Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Curse of the Living Dead Descends

Fu Yang nodded and took the seat across from Tang Li.

“President Tang, may I ask you something? In the past while, have you been having nightmares every night? And do you often feel an inexplicable itch all over your body?”

At that, Tang Li’s expression changed drastically. She shot to her feet, both hands braced on the desk, and blurted out, “How do you know that?”

Then, realizing she had lost her composure, she sat back down and fixed him with an eagle-sharp stare.

“Damn, what a ferocious look. What kind of man could ever tame a woman like this?”

Fu Yang silently complained to himself, then put on a grave expression.

“President Tang, there are some things that may go far beyond your imagination. You need to be mentally prepared.”

Seeing how serious he was, Tang Li gave a cold laugh. As the president of one of the top three advertising companies in Jiangcheng, worth hundreds of millions, what storms, schemes, and intrigues had she never seen?

Fu Yang stared into her eyes and said, word by word, “I’m afraid you’ve been struck by a Southern Sea curse. A living-dead curse.”

A living-dead curse?

Tang Li froze.

Rather than refute him at once, she asked how he could prove such supernatural things.

“The Southern Sea curses are extremely evil and bizarre. Among them, the living-dead curse is especially vicious. The curse caster uses corpse oil taken from the rotting body of someone who died violently, adds certain curse powders, and has the victim drink it. Then, before the person even realizes it, the curse takes hold.”

“In the first few days, because of the yin and wicked aura within the corpse oil, the cursed person begins having endless nightmares. And as the corpse poison invades the body, bruised patches will appear from time to time, black lines will show in the eyes, and there will be an unbearable itching. No medicine and no treatment can suppress it.”

“After that stage, the skin begins to harden in spots. It loses its elasticity, like stiff wood. By then, the victim’s mind also starts to grow cloudy.”

“In the end, after a full seven times seven, forty-nine days, the whole body will rot away, yet the person will not die. They will become a terrifying living corpse, and may even be controlled by the curse caster to do harm to others.”

“From what I can see, fortunately, President Tang, you should still be in the first stage. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!”

Fu Yang said all of this in one breath.

At first he had not planned to let anyone know he understood mystic arts, but Tang Li was not only his senior from the same university, she was also a stunningly beautiful woman.

No normal person would willingly watch such beauty wither away. After much hesitation, he still said it.

The coldness in Tang Li’s face faded somewhat, and she became calmer. She said faintly, “Student Fu, what you said is indeed terrifying, and it does match some of my current physical and mental state. But how can you be sure I’m not simply exhausted from work and suffering from mental weakness, rather than having been cursed by some sorcerer?”

Fu Yang shrugged, somewhat helpless. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it is the truth. Fine, I’ll do the decent thing all the way and help President Tang remove this living-dead curse. Who told you to be my senior, and such a beautiful woman besides? Heh heh.”

This fellow had become shameless and flirtatious again.

The living-dead curse was indeed terrifying, but so long as it was still in the early stages, it was not difficult for him to dispel with his current strength.

By this point, Tang Li was already somewhat convinced.

“President Tang, please give me a candle and a bowl of clear water. I’ll make you believe me.”

Tang Li picked up the phone on the desk and dialed. “Bring a candle and a bowl of clear water to the president’s office immediately.”

Very soon, the door to the spacious office opened, and a young woman who looked like an assistant came in carrying a candle and a bowl of water.

“President Tang, the things you asked for.”

“Put them on the desk, then go out.”

Before leaving, the female assistant gave him a complicated look, as if she wanted to say something but held back.

Fu Yang placed the bowl of water on the desk, then lit the candle and set it behind it.

“Now please turn your palm upward, President Tang, and hold it above the bowl. Keep the candle at wrist level.”

Tang Li followed the instructions expressionlessly.

Fu Yang’s right-hand fingers moved swiftly in a series of seals, then his index and middle fingers extended while the other three curled in. He pressed them against the center of Tang Li’s brow.

Then he drew a peculiar shape, sliding down along her cheek and touching her collarbone...

They say a delicate collarbone, a hollow at the waist, dimples, and the like are among a woman’s most alluring details. Fu Yang thought there was indeed some truth to that, and his fingers were almost reluctant to leave.

“Does this spell require touching my collarbone?”

Tang Li looked at him coldly.

Fu Yang looked embarrassed and did not dare answer. He only moved quickly downward and pressed onto her arm.

Tang Li felt a warm current enter her body, causing the cold, sinister chill she had felt inside over the past few days to disperse quite a bit. Her whole body grew warm and comfortable.

“It really does feel much better? Could this Fu Yang actually know real sorcery? Could I truly have been cursed by someone?”

She thought this to herself.

Tang Li came from the upper echelons of society and was not some ordinary layperson who knew nothing. She was aware of many secret rumors that could not be openly spoken of in public.

So in truth, she was far more receptive than the average person to ideas like feng shui, fate-reading, and mystic arts.

In her daily dealings and socializing within her circles, she had more or less heard of such things before, and knew that this world was not as ordinary as people imagined. What she had never expected was that such a thing would happen to her...

Fu Yang’s hand slid down Tang Li’s fair arm.

Suddenly, something strange appeared at her wrist.

Countless black threads began surfacing from beneath her pale skin, looking as though a tattoo had been drawn there.

Even Tang Li, a formidable woman and company president, cried out at the sight of this eerie scene.

“Ah, ah... it hurts so much!”

She could no longer hold it in and let out a soft cry.

“A little pain is normal, President Tang. Removing a curse is a very troublesome matter. Usually, only the curse caster himself can undo it. Luckily, you ran into me...”

The ghostly path is overbearing beyond measure!

Most evil arts can be dispelled.

“Ah, ah, sob, mm... it hurts... gently, go easy...”

The searing pain at her wrist made Tang Li, this cold and beautiful corporate president, tearful-eyed. She was truly on the verge of breaking down.

To the two of them, this was perfectly normal.

But although the president’s office was fairly well insulated, Tang Li was crying out too loudly. Employees sitting nearby outside heard it all.

Their minds erupted in a tidal wave of shock.

“Good heavens! President Tang and that intern from earlier are actually in the office doing that...”

“Incredible, my brother! This is straight-up daytime lewdness!”

“How shameless. President Tang is usually so aloof—why would she be into this kind of thing?”

“Would it hurt a lot? Could President Tang actually be a virgin...?”

These white-collar workers, men and women alike, who were usually full of creative ideas in an advertising company, now let their imaginations run wild, each picturing what Fu Yang and Tang Li were doing in the president’s office.

In unison, these filthy minds concluded that they were banging...