Sweet-Talked It into His Hands
A while later, Shen Wuxiao stopped chanting and suddenly became very serious.
"Mr. Su, you found this object in a place of extreme yin, didn't you?"
"Yes..." Su Ziming nodded.
"Then that confirms it. A place of extreme yin, and inside a burial site at that. It should have been in some primeval forest in the north."
"According to my divination, was it Zambia, in the Southern Grey Nation?"
Su Ziming was utterly stunned.
He could even divine that?
That was absolutely godlike!
"Yes... Is there a serious problem with this object?"
Shen Wuxiao nodded. "This object bears a faintly filthy aura, like the hand of an evil specter reaching out from the darkness."
"This aura is no ordinary thing. It is an omen of misfortune, like dark clouds blotting out the sun as it silently erodes your fortune."
"Your current condition and path of luck are like a small boat sailing the deep sea. This cursed object is like hidden currents and savage waves, making it difficult for your vessel to move forward while your blessings gradually fade away."
"And it does not affect only you. Your family's health will be disturbed by it as well."
"Huh?" Su Ziming was being hoodwinked so thoroughly that he was left dazed. "This really has such a huge effect on my family too?"
Shen Wuxiao immediately said, "Naturally. A family is like branches, leaves, roots, and trunk—its fortunes are linked, its blood and qi connected."
"This baleful aura is like the miasma of an epidemic, spreading throughout your surroundings, suppressing your family's vitality and damaging their health."
"The Classic of Virtue says: 'All things bear yin and embrace yang; they blend their qi to achieve harmony.' Yet this object's yin and yang are imbalanced, its evil yin