The National Royal Card starts the engraving of the Chinese dragon

"We are safe!"

"We made it out alive!"

"Long live!"

…………

Everyone paused for a while, weeping with joy, many people hugged each other and cheered excitedly.

"Cough cough~"

Lin An and the others also appeared in front of the crowd at this time, but their condition was not very good. Everyone's face was covered with dense black spots, and people with intensive phobia would definitely feel their scalps go numb when they saw it. .

Their faces were pale, and they looked sluggish. Lin An was better. His body was surrounded by Gabriel's holy light, and his aura was much stronger than others.

"Huh~"

Lin An was panting violently, completely unaware of what was wrong with him, and An Ning and Topher had the same symptoms as him.

"What's wrong with me?"

Lin An felt that his whole body was getting weaker and weaker, and sleepiness struck him, making him sleepy.

He found that the black spot was spreading continuously, and it had already appeared on his arm, and it hurt when he touched it, as if a needle had been drilled under the skin.

"Lin...an..."

Seeing the symptoms of Lin An and others, Archbishop Linhui was very sure that they were all cursed by the flute, and shouted with all his strength, but unfortunately the voice was too low for Lin An to hear, he was concentrating on thinking about his body Sudden symptoms, this will not work.

"What's going on here?"

An Ning also discovered the black spots on her body and was confused.

"Sigh~"

Topher gasped.

"This thing hurts when you touch it, what the hell is it?"

For a while, everyone who was cursed became worried. Although they didn't know what it was, they knew very well that these black spots must not be a good thing. How could such things suddenly appear on the skin of healthy people.

"You are cursed."

Suddenly, Uncle Jin's voice sounded in Lin An's mind, which instantly made Lin An feel much more at ease.

"curse?!"

Lin An repeated.

"That's right!"

Uncle Jin nodded with certainty.

"Your symptoms are estimated to turn into thick water in half a day, and you will die."

"No way?!"

Lin An, who was originally calm when he heard these words, instantly lost his composure. Although he is called a genius and a hero of Xingbei, it does not mean that he is not afraid of death. If he is alive, who wants to die? Woolen cloth?

"Uncle Jin, since you know I've been cursed, there must be a solution, right?"

Lin An hurriedly asked with a smile, cursing this thing, he didn't expect it to exist in this magical world, why there is no record in the Royal Card World.

"Of course there is a way."

Uncle Jin said with certainty.

"Hey, I knew that Uncle Jin wouldn't leave him alone."

Lin An breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. With Uncle Jin's words, he felt relieved. Not only himself, but others were also saved.

"but……"

Uncle Jin suddenly changed the topic, and Lin An's just let go of his heart instantly rose to his throat.

"But what?!"

Lin An had a bitter look on his face. He was really about to cry. At this moment, Xingya, Gabriel and Tina surrounded him. Seeing Lin An's black spots all over his body, they were all very worried.

"Master, are you alright?"

Xingya's face turned pale with fright, she knew very well that Lin An's current condition was very bad.

"Master, my holy light can only suppress it one or two times, it cannot be completely expelled."

Gabriel's usually indifferent face was full of tension, she was extremely worried.

"Master, let me check for you."

As Tina spoke, she pulled Lin An's clothes off his chest and began to examine them seriously. At this time, his chest was also covered with black spots, which looked extremely creepy.

Lin An's attention was all on Uncle Jin, that sentence just made him break the defense directly, and he really wanted to know what Uncle Jin was going to say.

"But you didn't bring the Qiankun Cauldron, so soak it in it for a while and the curse will be released."

Uncle Jin spoke weakly.

"..."

Lin An became even bitterer. He could hear the complaints in Uncle Jin's tone, but Lan Zhentian was Lan Lingyi's grandfather, and he might become his grandfather in the future. The medicinal bath could not be interrupted, otherwise everything would have to start all over again, so he had no choice but to give up the Qiankun cauldron to Lan Lingyi temporarily.

Besides, Lan Lingyi will marry him in the future, and she is not an outsider.

"Okay, Lao Jin, stop teasing this kid."

At this time, Feng Wushuang's laughter also rang in Lin An's mind. It seemed that he had been holding back his laughter for a long time, but he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Hurry up and lift the curse for him, many people are about to be overwhelmed."

Feng Wushuang reminded Uncle Jin.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Although An Ning and Topher were seriously injured, they were also card masters in the trump card realm. They could bear the pain, but the weak card masters really couldn't bear it. Many people lay on the ground, howling in pain, Looks like he's going to die.

"Am I going to die?"

They didn't have much fear when they died in an instant on the battlefield, but they felt that their lives were slowly passing away. Waiting for death was undoubtedly the most tormenting.

"Ahem! That's all."

Uncle Jin also found that now is not the time to continue teasing Lin An, there are still many people waiting for help.

"This curse was planted by that demon man named flute for you. In addition to using the Qiankun cauldron, you can also refine elixir. The blood on that kid named Linhui is the most important medicine primer. That's why I want to You just blame him, you go draw some blood from him, and I will refine the antidote for you."

Uncle Jin explained to Lin An carefully.

"I'll go, Uncle Jin, you actually know how to make elixir, you really hide it."

The angle Lin An pays attention to is always so strange.

"Of course, compared to you, Lao Jin is a good alchemist."

Feng Wushuang's tone was a little proud.

"Okay, don't delay, hurry up to draw blood, you have all other spiritual herbs you need, don't worry."

Uncle Jin was so praised by Feng Wushuang, his old face blushed, and he hurriedly urged Lin An to work quickly.

"it is good."

Lin An is not in the mood to joke with Uncle Jin anymore, so let's undo the curse first.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore!"

Some people really couldn't bear the pain, took out a knife, and planned to kill themselves. Many people also had this thought, but not many people had the courage.

clang!

Just as the man raised the knife, Lin An rushed over and kicked the knife away in his hand.

"Lin... Lin An, please, kill me, I really can't take it anymore!"

This person glanced at the kicked knife in confusion, then looked up at Lin An, begging Lin An.

"We have been cursed by the demon man. Don't worry, I have a way to save myself. If you bear with it, the antidote will come soon."

Lin An's voice was so loud that everyone could hear it clearly.

"real?!"

When everyone heard this sentence, it was like a sound of nature, which gave them a reason to persevere and a hope of living.

"Lin An, can you really treat us?"

An Ning looked at Lin An in disbelief. He had heard of such things as cursing. After all, there were demons in the sanctuary. They had also encountered some weaker demons before, but they didn't take it seriously. The first time they were recruited, they had nothing to do anyway, they could only silently wait for death, or carry on, waiting for a miracle to happen.

"That's natural, when have I lied to you?"

Enduring the pain in his body, Lin An smiled, looking at An Ning full of confidence.