Pregnant with the son of a rich and powerful boss, he tried his best to coax her

Shi Zhijie saw Jiang Rubao frowning, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

On the contrary, there is a calm and determined air of a general in his words and deeds.

There was a strong movement in my heart, "I'll make arrangements right away."

Damn it, she couldn't let others know about her situation. She felt there was no hope before, so Shi Zhijie was willing to follow Fu Qiyun's wishes.

But now, knowing that there is still a glimmer of hope, Shi Zhijie has already forgotten Fu Qiyun's advice.

Next, Jiang Rubao directly pulled A Luo away and asked A Luo to explain to him the principles of this curse technique of their Teng clan as quickly as possible.

When Jiang Rubao knew what method A Luo wanted to use at first, he couldn't help but scolded her.

"What's a life in exchange for a life?"

"Those are all hearsay. The forbidden magic of the Witch Clan written here cannot do this at all. It just fills in an extra life."

Seeing that Jiang Rubao almost didn't even think about it, Ah Luo rejected her method and said with tears in her eyes: "Then what else can I do? I have tried all the methods I could think of."

"Obviously grandma used a similar method to save me before..."

"But why can't it work when it's used on Sister Fu?"

Jiang Rubao frowned, "I don't know what went wrong in the middle. Logically speaking, it shouldn't..."

"But what you said about exchanging lives for lives is nonsense. Please stop trying to get into trouble."

"To put it bluntly, the witchcraft of your Teng tribe comes from the same family as the witchcraft of the ancient witch tribe. The so-called witchcraft is just a toxin that changes the body's environment."

"Since it is poison, there must be a way to detoxify it."

"First tell me all the methods you have used before."

A Luo did not dare to delay and told Jiang Rubao all the research results done by Sheng Huaiyu and her.

At the same time, Jiang Rubao was multitasking and quickly browsed through the box of ancient books that A Luo had collected.

Whenever he encounters something he finds useful, he takes a photo of it with his mobile phone and makes notes.

Halfway through A Luo's talk, she watched him flipping through those ancient books. It only took a few minutes to complete a book, and a few minutes to complete a book.

I couldn't help but ask: "Can you understand these words?"

Jiang Rubao didn't nod. He kept turning the pages of the book with his hands, and his eyes were like scanners, quickly identifying the content on the pages.

He simply replied, "I happened to be interested in these last year, so I collected them all and took a look."

In fact, he had previously found and compared almost all the ancient Chinese and foreign texts that he could collect.

It was found that there are many commonalities and specific rules in the evolution of writing between different races.

As long as you master the method, you can learn quickly.

And he also found that the older the prehistoric stories described in books, the more similar they were.

He said it lightly, but A Luo was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.

At the same time, I couldn't help but shed tears again.

"Great! Great! I know Sister Fu will be saved."

"She is so good, God will definitely not accept her."

"By the way, there's one more..." Ah Luo suddenly thought of something and took out a photo of the stone relief that was taken on her phone and showed it to Jiang Rubao.

"I found this behind the tombstone of one of the oldest ancestral tombs in Tengjia Village. When I was young, I heard my grandfather say that it was a record of the sacrificial activities of our ancestors before they were imprisoned in Tengjia Village."

"But the image above has become blurry after so many years, and no one knows what it specifically represents."

"This time when we returned to Tengjia Village, I accidentally saw this totem again. There was always a voice in my heart telling me that this totem was very important and what message it was conveying to me, but I couldn't understand it at all."

"Xiaobao, look at it, can you see anything?"

Jiang Rubao took the phone and zoomed in and out to look at the photos carefully.

Due to severe weathering, a large part of the relief has been worn or incomplete, and the lines are not very coherent.

But it can probably be seen that it is a sacrificial site.

There was a man with a big belly lying on the ground on the left. He could not tell whether he was male or female.

There seemed to be a priest wearing a high hat standing in the middle, holding something in his hands.

The people below the high platform were all kneeling with their hands in the sky, as if they were praying for something...

On the far right side of the screen, there are still a few strange symbols, but they are badly damaged and cannot be seen at all.

Jiang Rubao couldn't understand it for a while, "The relief is too blurry. Let me see if I can repair the relief first."

As he spoke, he forwarded the photo to his mobile phone, uploaded it to the AI ​​intelligent platform he wrote himself, and tried to use AI intelligence to repair the original image.

A Luo's eyes were unblinking, staring eagerly at his operations.

Jiang Rubao raised his eyes and looked at her expression, knowing that this young lady probably hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He couldn't help but sigh and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, everything will turn around as long as it's not until the last moment."

As soon as he said these words, A Luo seemed to suddenly have a backbone in her heart.

My heart, which had been anxious for many days, suddenly calmed down.

"Well! Xiaobao, you are right! We cannot give up hope until the last moment."

"What else do you want to know? I will definitely tell you everything you know."

Next, the two locked themselves in the study room and studied witchcraft, poison and curses for half the morning.

A'luo was even more surprised by Jiang Rubao's intelligence. He knew almost everything and was very good at making inferences and finding clues from particularly tricky angles.

Jiang Rubao's brain is like a sophisticated computer running at high speed, constantly summarizing and dividing the work to process various collected information.

During this period, Grandpa Jiang came.

Jiang Rubao just came out, briefly talked about the situation with Grandpa Jiang, and then quickly got into the study.

Grandpa Jiang is worthy of being an old Jianghu. What kind of storms and waves have he never seen?

When he saw Fu Qiyun for the first time, he paused for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

There was no weird look on his face.

Although Grandpa Jiang has not systematically studied the art of witchcraft and poison before, in Chinese civilization, the so-called witch doctors do not separate families, and the principles are similar.

Moreover, when Jiang Rubao was very interested in this topic last year, he often went to his grandfather to express his doubts, and the two discussed it in depth.

Finally, I found that using the perspective of Chinese medicine and Zhouyi to dialectically understand the magic of witchcraft can quickly lead to an analogy.

If Jiang Rubao could still find someone in this world whose thinking matched his best.

That must be Grandpa Jiang.

The daily interactions between grandfather and grandson often don't look like grandfather and grandson, but like a pair of old friends with no generation gap, and their thoughts are all beating on the same frequency.

Grandpa Jiang conducted a detailed examination of Qiyun's body, and after careful consideration, he found a way to deal with it.

First use silver needles to seal off the loss of life.

Then supplement it with drugs to awaken your own repair function.

A two-pronged approach would also buy Jiang Rubao more time to come out.