Chapter 315 Soul Calming Talisman

After a long silence, no one dared to risk going forward.

The Spell Cultivator and Black Wizard who had dared to step forward earlier were precisely because their cultivation was higher than others, and now that both of them were dead, how could anyone else harbor any illusions?

Ye Bufan still wanted to observe a bit longer and wasn't in a hurry to step forward.

Andrew's face flashed with a cold ruthlessness, "Why is no one speaking? Did you come here to vacation?"

Then he pointed to a scrawny Old Man in front: "You!"

The scrawny Old Man trembled with fear and stammered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Andrew, this Old Man is incompetent. Please find someone more capable."

Andrew said with a cold expression, "Do you think 20 million usd is so easy to get? Either go in now and treat my son, or break an arm and get out!"

A look of determination flashed in the scrawny Old Man's eyes, "I'm sorry, Mr. Andrew, I really can't do anything."

Andrew waved his hand, and a bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed the Old Man's arm, and with a crack, it broke into two sections.

With that bone-chilling sound, the other Spell Cultivators all trembled with fear. It seemed this place was indeed not somewhere you could just come and go as you pleased.

The scrawny Old Man, holding his broken arm, hurriedly fled Andrew's home.

After some hesitation, the fourth Spell Cultivator rushed into the glass door again, and as expected, he was brutally killed by Henry.

After that, the remaining three Spell Cultivators, without any illusions, all broke an arm and escaped.

Soon, in the large room, besides Andrew's people, only Ye Bufan and one other person remained.

Just as he was about to step forward, the living room door suddenly opened, and a butler, sixty or seventy years old, walked in, followed by another person, none other than Great Master Fu Zhaoze, whom they had met on the plane.

A smile tugged at his lips; it really was a coincidence. It turned out this guy had rushed to Africa for Andrew's son as well.

At this time, Fu Zhaoze had changed out of his beggar's clothes from the plane and was once again dressed with the demeanor of an expert, wearing a long robe with a peach wood sword strapped to his back.

However, his walking posture was somewhat strange, clearly indicating that the injuries from Ye Bufan and the others' stomping had not yet fully recovered.

He entered the room under the butler's guidance and immediately saw Ye Bufan standing there, then his face filled with rage.

The reason he was late was because after getting off the plane, he first went to the hospital to treat his injuries.

The doctor said that although it was not completely crippled, some functions in that area would definitely be affected in the future.

This made Fu Zhaoze so angry his lungs were about to explode. He hadn't succeeded in picking up girls and had almost become half a eunuch. He put all his hatred on Ye Bufan, and he didn't expect the two of them to meet again so soon.

Ye Bufan completely ignored his murderous gaze and even waved at him with a smile.

The old butler didn't notice Fu Zhaoze's expression, walked quickly to Andrew, and respectfully said, "Master, I have brought Master Fu."

Andrew had gone to great lengths to cure his son. He had heard of Fu Zhaoze's name from a friend and immediately sent people with a large sum of money to invite him, hoping that the expert from China could find a way to deal with his son's strange illness.

Today, he had adopted a 'let's see' attitude towards the other Spell Cultivators; his main focus was waiting for Fu Zhaoze.

He stood up from the sofa and politely said, "Respected Master Fu, you must have had a tiring journey."

Fu Zhaoze glared fiercely at Ye Bufan, then said, "Mr. Andrew, I have an additional condition for treating your son."

"Master Fu, please state any request you have. As long as you can cure my son, I will agree to anything."

Andrew said indifferently. On the continent of Africa, he possessed absolute power; it could be said that there was very little he couldn't accomplish.

Fu Zhaoze raised his hand and pointed at Ye Bufan and He Shuangshuang, saying, "I want that woman, and at the same time, break that man's limbs and throw him into the vast grassland to feed the wolves."

"Agreed!" Andrew readily assented, "As long as you can cure my son, I'll agree to anything you ask."

Being the biggest businessman on this continent, he certainly didn't rely solely on his business acumen, but also on violence and cruelty.

He didn't even put these two Young men in his eyes.

Ye Bufan still stood there smiling, saying nothing, because he knew that Fu Zhaoze simply couldn't suppress the black Qi within Henry.

In terms of pure magical cultivation, this guy was not much different from the previous middle-aged Spell Cultivator and Black Wizard; even if he was stronger, it wouldn't be by much, just an entry Realm of cultivation.

Fu Zhaoze, however, didn't know this. He glared at Ye Bufan and said fiercely, "Young man, just wait to be fed to the wolves."

Ye Bufan smiled, "Alright, I hope you have the strength for that."

Fu Zhaoze snorted coldly, turned his head, and said, "Mr. Andrew, let's begin."

Andrew waved his hand at the bodyguard next to him, the glass door opened, and he strode inside.

After that, the door closed, and everyone's gaze gathered on Fu Zhaoze, wanting to see if this Spell Cultivator from the East could bring them a miracle.

Would he be able to cure Young Master Henry's illness, or would he die tragically like the Spell Cultivators before him?

Seeing someone else enter, Henry, who had been silent, once again fell into a berserk state, roaring and rushing over.

Fu Zhaoze didn't rush to cast a spell but instead slid his foot and dodged to the side. It turned out this guy also had some attainments in martial arts.

Henry was like a raging beast; although incredibly strong, he had no technique whatsoever, fighting purely by instinct.

After several consecutive misses, Fu Zhaoze circled behind him.

"Freeze!"

Fu Zhaoze roared, a yellow Talisman appeared in his palm, and then with a slap, he pressed it onto Henry's back of the head.

Strangely enough, Henry, who was originally ferocious, instantly quieted down after being struck by this Talisman. He stood there motionless like a statue, and even the black Qi on his body seemed to fade a little.

Outside, Andrew was overjoyed. After waiting so many days, he finally saw hope for curing his son.

Fu Zhaoze, having succeeded with one move, put his hands behind his back and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, the two bodyguards quickly stepped forward and pulled the door open.

Andrew came over and asked, "Master Fu, how is my son's condition?"

Fu Zhaoze raised his chin and said arrogantly, "It's nothing remarkable, just contaminated with some dirty things.

This Talisman I just used is a Soul Suppressing Talisman personally refined by my Master, Grandmaster Ge. It can suppress any evil Dao, and each one is worth over a million chinese yuan."

Andrew asked with a joyful expression, "Master Fu, when will my son return to normal?"

"It's very simple. I will now remove all the dirty things from his body, and he will immediately return to normal."

Andrew said, "Great Master, please act quickly. As long as you cure my son, I will give you a reward of 30 million usd."

"Don't worry, others can't cure your son, but with me, it's not a problem at all."

Fu Zhaoze put on a bit of a show, reaching back to draw the peach wood sword from behind him.

But before he could turn around, a thunderous roar erupted from inside the glass room, followed by the Soul Suppressing Talisman suddenly bursting into flames, turning into a pile of ashes.