"Qinglong, Qinglong, how are you?" Heihu heard the guards say that Qinglong had something wrong, and immediately ran over and rushed into the room. As soon as he entered the room, Heihu was frightened by the scene in front of him. Heihu was still lying on the bed in a coma, and the black head had already disappeared, replaced by a silver-white head.

Heihu's heart suddenly stumbled, "The man of the heavenly curse! How could he be the man of the heavenly curse! God, are you blind? The person who does the ritual is me! Not my disciple! If you want to curse, curse me. How could it be my disciple who blocked this disaster for me! Heaven is unfair!"

Poor Heihu finally cultivated such an outstanding successor as Qinglong, but because he forcibly used the forbidden technique, the heavenly curse was caused! But this heavenly curse did not fall on himself, but was borne by Qinglong on his behalf! This is called Heihu not hated and regretted it!

"Qinglong! It's the master who is sorry for you! The master shouldn't disobey the master's order and forcefully use the soul-detention technique!" Heihu hugged Qinglong and said in pain.

"Hmm? Who are you? Why are you crying next to me?" Qinglong heard someone crying beside him in a trance, and he woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw the black tiger hugging him and crying loudly.

"Disciple, disciple! What's wrong with you? I'm the master!" Heihu asked Qinglong with concern while wiping his nose and tears.

"Master? I don't remember, who are you? Who am I?" Qinglong felt like he had lost his soul, and he didn't know anyone.

"I'm amnesia!" A thought flashed through Heihu's mind, "Did the lightning have already hurt Qinglong's brain? It's made him lose his memory!"

"Disciple, don't worry, the master will find a way to cure you and restore your memory!" Heihu comforted Qinglong and said.

Heihu and Qinglong have been together for so long, and there is no need to say much about the deep relationship. In Heihu's heart, he has long regarded Qinglong as his own child.

"Hey, have you heard of it? The Qinglong seems to have lost his memory!"

"Really? Where did you hear the news, is it reliable?"

"Can this be fake? So many people know it, and I heard that Qinglong seemed to be cursed by something, and even his head turned white!"

"Oh, the curse has come out! What did he mess with? I heard that this thing is very evil!"

"That's right! When I was on a mission, I passed by a Miaojiang village. What's wrong with it? The people there actually feed the bugs with their own blood! And they can even talk to the bugs. I heard from the people there that these bugs are all Gu, which is very evil!"

"If you say so, the Qinglong envoy was cursed, I'm afraid it's almost impossible to tell the story of Qinglong's cursed!" In the black prison, the Qinglong's cursed spread all over the night like snowflakes, and people could be seen everywhere whispering and talking about this matter.

As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles away. These days, Lao Tie and another man in black who were rescued by Qinglong were in a bad mood.

"Lao Tie, you said that your benefactor won't be really wrong, right?" The man in black and Lao Tie walked side by side, and asked Lao Tie.

"I don't know. Now there are discussions about the curse of the benefactor everywhere. And since that day, Commander Heihu has blocked all the news about the benefactor, saying that the benefactor was injured and needs to recuperate! I am not very clear about the specific situation." Lao Tie also frowned. Logically speaking, even if Qinglong was injured, it would not be known to everyone. There must be something wrong with it. I am afraid that many people with ulterior motives are secretly pushing all this.

"No, I, Hou San, are not the kind of person who knows how to be kind but not repay. Since my life was saved by my benefactor, I should do something for him! I have not eaten well these days and I don't have any sleep. I have to do nothing like this and wait, but it's even more uncomfortable than killing me!" It turned out that the man in black was named Hou San. It seems that there are not all ruthless people in this black prison, at least there are people who know how to repay kindness!

"Old Tie, why don't we dig ginseng? I heard that this thing can bring about a life. Even if you have a breath, it can force your life back from the King of Hell!" Hou San suggested to Lao Tie.

"Ginseng? Do you know this thing? Besides, the mountains are vast, where do you go to find ginseng? If you encounter some miasma poisonous insects, you may have to explain your life in that mountain." Lao Tie mercilessly exposes Hou San's beautiful fantasy.

"I, I, I can go and steal it! I don't believe it anymore. Those rich businessmen will have no ginseng! If it really doesn't work, we just need to put a knife on their necks and keep it safe and hand it over everything!" Hou San blushed for a while, and said a good idea again with his mouth.

Before I knew it, I had already written 300,000 yuan, not much, but I still feel a sense of accomplishment. The original motivation for writing this was because I like it. I hope more people can see this book.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!