Chapter 52: Cursing the Wrong Person

The sound of hooves like thunder, wrapped in wind and rain, headed south all the way.
In less than five days, the two of them rode south and entered the deep parts of Southern Territory.
Southern Territory is not like the flowing water and small bridges of Moon Wheel Country; there are mountains and peaks everywhere.
There are many fierce beasts and evil spirits in the lofty mountains and steep hills.
Li Xie did not encounter any fierce beasts or evil spirits, but he did encounter a little girl dressed in colorful clothes.
The girl is only seven or eight years old, crouching behind a large rock, occasionally sticking her head out to look ahead. She is holding a straw man and constantly muttering, "I curse, I curse, I curse curse curse..." completely unaware that someone is coming from behind.
Li Xie looked curiously and quietly at this child. When he saw the name on the scarecrow, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.
"Li Zhongxian!"
His father's name was written prominently on it.
The girl who wants to curse someone, turns out to be his father!
Li Xie's brain may be twisted in eighteen ways, but he can't figure it out. His father is just a idle marquis, how could he have a feud with a little girl thousands of miles away?
The little girl is only six or seven years old!
"Xiaowu, could it be her?"
Li Xie pointed at the doll in the girl's hand and asked. He didn't believe that his father could have a feud with the other party, nor did he believe that such a little girl could have a earth-shattering conspiracy, let alone believe that this little girl could perform the legendary soul-snatching technique.
“八成是。”阴小五点了点头，又道：“不过她使用的不是夺魂术，而是真正的钉头七箭书。她是巫人，或者拥有巫族血脉。”
After hearing Yin Xiaowu's calm words, Li Xie couldn't stay calm.
The Witch Clan had already disappeared in the ancient times, so how could there suddenly be Witch Clan bloodlines?
The little girl felt someone speaking behind her and subconsciously turned her head. She saw the eerie Yin Xiaowu and fainted immediately.
"Be careful!"
Yin Xiaowu shouted and hugged the girl, almost letting the scarecrow fall to the ground. He turned to Li Xie and said, "Once the scarecrow falls to the ground, the captured souls will instantly enter the Nine Nether, and the master's soul will never be able to find its way back."
Li Xie was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. He came to the girl's side and asked Yin Xiaowu, "Is there any way to wake her up?"
Yin Xiaowu shook his head and said, "Witch people are different from ordinary people. Their meridians and souls are vastly different. Normal methods are ineffective, so we can only wait for her to wake up on her own."
Li Xie didn't wait long before the little girl woke up slowly. Before Li Xie had a chance to be happy, the little girl's eyes rolled back and she fainted again.
Li Xie smiled bitterly and took the little girl from Yin Xiaowu's hands, giving him a signal. To be fair, Yin Xiaowu's appearance is quite handsome, but due to his long-term practice of ghostly techniques, his temperament is too eerie, which can indeed be a bit scary.
Even though the little girl has the blood of the Wuzhu tribe, she is still just a six or seven-year-old girl, so it is normal for her to be afraid of Yin Xiao Wu. However, I didn't expect this little girl to be so timid that she faints every time she sees him.
"Let go of my holy daughter!"
Before the little girl woke up, a wave of people arrived.
There were three people in total. The one speaking had a white tiger tattoo on the left side of his face. The person in the middle had a blood scorpion tattoo on his face, and the person on the right had a green dragon tattoo on his face.
The way the Jiuli tribe cultivates is different from the Jia Lan Dynasty. They cultivate the power of totems. Obviously, this man cultivates the power of the White Tiger totem.
It is difficult to determine their specific cultivation level, but from the totem, the person in the middle should have a higher cultivation level. The blood-red scorpion is vibrant and alluring.
"I am Li Zhongxian, the Grand Guardian of the Jiuli tribe. I kindly request that you release our tribe's holy maiden."
Li Zhongxian, seeing his own holy maiden in someone else's hands, did not dare to be careless. His words were extremely polite. The Jiuli tribe originated from the ancient witch tribe and hasn't had a witch-blooded holy maiden in tens of thousands of years, so how could he dare to be careless? If something were to happen to the holy maiden in someone else's hands, he would not be able to escape blame even if he were to die ten thousand times.
"Li Zhongxian?"
Li Xie was slightly surprised and asked, "May I ask if you are referring to this name?" As he spoke, Li Xie gestured towards the straw man in the girl's hand, displaying the name written on it for Li Zhongxian.
Li Zhongxian blinked in surprise, and then took a quick breath. This little girl actually nailed him with the Seven Deadly Arrows Book. How deep must the grudge be? How bitter and vengeful?
Fortunately, this little girl wrote the wrong name, otherwise...
Just thinking about Li Zhongxian makes you feel scared!
Li Xie can tell from the other person's expression that the little girl in his arms cursed the wrong person. She originally wanted to curse the Great Protector in front of her, but wrote the wrong name and almost cursed her own father to death.
"My name is Li Xie, the name on the straw man, which is exactly my father's name."
"Li... Li Xie?" Li Zhongxian's expression changed, and he said again, "Is it Li Xie from the Wind God Sect?"
He didn't dare to say he was Evil Sword Li Xie. If it was really that infamous star, the Saintess would be in danger. Why did this young lady curse herself? And she even wrote the wrong name, cursing the father of Evil Sword.
Li Zhongxian felt as if the entire sky had collapsed, the sky of the entire Jiuli tribe had collapsed!
The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable; can the evil blade spare the holy maiden?
Think about how many corpses of the righteous and the evil have been engulfed by the wind and snow in the north!
Moreover, they have no grudge against Li Xie for killing their fathers!
At this moment, Li Zhongxian would rather have his own saintess not write the wrong name, even if it means cursing himself to death, rather than cursing the father of the evil blade!
At this moment, the saint woke up and saw the handsome Li Xie, feeling relieved. When she turned around and saw the nervous Li Zhongxian, she couldn't help but wonder, "Uncle Li, how come you are still lively and kicking? You should have been lying down by now, shouldn't you?" She raised the scarecrow in her hand and added, "This doesn't make sense, your name is clearly written on the scarecrow."
Li Zhongxian doesn't know whether to cry or laugh. Is this little missy's heart too big?
Li Xie was about to speak, but he saw the little girl saying again, "Uncle Li, there's no need for you to have a sad face. I didn't want to curse you to death. I just wanted you to lie down for a few days so that I can go out and play for a few days."
Li Zhongxian's heart became even more bitter: My dear sister-in-law, just because you want to have fun, you cursed me with the "Nailing Seven Arrows" book? And you even misspelled a word, cursing the father of the demonic blade to death?
Li Zhongxian's heart is filled with bitterness, Li Xie is also running through his mind. The plot and settings are completely different, with the father being cursed not by a conspiracy of the Jiuli tribe, but as a joke from their saintess?
Li Xie smiled bitterly and asked the saint in his arms, "Little girl, what is your name?"
"Why?" The saint quickly put the straw man in her arms and looked at Li Xie warily. She said, "Do you want to curse me? Just because you're handsome, huh! This lady is also very beautiful."
Li Zhongxian's legs went weak, almost kneeling. Do you know that you cursed my father to death? And you're still happily frolicking in someone else's arms?
Li Xie's mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly, "I don't understand the Seven Arrows Book, but the one you cursed to death is not the Great Protector, but my father."
"Huh?"
Qi Qi exclaimed and realized she had caused a big trouble, quickly shouting to Li Zhongxian, "Uncle Li, help me!"
Li Zhongxian's face turned as bitter as bitter gourd, "I want to help you, but do you know who that is? That's Li Xie, Xie Dao Li Xie! You cursed his father to death!"
How can I save, and how can I save?
A demonic blade that can cut through wind and rain, easily slicing through the vast mountains of southern China!
Not to mention, it's also a murderous blade!