The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 238: Xie Beihan Remains Unlucky

Chapter 238: Xie Beihan Remains Unlucky

"Well done, Little Sixth Sister!" Xie Beihan, who had just been nervously clenching his fists, now shouted excitedly. He rushed over, somewhat afraid but still carefully picking up the skulls and protecting them. These five skulls were crucial to saving the Fan family.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Unexpectedly, Fan Guizong, who was lying on the ground, propped himself up and suddenly burst into manic laughter.

Nanli frowned and immediately turned to look at Xie Beihan. In the moonlight, Xie Beihan looked handsome, but there was a heavy aura of death hovering over his forehead.

As Nanli approached the skulls, due to Xie Beihan’s contact, a strange aura began emanating from them, spreading out and enveloping him swiftly.

"Quick, put them down!" Nanli shouted, "These skulls are cursed by him!"

Xie Beihan shivered, still somewhat dazed, but he could still understand Nanli’s words. He put down the skulls.

"What... What curse?" he asked.

Fan Guizong smirked triumphantly, "This is a curse I specially placed. It was meant to deal with the Fan family, but these skulls were touched by you first. Unfortunately, you’re not the one cursed, Ninth Princess."

He now understood that Nanli must have used a special talisman to instantly appear behind him.

Xie Beihan almost blacked out on the spot. Why? Why was his luck always so bad?! He felt like crying but had no tears left. "Little Sixth Sister, am I really cursed? Can you lift it?"

The members of the Fan family also became nervous. This was their family’s matter; how could they involve others?

The death curse attached to the skulls had completely transferred to Xie Beihan.

Nanli’s expression sank slowly. "This curse was meticulously crafted; it’s not easy to dispel."

"It’s not that it’s not easy to dispel, it’s that you simply can’t dispel it!" Fan Guizong sneered. He staggered to his feet, now extremely arrogant. "Even if you kill me and tear apart my soul, this curse won’t be lifted!"

He had been studying Daoist arts and curses since childhood. If they could be easily dispelled, wouldn’t all his years of study have been in vain?

With the skulls taken away, he couldn’t kill the Fan family, and he would fall into a trap himself. But if he could drag someone else down with him, it wouldn’t be too much of a loss. After all, Xie Beihan was the Noble Prince of Zhenbei. Even if he was useless, he was still half of royal blood. If he died at the Fan family’s hands, the Fan family wouldn’t have it easy either.

The guards who followed over saw their master fall victim to a plot and didn’t intend to be polite. Two of them immediately tried to seize Fan Guizong.

Fan Shizhong stopped them immediately. "Don’t go over there. His talismans can take lives in an instant."

The guards, remembering the Fan family guards lying on the ground, felt their scalps go numb and didn’t dare to act rashly.

"Do you need to be so cruel?" Xie Beihan was angry and anxious. He was about to ask what Fan Guizong wanted, but he suddenly felt a cold hand tighten around his throat.

He couldn’t breathe.

His face turned purple in an instant.

Even though Fan Shizhong and the others couldn’t see the change in the aura of death around Xie Beihan, seeing him sway and his face turn pale, they all exclaimed in shock and moved forward.

Xie Beihan’s limbs stiffened, and he couldn’t move at all. At this moment, he felt like he was sinking into icy water, unable to struggle, unable to breathe, seemingly only able to wait quietly to drown.

The only thought in his mind was, "Little Sixth Sister, save me!"

As this thought arose, a powerful force seemed to split all the ice water apart.

Xie Beihan could finally breathe again. He sat down heavily on the ground, feeling weak all over.

When he looked up, he saw Nanli standing in front of him, holding the Celestial Star Pen.

Before he could speak, Nanli drew another talisman out of thin air.

A golden light flashed, and the talisman fell on Xie Beihan, slightly dispelling and suppressing the death curse on his body.

"Have I escaped disaster?" After the ordeal just now, Xie Beihan felt like all his strength had been drained from his body, and now he spoke weakly.

"No, this curse is not easy to break, but it can be temporarily suppressed," Nanli said.

Xie Beihan wasn’t too afraid either. After all, in the past year, he had become more courageous. As long as Little Sixth Sister was there, he didn’t need to be too afraid!

Fan Guizong, who had been feeling smug, never expected Nanli to be able to draw a talisman to suppress this death curse. He was immediately stunned on the spot.

Nanli’s fair and flawless face, cold and aloof demeanor, and indifferent eyes made Fan Guizong feel scorned. How could this be? What he couldn’t accept the most was being looked down upon. Poisonous thoughts rose in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and took out a spirit pouch from his sleeve. On it was a Ghost Sealing Talisman. With a cold smirk, he almost hesitated and then peeled open the Ghost Sealing Talisman.

With the seal of the Ghost Sealing Talisman broken, it burst open with a bang!

The Fan family members were still puzzled, not dodging, and even widened their eyes to see clearly what it was.

However, after the spirit pouch burst open, it stirred up gusts of cold wind, and a mournful laughter rang out, seemingly about to rupture eardrums. Everyone present hurriedly covered their ears, but it was futile. They couldn’t resist that laughter at all!

A dark mist flew out from the burst spirit pouch, rushing towards Fan Guizong.

Fan Guizong was prepared and immediately used a Ghost Repelling Talisman to block the dark mist. Then, he took out another talisman. Nanli saw it was a teleportation talisman and immediately threw a tracking talisman at him.

As the figure disappeared, the tracking talisman landed on Fan Guizong’s arm, disappearing with him into the Fan family mansion.

At this point, Nanli couldn’t care less about Fan Guizong, because what burst out of the spirit pouch was a thousand-year-old malevolent spirit!

Malevolent spirits were difficult to deal with, let alone a thousand-year-old one.

The thousand-year-old malevolent spirit, seeing Fan Guizong escape, was in no hurry. It dispersed its black mist, almost spreading it throughout the entire courtyard. All it wanted was to annihilate the hundreds of people present and then feed on the resentment they left behind to strengthen itself.

But just as the black mist was about to claim lives, streaks of golden light flashed past, forcing the black mist to retreat.

As the black mist dissipated, the true appearance of the thousand-year-old malevolent spirit was revealed. Its face was rough, not terrifying, but there was a scar on its neck, presumably its cause of death.

It stared at Nanli, without fear but rather excitement. "You, little girl, have some skills. I’ll start with you!" As a thousand-year-old malevolent spirit, it had encountered many Taoists who wanted to subdue it. So, whenever it saw someone skilled in Taoist arts, it was filled with endless hatred and wanted to tear them all to pieces. As soon as the words fell, it immediately rushed over, its ghostly aura surging!