bottom of the stove, and a clear glass cup.”

“All right,”

Xiaoyi wiped her tears and quickly complied.

Soon, she returned with the bowl, stove ashes, and glass cup.

Qin Feng took the items, set the talisman aflame, and placed it in the bowl.

Once it burned to ashes, he mixed in the stove ashes evenly.

Mu Ruxue, understanding Qin Feng’s next steps, offered the water from her Rootless Water vial, pouring it into the bowl.

“Help your mother sit up,” Qin Feng instructed Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi immediately supported the middle-aged woman.

Qin Feng pinched the woman’s mouth open and forced the mixture from the bowl into her mouth.

Finally, holding the glass cup, he formed a seal on its rim and chanted an incantation.

With a sharp snap, he pressed the cup swiftly onto the woman’s navel.