Chapter 92: Near Death (2 / 2)

Jiang Shiyu's tears moved me deeply, and even Wang Yi was sighing heavily beside me. He spoke in a somber tone, "My Tianshi Order can temporarily stabilize his soul, preventing the parasites from reaching his heart, but that's only temporary. Once all the organs fail, even Yuanshi Tianzun wouldn't be able to save him. However, while he still has breath, there is someone you can ask for help."

"Who?" Jiang Shiyu asked urgently.

"Wang Beitang," Wang Yi replied. "He's a remarkable man, skilled in Qimen Dunjia, Feng Shui, and Taoist arts. He's spent years studying the way of parasitic sorcery in the mountains. If it weren't for losing a bet to my grandfather, he wouldn't be living in the desolate mountains for thirty years. He's a man of integrity, and his skills are unparalleled. You can't just be an average person to guard the 'Wanzangkou.'"

Wang Yi paused, as if holding back some unspeakable truth. "But here's the problem. The Wanzangkou has reached its thirty-year limit. It's a crucial turning point—a full cycle of sixty years. This year, the White Tiger star has descended, and the Mars star is in conflict, while the Mercury star is hiding. It's a year when the Wanzangkou will fully open, triggering a rare Feng Shui formation—White Tiger vs. Yin Soldiers. Wang Beitang needs to preside over the formation to help the White Tiger defeat the Yin Soldiers. If the 100,000 Yin Soldiers are released, it will bring disaster to the whole northern region—a catastrophe that happens once in a thousand years."

"I'll go get him!" Jiang Shiyu said, her voice filled with urgency.

But Wang Yi stopped her. "The next seven days are the days when the killing stars will appear. During this time, the Wanzangkou will turn into an extreme realm of darkness. Wang Beitang will stay there, guarding the Wanzangkou. All the wandering souls and evil spirits will be heading toward it. It's dangerous for you to go, and even if you do, he might not agree to leave. I need to stay here and maintain the Tianshi Order, so I can't go with you."

Just as Wang Yi finished speaking, I coughed up another large mouthful of something. I wasn't sure what it was, but I felt a numb, itchy sensation in my throat. Wang Yi sighed again. "The number of insect larvae Dabao has expelled is increasing. If the larvae transform into full-grown insects, not even immortals can save him. I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and I saw a middle-aged couple walk in. They grabbed Jiang Shiyu and started pulling her toward the door, scolding her as they did. "You've gone too far! If it weren't for the credit card address showing up at the hospital, I wouldn't have known you were deceiving me. Come on, let's go home!"

"Father, I'm not going home. Zhang Dabao is going to die. I must save him!" Jiang Shiyu struggled against them.

Her mother tried to persuade her. "I already asked the attending physician when I came. This disease is only a matter of time, honey. You've been through a lot, but you're still young. Life must go on. We've arranged everything for you in the U.S., and they've agreed to let you delay your enrollment for a few days. The plane is convenient now, so you can go and take care of things first, then come back."

"No, I won't go! I have to save him! If I don't save him, he's going to die!" Jiang Shiyu's voice quivered with desperation.

"Even the doctors can't save him. What can you do? Come home right now!" Her father scolded.

I could only watch this scene unfold in front of me. The love Jiang Shiyu had for me, I could never repay. But sadly, I couldn't move. The tube in my throat prevented me from speaking, but it couldn't stop the emotions inside me—suffocating, touching, heartbreaking, and complicated tears slowly flowed down my face.

For the first time, I realized that death was so close to me. As a Taoist, how could I die from witchcraft? It was almost laughable, but the reality had already happened. Looking back, I suspected that the first man I encountered had buried the insects into my chest. The wine I drank had acted as a catalyst for the insect eggs, allowing them to hatch and survive in my body.

But what could I do now? I couldn't even raise a finger.

"Father, don't force me. I really need to save him." Jiang Shiyu took a step back and then said, "I've seen many strange things since I was young. You should believe in the supernatural. So, Dad, I'm the only one who can save him. Please let me go!" She grabbed a thermometer and held it to her mouth. "If you don't let me go, I'll swallow this!"