Chen Wuya's palm was still burning. After that rune vanished, it felt as though something were crawling beneath his skin. Just as he was about to circulate his energy and investigate, his chest suddenly tightened as if gripped by iron pincers, making it hard to breathe.
The Twinborn Curse pattern on his arm rapidly spread to his heart. Its blue glow flickered bright and dim, pulsing without any rhythm. Almost at the same moment, a muffled thud came from the cabin, followed by a suppressed groan.
He whirled around and rushed into the cabin.
Bai Zhi lay on the bed, curled into a ball, her forehead drenched in cold sweat and her lips purple. Her fingers clawed fiercely at the sheets, her knuckles white. Several bloody fissures had split open across the curse mark on her abdomen that corresponded to his, seeping tiny beads of blood.
The patterns on their bodies trembled at the same time, in matching frequencies, as if an invisible thread were tugging them together.
[Warning: The Twinborn Curse has undergone a structural mutation] [Original removal mechanism has failed] [New removal conditions: ambergris + sacrifice of a close blood relative]
The system's voice rang out coldly.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Wuya strode to the table and rummaged through the medicine bottles. His hands were still trembling, and the porcelain vials in the medicine case clinked crisply together.
Footsteps sounded from the deck. Mo Feng rushed in, clutching a worn old booklet in his hands. Panting, he said urgently, "I found it! This isn't an ordinary Twinborn Curse—it's a variant of the Soul-Locking Guide! The three of you—you, Bai Zhi, and the child—have already been linked into one chain of life!"
Chen Wuya looked up at him.
"Breaking the curse requires two things." Mo Feng stared